Chapter 816 Old Revenge (Add to the White Silver Alliance for the Big Wood Platinum Gold and Jade~)

Words are powerless.

Only by holding a sword in your hand can you have the right to speak.

The sharper the sword in your hand, the more confident you speak.

Now that the cave is surrounded by Mo Hua, Mo Hua has the confidence to speak.

"You come out."

Ink painting says lightly.

The person in the cave didn't know what Mo Hua did outside, but he could feel a vague sense of murderous intent and a sense of trepidation.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm not sure about it. I'm seriously injured and my legs are inconvenient, so it's really not convenient to go out..."

"If fellow Taoists don't dislike it, why not go into the cave and give it a lecture?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly in her heart.

He didn't go in.

This man is from unknown origin and the danger in the cave is unknown, so the idiot will rashly enter.

"I won't go in, you'll come out."

Ink painting firmly said.

"Fellow Taoist, I am really too seriously injured and unable to move. Please forgive me..." The old voice in the cave said with a hint of apology.

Mo Hua shook her head and said indifferently:

"I don't listen to excuses, reasons, and explanations. I will only give you five breaths and give you two choices. Within five breaths, either you come out by yourself or I will blow up the cave and force you out."

When the person in the cave heard this, he felt secretly regretful.

"I actually encountered an 'old fried dough stick' who couldn't get into the oil and salt. It was really difficult to deal with..."

The ink painting outside the cave has already started counting.

From five to one, no matter who the monk in the cave was, he was ready to blow it up directly.

Time is precious, he doesn't want to waste it.

“Five, four…”

The man in the cave felt the decisiveness of Mo Hua, and immediately changed his expression and said, "Wait, fellow Taoist, I have something to say..."

"three……"

"Okay, I'll go out now!"

The old voice in the cave said repeatedly.

Mo Hua stopped counting, and at the same time, he looked at the cave with a cautious expression. The spiritual power in his body was circulating. A wisp of spiritual power was transported to his fingertips, and he was about to throw the fireball if he had a disagreement.

The other two spiritual powers were circulated to the soles of their feet, and they would immediately leave whenever there was something wrong with the preparation.

After a while, there was a rustling sound from the cave, as if someone had stood up, and then a shallow footsteps sounded, accompanied by the sound of bamboo sticks tying the ground.

The sound is getting closer.

In just a few breaths, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

As soon as the moonlight shone, Mo Hua roughly saw his appearance clearly.

The man in the cave was an old man, with a short body, and his expression was a little gloomy under the moonlight, and his eyes were also a little gloomy.

At this time, he was leaning on a bamboo stick, his breath was unstable and his steps were frivolous. He was indeed injured when he looked.

While the ink painting was looking at the old man, the old man also saw the ink painting. His expression was gloomy and he was obviously shocked.

Although I heard the sound before, I felt that the monk outside the cave might not be old, but the old man was still a little unbelievable when he saw Mo Hua's face with his own eyes.

A person who acts without leaking his body and speaks without getting into the salt is such a tender little devil?

Moreover, it depends on the aura of cultivation, but it is not in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even if the spiritual power is weak, it is only a low-level person in the middle of foundation building.

The old man couldn't help but feel angry.

It is really outrageous to think that I am a great golden elixir, and I am forced to such a foundation-building ghost!

The old man wanted to move forward, but Mo Hua said, "Okay, don't move."

The old man stopped and looked around, only to find that he seemed to be in the middle of the layers of killing formations, and his eyelids immediately twitched.

Second-grade high-level formation!

There is a fearful murderous intent flowing in the formation.

The anger in the old man's heart suddenly disappeared, his attitude became gentle, and he said to Mo Hua, "Okay."

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Although he didn't know how this middle-stage little ghost in the foundation building stage had set up so many high-level second-grade killing formations in such a short period of time.

But the killing formation is the killing formation.

The formation does not reason.

Even in the third-grade state realm, a Jindan monk would not want to be "baptized" by so many second-grade high-level killing formations for no reason.

What's more, this is still in the second-grade state realm, and its cultivation is limited.

And now, he is seriously injured and runs for days, like a candle in the wind.

The old man looked gloomy and raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the ink painting, and asked:

"I don't know who my friend's surname is, where is his inheritance, and who is his respected teacher?"

Mo Hua shook her head, "I ask, you answer!"

Now this old man is standing in the middle of his killing formation, and his initiative is in his own hands. How could he give him a chance to ask questions?

The old man twitched and nodded, "Okay."

"What's your surname?" Mo Hua asked.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, "My husband's surname is Zhao."

"Where is the name?"

"One name is the word 'sea'."

"Are you not a native of Qianxuezhou?" Mo Hua asked with a slightly condensed look.

"My friend said it well," replied the old man, "I am a third-rank Zhao family monk west of Qianxuezhou and south of Yunzhou. He serves as the elder in the clan..."

Zhao Hai, the third-rank elder of the Zhao family.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

This old man is almost the same as himself. He just lies and doesn't have to make drafts on bragging.

His surname is definitely not Zhao.

It's not called "Zhao Hai".

As for the third-rank elder of the Zhao family south of the Yunzhou border, such things that are 100,000 miles away are just nonsense, and ink paintings cannot tell the truth at the moment.

"Elder Zhao." Mo Hua bowed.

The old man also bowed his hand to return the gift, "I don't know if my friend's surname is...?"

"I haven't finished asking yet." Mo Hua said.

The old man was stunned and had to say patiently:

"My friend, please ask."

Mo Hua stared at the old man who called himself "Elder Zhao" and asked, "Who hurts you?"

The old man sighed, "A group of evil cultivators who passed by suddenly attacked me for some reason. I was caught off guard and was seriously injured."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, without commenting, and asked again:

"Why teach..."

Mo Hua paused, and did not say the names of Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi, but pretended not to know each other and said, "...Why should we teach those two children the skills and techniques just now?"

"My friend, do you know those two children?" the old man said in confusion.

Mo Hua looked at him silently without saying a word.

It means, I ask, you answer, you are not qualified to ask questions yet.

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly, then he sighed and said with emotion:

"I am healing my wounds in this cave, thanking these two children with sincere hearts and giving water and food. Such character is really rare. I thought to pass on some of my Zhao family's inheritance to these two children, which can be regarded as a cause and effect and a good relationship."

Mo Hua nodded, but said in his heart:
To be continued...