Asking About Longevity: Chapter 161 Fast and accurate fourth update

Chapter 161 Quick and accurate (fourth update)

 The surroundings were quiet for a while.

 “I can do magic.” Mo Hua emphasized.

Elder Yu organized his thoughts and first praised:

“Yes, if you do spiritual practice and learn magic well, you will definitely have a bright future in the future.”

This statement is somewhat unconscionable.

Mo Hua chuckled, "They can't hit me."

Under the fierce offensive of the demon hunter, the Qian family was once again killed and retreated steadily.

Yu Chengyi was stunned, "Why?"

Spiritual cultivation is not good at physical training. If you are hit by the fireball technique, even if you are not seriously injured, you will still be injured. Some of them will be blasted to ashes and their hair will be burned off.

Elder Yu knew clearly what was light and what was serious.

 Elder Yu’s eyes narrowed and he knew in his heart that it was about to begin.

 Elder Yu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. It’s good to be able to hit it from such a distance. Do you still want to hit the central line?

"Fine…"

The demon hunters received secret instructions from Elder Yu and did not rush to kill them. Instead, they tried to avoid being hurt by dodging spells.

Suppressed by Mo Hua's fireball spell, they were unable to cast the spell at all.

Spiritual power overflowed, blood energy burst out, and the demon hunters swung their swords to kill the Qian family monks.

 “Where did the spell come from?”

 He released his spiritual consciousness and swept towards the ink painting. Elder Yu suddenly appeared, blocking the peep of his consciousness.

“Isn’t it a hit?” Elder Yu couldn’t help but ask.

Qian Zhongxuan's face turned pale when he saw this.

 Hit!

Elder Yu felt happy, but turned around to see Mo Hua looking a little unhappy, muttering: "I missed..."

The fireballs flew over the grass and trees, flew over the rocks, and hit the Qian family's spiritual cultivation.

Then he saw Mo Hua raise his hands and point his fingers together, and a fireball flew out.

This is fireball?

 Can it really be so accurate?

Mo Hua explained: "I only have the sixth level of Qi Refining, and my spells are not very powerful. I may not be able to kill them, but interrupting their spells should not be a big problem."

In order not to appear ignorant, Elder Yu suppressed the shock in his heart and said calmly:

 However, after these spells flew not far away, they gradually dissipated due to the loss of spiritual control, and could not hit the ink paintings at all.

 The next day, the two sides started fighting again.

Dao Tingsi's face was slapped, and it didn't matter if it was hard to explain to the boss. He just had to apologize more. He was thick-skinned anyway.

Originally, their division of labor was clear, with spiritual training focusing on attack and physical training focusing on defense. Spiritual training and physical training cooperated with each other, suppressing and consuming at the same time.

 When Mo Hua casts a spell, he doesn’t actually need to look at it, he just needs to lock it with his spiritual consciousness.

 That’s outrageous…

Yu Chengyi also nodded quickly. He was also afraid of something unexpected happening in Mo Hua.

Mo Hua sighed regretfully, then adjusted his mentality, held his breath and concentrated his consciousness, and continued to use the fireball technique.

Qian Zhongxuan opened his eyes suddenly and saw Elder Yu's teasing and contemptuous eyes.

Elder Yu agreed: "Okay, we will try it tomorrow, but you are in the mine, don't go out."

“That’s good, as long as you can hit it, don’t force it. Just hit it accurately next time.”

Even a fool knows something is wrong!

 He will not intervene in the battle, but this does not prevent him from protecting Mo Hua.

Elder Yu looked on without saying anything, but his eyelids were twitching.

 Group battles are already chaotic. One fireball is nothing, but two or three fireballs will make it obvious.

 “I can’t help with the melee, but I can help with those spiritual practitioners.”

The fireball flew out in an arc and hit a Qian spiritual cultivator.

The Qian family's spiritual cultivators were not willing to give in, so they condensed their spells and threw them towards Mo Hua.

Under such constraints and pulls, the Qian family’s spiritual practice was naturally exposed to the sight of ink painting.

 The monks from the Qian family were confused.

A lot of spiritual consciousness swept towards Mo Hua, but nothing was found.

Since the Qian family’s spiritual cultivation can’t hit him, and the Qian family’s physical cultivation can’t attack him, he can be unscrupulous.

