And, more than once...

In Tongxian City, Elder Yu's expression was a little solemn.

Yu Chengyi, Yu Chengyong, Mo Shan and others also frowned.

"A second-grade monster is fighting for death?"

"The demonic power is so terrifying..."

"Can there be a strange treasure that appears in the world?"

"What kind of treasure can there be in the poor mountains and bad waters in Daheishan?"

“…Why did this happen suddenly?”

“It was all good before…”

Yu Chengyi pondered: "It's not just monsters, but also extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuations. Could it be... other foundation-building experts came to Daheishan and hunted second-grade monsters?"

"You have to build foundations if you hunt a second-grade monster..."

Elder Yu shook his head and said, "We cannot not know about so many foundation building and such a large formation..."

Mo Shan nodded and said, "That's right, and Tongxian City has not had any foreign foundation building recently..."

"External foundation building..."

Yu Chengyong thought for a while, "There is one thing he insisted on saying..."

Mo Shan was slightly stunned and frowned and said, "Who?"

Everyone was stunned, remembered, and looked at Mo Shan silently:

"Your son..."

Mo Shan looked surprised.

Oh yes, the painting has built the foundation...

He had been happy about this for a long time.

But although the ink painting has built the foundation, it looks no different from before. It looks like a child, eating delicious food every day and learning formations every day, so he subconsciously ignored this matter...

I forgot my son, and I have become a "foundation-building" monk.

Moreover, the ink painting is indeed a recent one, just returned from outside...

"Mo Hua...what are you doing recently?" Elder Yu asked carefully.

Mo Shan shook his head.

He really doesn't know this.

He only hopes that Mo Hua can do what he wants to do, whether it is practice or painting formation, as long as it does not violate the right path and Mo Hua likes it, he will not interfere.

As long as he can be safe and happy, it's fine.

And ink painting is a first-class formation master...

He didn't understand the formation at all, and even if he asked, he was confused.

What's more, he is about to build a foundation and is busy hunting monsters, so he is usually very busy.

Elder Yu thought about it, and although he felt it was impossible, he still tried to ask:

"That ink painting...have you been to the deep mountains these days?"

Mo Shan thought about it for a moment and nodded, "I will go occasionally, bring a bunch of dried fish, saying that I want to feed the cat..."

"Feed cat..."

Everyone was a little dazed.

What cats should I feed?

What cats can be fed in the deep mountains?

The atmosphere is a bit subtle.

"The movement in the deep mountains cannot be made by the child Mo Hua..." someone said weakly.

Mo Shan laughed, "How is it possible..." Then he was stunned and his smile disappeared.

The other demon hunters were also silent.

It seems impossible...

But this matter seems to be impossible for Mo Hua to do...

After all, the deep mountains of Dahei Mountain were blown up once by Mo Hua with a large formation, and the entire mountain changed...

But this matter is difficult to conclude. Elder Yu only asked Mo Shan to go back and ask about Mo Hua, and everyone dispersed.

Mo Shan went home in confusion, and Liu Ruhua was cooking.

Mo Hua followed her mother and said, "Mom, I want to eat this...", "The beef is delicious...", "This one should be spicy..."

Then, like a little greedy cat, take a bite of this one and taste the other.

It is impossible to tell that he is already a foundation-building monk...

Mo Shan looked at him with care, but was a little helpless, so he didn't know how to speak.

During supper, the dishes were very rich.

I enjoyed eating ink paintings.

Suddenly he remembered something, took out a storage bag, and asked, "Dad, look at this, can you sell spirit stones?"

Mo Shan was stunned and thought it was a formation. He was about to say that he couldn't understand it. After taking it, he found that it was a monster material.

He is very familiar with the monster materials.

Mo Shan reached out and took out a few demon bones. He glanced at them for a few times, but frowned.

"I haven't seen it before..."

In Daheishan, there are still monster materials that you have never seen before?

Mo Shan looked at it for a moment, then suddenly became stunned, opened his mouth wide, and looked incredible.

"Is this the bone of... the second-grade monster?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded as he chewed the chicken legs and said, "Dad, you have such a good eye!"

Moshan doesn't know what to say.

Is this a question of whether you have good eyesight?

Moshan thought of the abnormal movements in the deep mountains and asked:

"Ye...how did this come about?"

Mo Hua thought about it and did not hide it. "I wanted to use spiritual ink to draw the formation, so I used dried fish to buy a big tiger, and then joined forces to kill the second-grade monster. It ate meat and I bleed..."

"These bones and teeth are left over from the big tiger..."

"I thought I could sell the spirit stones, so I took them back..."

Mo Shan listened, just like listening to the heavenly books.

Dried fish buy tigers?

Hunting a second-grade monster?

This is the same story made by a child. Who can believe it if you say it...

But Mo Shan has to believe it...

Mo Shan was silent for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "How many... second-grade monsters have you killed?"

Mo Hua was afraid that his parents would worry, so he said, "It was not me who killed it, it was the big tiger who killed it. I just helped a little bit..."

"I don't count how many people I killed..."

"It seems like eighty or ninety-nine just has it..."

"There are still many bones, I've put them in the yard..."

Mo Shan and Liu Ru looked at each other in a picture, unable to speak for a while...

A second-grade monster...

The second-grade monster that was once a rampant in Daheishan.

Maybe one will not die in one or two hundred years...

When I came back, eight or nine people died in just one or two months...

Mo Shan couldn't help but sigh and looked at Mo Hua, feeling helpless.

Forget it, it’s good to go to Ganzhou to study...

He is only fifteen years old. If he grows up, he will learn the formation better. Tongxian City, the entire Daheishan Mountain, and even the entire Daheishan Mountain Prefecture may not be able to withstand his troubles...

...

Later, Mo Shan helped Mo Hua sell the materials for these second-grade monsters.

The fur was caught by the big tiger, the bones were gnawed, and the minions were somewhat incomplete after fighting, and they were all considered "defective products".

But after all, it is the material for a second-grade monster, and the price is still good.

In the Daheishan Prefecture Realm, there is no second-grade formation master.

But there are still several second-grade weapon refiners.

These materials can be used to refine second-grade spiritual weapons.
To be continued...