"Good at" formations may be a bit exaggerated.

But the talent of the formation is definitely not bad.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes looked at Mo Hua became much gentler.

When carrying out sect missions, they are full of dangers. They don’t want to bring a “little oil bottle”, even though this little oil bottle is well-behaved and cute.

One hour later, everyone came to a hillside.

The hillside is as usual, but there is a hidden hole under the cover of grass and trees.

The "condile" wanted by Dao Tingsi hid in the cave.

Several people hid behind a rock and discussed the plan to pursue.

But these have nothing to do with ink painting.

Originally, he came to see through the formation. When he arrived here, his mission had been completed for most of the time, so he would not need to take action on the next thing.

In the words of Senior Sister Murong, it is:

"You hide, don't show your head, protect yourself, and escape in advance..."

It is not only about caring about ink paintings, but also preventing them from appearing rashly, which will ruin things.

If he is caught by a vulture again and acts as a hostage, the situation will be extremely serious.

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, "Senior sister, don't worry."

He is very good at saving his life.

But thinking that if the senior brother and sister take action and kill the "cond" directly, they will not have the chance to show their "ability". Next time they offer a reward, they will not take them to play with them...

Mo Hua thought to himself that he should use his own purpose...

The mountains and forests are deserted and the hillsides are quiet.

The grass is deep and the rocks are chaotic, and no one is missing.

The spiritual consciousness of the Mohua moved slightly, glanced around, the luster flashed slightly in her eyes, and then she whispered:

"To the west of this place, one hundred and fifty feet, there is a golden formation with a second-grade eleventh pattern;"

"To the east of this place, about 150 meters, there is a mountain trap formation, the Bagua Gen-type trap formation, and the second-grade fourteenth pattern..."

"At the entrance of the cave, there is a Gen Mountain Formation, the second grade..."

"A little Yuan magnetic array is arranged ten feet outside the cave entrance? But it is also a second-grade..."

...

Mo Hua counted out all the formations near the cave, "as a treasure", without missing a single one.

Almost all the "condile" nests were seen through.

Not only Murong Caiyun, but also Ouyang Feng and others were a little surprised.

"Have you... learned the second-grade formation?"

Mo Hua said modestly: "I learned a little bit..."

The few people looked slightly shocked and looked at each other, only then they realized that they had far underestimated this innocent junior brother.

You can see through all the formations set up by others.

This kind of formation attainment and formation understanding must be extremely profound.

Sure enough, there are no mediocre people who can enter the eight major gates.

They were not invited by the "former commander".

Ouyang Feng released his spiritual consciousness and confirmed it slightly. Seeing that everything was really the same as Mo Hua said. He didn't realize the formations, and he couldn't help but nod and admired:

"Yes, thanks to Junior Brother Mo. In this way, it will be much easier for us to capture vultures."

"Next, act as planned and lead the vulture out..."

Mo Hua smiled and was about to say something, but suddenly her face changed slightly and sighed:

“No need…”

Everyone was stunned.

Mo Hua whispered: "The vultures have discovered us."

Ouyang Feng and others looked darker, and then calmed down. Sure enough, they found that at some point, a deep and cold spiritual sense was already filled with.

In just a moment, Mo Hua judged:

"Sixteen-patterned spiritual consciousness!"

"The peak of the mid-stage foundation building!"

“And… not only one person…”

Ouyang Feng looked slightly surprised, and Murong Caiyun and others were also a little lost.

They didn't find anything yet, why did this junior brother know everything?

However, the enemy is in front of him and there is no time to ask.

A trace of decisiveness emerged in Ouyang Feng's eyes, "Kill!"

Then murderous intent suddenly came.

A strong, with a bit of strange sword energy, came through the air and shattered the huge rocks where everyone was hiding, but Ouyang Feng drew the sword in time and dissolved one by one.

After the stone chips flew, the smoke and dust disappeared.

Ouyang Feng held a red and golden maple sword in his hand and stood in front of everyone. He was tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and extraordinary weapons.

Shangguan Xu pulled out a giant sword with a backhand, with awesome momentum.

Hua Qianqian stretched out her slender hands, and dozens of spiritual needles of hundreds of flowers floated in front of her.

Murong Caiyun used his hand to pinch his hair, and the hairpin between his hair shone brightly, emitting five-colored light. There were also magic at her fingertips...

"It's going to fight!"

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Mo Hua immediately ran away, used the hidden technique, put on a small cloak, found a large stone pit, lay on the ground, and hid.

If there is a fight, he will be fine for the time being.

With so many senior brothers and sisters, he can hide well and not get in the way.

Murong Caiyun paid attention to the ink painting. Seeing that the ink painting was very clever, he noticed it before the enemy's sword energy arrived, and retreated early and hid alone, nodded.

The others breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Shangguan Xu.

He was told by Wen Renwan to take good care of ink paintings.

If there is anything unexpected happening to Mo Hua, Aunt Wan'er will definitely blame him.

Now, when Mo Hua sees the opportunity is not good, he hides far away and hides it, vaguely. He doesn't know where he hides it, so he feels relieved.

At this moment, several monks walked out of the entrance of the Kushan Cave.

Currently, a monk is wearing a brown coat, narrow-eyed eagle nose, and is of medium age and has a gloomy eyes.

Behind him were five monks, all dressed in black, not like good people.

The ink painting hides far away, but he has a clear ear and eyes. He sees these people clearly and speculates in his heart that the current monk in brown must be the "condile" who has done a lot of bad things.

But he couldn't help but wonder:

"The vulture vulture...why is he not a bald?"

"Maybe he wears a wig?"

No...

In theory, there is only the wrong name, but no wrong nickname.

If he was not "bald", how could others call him "cond"?

Ink painting is a bit confusing.

And the battle in the distance is about to break out.

One side was a sect disciple who received a reward from Dao Tingsi to earn merits and pursued criminal cultivation.

One side is a sinful cultivator who was wanted by Dao Tingshi and was full of evil deeds.

Neither side intends to stop, and basically has no nonsense. Meeting is like a death fight.

The spiritual power is storming, the five elements are flying, and some strange spiritual weapons and sword energy are intertwined with each other...

Mo Hua secretly lay in the grass, revealing her head, watching others fight, and turning her mind, roughly estimating the strength of both parties.

There are five people here.

But I was "cat" in the grass, so there were only four people on the stage, all of whom were in the middle stage of foundation building cultivation.
To be continued...