Yu Chengyi suddenly realized, and he looked at each other with Elder Yu.

 Hands of ink drawings were pointed together, and in the blink of an eye, the second fireball flew out again.

Elder Yu was slightly startled, "How can I help?"

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 The location of the ink painting is beyond the reach of the spiritual consciousness of ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining monks.

 Before he paid attention to Mo Hua's movements, a fireball had already finished casting the spell and flew out.

The monk from the Qian family looked at Mo Hua. Mo Hua's little body lay on the ground, and the deep bushes completely covered him.

 The demon hunters responded one after another, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Mo Hua was completely relieved now.

  In the melee with Zhihong, the Qian family's spiritual practice began to make secrets.

 Another bomb hit a spiritual practitioner in the face, blowing his face into pieces and burning off his hair.

 In an instant, fireballs, water arrows, wind blades, and golden glows all arrived.

The purpose of pulling the Qian family's physical cultivators apart is to prevent them from blocking the fireball technique.

　　It is indeed too fast!

Elder Yu was surprised, "I don't know who this child learned the spell from. It is obviously an ordinary fireball spell, but it looks so evil..."

The fireball technique at the sixth level of Qi Refining is not very powerful, but it is not uncomfortable when it hits the body, especially when it hits a vital point.

 “Spell?!”

The Qian family's spiritual practice of Nian Jue was half-luck, and he was caught off guard by the fireball spell. The spell was also interrupted in the middle of casting.

 With with with with me with a smile on his face?

Mo Hua stuck out his little head and used the fireball technique in a swishing motion.

Mo Hua said: "Their spiritual consciousness is not as good as mine. I stand outside the range of their spiritual consciousness. My spiritual consciousness cannot reach them, so naturally my spells cannot hit them."

“What if the other side uses magic to hit you?” Yu Chengyi asked.

Mo Hua was also unsure and said, "It should work."

Mo Hua regretfully said: "No, I aimed for the heart, but ended up hitting the wrist."

Elder Yu was surprised, "So fast?"

 In this kind of melee situation, spiritual practice is very dangerous without strict protection.

 Always give it a try.

Elder Yu mentally measured the Qian family’s spiritual position and whispered to the ink painting:

“It’s a bit far away, can you hit it?”

Ink paintings can draw a formation method. Elder Yu knows strong consciousness.

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

Mo Shan looked at the ink painting thoughtfully.

At the same time, some demon hunters with good physical skills harassed them from left to right, pretending to attack the Qian family's spiritual cultivators from behind, and restrained the Qian family's physical cultivators to pull them apart.

 But having strong spiritual consciousness does not necessarily mean that spells can be cast accurately. It's not easy to hit from such a distance.

Yu Chengyi’s eyes lit up and he shouted: “Kill!”

"good!"

Elder Yu was afraid that Mo Hua would get hot and rush out to fight with the monks from the Qian family.

 Elder Yu stood behind Mo Hua.

 Fortunately, the third and fourth fireballs are quite accurate.

 The little formation masters who have already reached the threshold of the first level at the age of ten are still from casual cultivators like them.

 The Qian family followed the same method, using physical training to contain them, and spiritual training as the main attack, thereby consuming the demon hunter bit by bit.

 “There is also spiritual practice on the opposite side!”

Especially one was blown up and fell straight to the ground, and the other was blown up with flowers on his face.

The Qian family's spiritual cultivation cannot cast spells, so the demon hunters have no control.

 After the second fireball flew out, it hit the shoulder of a Qian family spiritual cultivator.

 Now spiritual cultivation cannot attack, and physical cultivation cannot be suppressed by spiritual cultivation, so it cannot be defended at all.

After boasting, Elder Yu continued to advise:

"But your current level is still low and your spiritual power is not strong. Even if you know magic, you are not suitable for fighting with others, especially in this kind of melee situation."

Elder Yu frowned.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to help."

One of them really hit the heart of a spiritual cultivator, and the spiritual cultivator immediately fell straight down. Although it was not fatal, he would not be able to get up in the short term.

Seeing that Elder Yu was about to curse, Qian Zhongxuan made a decision immediately:

 “Withdraw!”

 (End of this chapter)