Asking About Longevity: Chapter 279 tiger demon

Chapter 279 Tiger Demon

Hong Sheng is not in a hurry, he can’t run away anyway.

The fat monk stared at the dining room. Now that he was on guard, it would be inconvenient for Mo Hua to eat here again.

And he also wants Kong Sheng’s jade pendant.

However, the methods must be more concealed and the actions must be more careful, so as not to reveal the truth.

Mo Hua began to stare at the fat monk. After staring for a day, he soon came up with an idea.

This fat monk will give food to evil cultivators, and at the same time, he will also give food to a monster beast.

That monster is a tiger monster, a late-stage first-grade creature, kept in a separate room and chained.

There are also formations painted on the chains to restrict the tiger demon from moving.

Tigers are the most powerful monsters in the Daheishan Mountains. They are quite dangerous if they are not locked in a formation.

This tiger demon also looks a bit special, with mixed black and white stripes on its body and a "king" pattern on its head.

It is estimated that the bloodline is unusual, so the evil cultivators captured it and locked it up in this black mountain stronghold.

As for what the tiger demon is used for specifically, the ink painting is not very clear.

 At noon every day, the fat monk would feed the tiger demon.

It's just that I don't feed him much every time, probably because he's afraid that the tiger demon will regain its strength and break free of its chains, causing trouble.

Mo Hua smiled when he saw this and said to himself: "If you don't feed me, then I will."

 He picked through the dining room, found some dried monster meat, put it into a storage bag, and then went into the cell where the tiger monster was held.

The tiger demon was hungry and lying on the ground dying. Suddenly, he saw a few pieces of food appearing in front of him. Although they were dry and hard, they were indeed meat.

The tiger demon blinked and was slightly confused, but it was so hungry that it couldn't hold it back and bit into the dried meat and started eating.

 Soon it finished all the meat and licked its fangs with unfinished content.

Mo Hua threw a few more pieces of meat in front of it.

 The tiger demon stared ahead. There was no figure in front of him, but it could detect the aura of the monk.

It didn’t know why the monk gave it meat, but driven by hunger, it ate all the meat anyway.

 Then it discovered that the monk's aura disappeared.

 The tiger demon opened its mouth and roared in a low voice.

 It had eaten about 70% to 80% full, and its strength had recovered to 70% to 80%, but it was still locked by the iron chains and formations, unable to move.

The tiger demon's eyes flashed, and then he slowly lay down, lowered his head and closed his eyes, looking like he wasn't full.

 When I caught a glimpse of the ink painting in the distance, I couldn't help but sigh:

 “This tiger monster is so smart.”

 The fat monk came back to feed me the next day, still looking unhappy.

 He was scolded by the old man again.

 The pastries were still lost before, but now even the meat has begun to be lost.

The fat monk didn't understand, who dared to steal food from the dining room of Heishan Village?

Moreover, he investigated for a long time and found no clue at all.

 There was no one else in the dining room except him and the old man.

 No one stole it, could it be a ghost?

The fat monk sneered, then frowned and his heart moved slightly.

 “Could it be invisibility?”

The only thing that can hide from the monk's sight is the art of concealment.

 Then the fat monk shook his head again.

How can the stealth technique be so easy to learn? There may not be a single monk in the whole Black Village who can learn it and master it.

And even monks who know the art of concealment are not without flaws.

 Hideaway monks can deceive the eyes, but not the spiritual consciousness.

He has also encountered a hidden monk before. Although he could not see it with his eyes, his spiritual sense could detect the traces. With his rich fighting experience, he pulled out the hidden monk in just a few rounds and chopped him with a knife.

The fat monk is confident that even a monk who knows the art of concealment cannot hide from his consciousness and perform small tricks under his nose.

So what is going on? Who stole something from the dining room?

 While the fat monk was feeding, he kept thinking in his mind.

He did not notice that at this moment, in a corner that he could not see, a small white hand was holding a pen, untying the pattern on the demon-binding chain one by one.

The fat monk didn't notice, but the tiger demon became energetic. It felt that the formation that bound it was getting weaker and weaker. Looking out of the corner of its eye, it could see lines appearing out of thin air on the formation chain. At the same time, the formation was gradually losing its effectiveness.

The tiger demon's eyes were even brighter, but he lowered his head to hide it and ate the meager food languidly.

 The fat monk is still thinking about it.

The more he tried to think about it, the more clueless he became, and the more annoyed he became.

"Damn it!" the fat monk was angry. Then when he saw the tiger demon lowering his head to eat, he became even more angry. He slapped the tiger demon on the forehead and cursed:

"I just serve people, but now I have to serve you, a beast!"

He often does things like hunting tigers.

Since the tiger demon was bound by the formation and couldn't move, there was nothing wrong with him venting his anger.

 The fat monk turned around and was about to leave. He was almost gone when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The ground beneath my feet was hazy, as if there was a shadow.

At the same time, there was a thick and ferocious aura behind him.

 The fat monk's eyes gradually widened.

He turned his head slightly, glanced back from the corner of his eye, and saw the tiger monster he had bullied just now, standing silently behind him, pointing at his head, opening its huge mouth.

 The fat monk was heartbroken.

 “What the **** is going on? How did this **** break free of his chains?!”

While feeling frightened in his heart, the fat monk desperately mobilized his body and ran forward.

The tiger demon took one bite, but because he had been trapped in the formation for too long, his limbs were stiff and he was half a beat too slow, allowing the fat monk to escape.

 The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

The tiger demon was furious and rushed towards the fat monk, slapping him down with his paw.

 But at this time, the fat monk had already adjusted his breath and was prepared, and he barely avoided this claw.

The tiger monster continued to bite, and the fat monk relied on his body skills to fight with it.

Those who can cultivate themselves as sinners will not be bad in body and mind.

 After a few rounds, the fat monk calmed down a little, and the panic in his expression disappeared.

He is in the late stage of the first level, and this tiger demon is also in the late stage of the first level.

Even if he can't defeat this tiger monster, he can definitely protect himself in a short period of time.

What’s more, this tiger monster has been hungry and trapped for a long time, and its strength is not at its peak.

 Thinking of this, the fat monk calmed down a little, and then sneered:

 “You evil beast, let’s see how I torture you in the future!”

Even if he breaks free from the chains, this tiger demon will not be able to escape from Black Mountain Stronghold and will fall into his hands sooner or later.

 He won't be so polite by then.

 The tiger demon was furious, and the attack became more urgent, but the fat monk became more and more calm.

Mo Hua, who was hiding in the corner, observed for a while and roughly estimated the strength of the fat monk.

  His cultivation is at the ninth level of Qi refining, which is close to the peak. His body skills are quite good. The Tao method he cultivates is a first-level martial arts called Jinguang Fist.

 Because he is a sin cultivator, he has been fighting all the time and has rich experience.

The overall strength is weaker than his father Mo Shan, but stronger than the average demon hunter at the ninth level of Qi refining.

 The reason why the fat monk is not reused is not because of his lack of strength, but because he is new to the job and is not trusted.

In terms of cultivation alone, the fat monk is still in the middle of the pack in terms of evil cultivation.

Mo Hua nodded silently.

If calculated in this way, the average strength of the Qi Refining Evil Cultivator will be stronger than that of the Demon Hunter.

However, the demon hunter has a first-grade iron armor and a simple sword. In a real fight, it is estimated to be between 50 and 50.

 The ink painting calms down a bit.

 At this point, the fat monk is useless.

Mo Hua stretched out his little hand and held it forward, looking for an opportunity to lock the fat monk with the water prison technique and give the big tiger a meal.

  Thank you Ze Yuan for the reward~

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