Asking about longevity

Kui Mulang, who had cheated his death, opened his eyes.

The blood in its body became thicker again, and its demonic power began to circulate.

The big man who was a demon hunter with his back to Kuimulang suddenly felt a chill behind him and quickly ducked to one side.

He dodged it, but not quite.

Kuimulang's sharp claw fell from his left side, tearing a bloody mark on his arm. The light green demonic power followed the wound and seeped into his meridians, making his arm numb and blood flowing uncontrollably.

Cold sweat broke out on the big man's forehead.

Kui Mulang's eyes were fierce, and his second claw ripped off his head.

"Can't hide!"

The big man was injured, and the demonic power eroded the wound. He moved slowly, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal despair.

At this moment, Mo Shan suddenly appeared and kicked the big man away, saving him.

Kuimulang's claw failed again.

After the big man landed, he felt a burning pain in the place where Mo Shan had kicked him, and his blood was boiling.

Knowing that Mo Shan was trying to save him, he didn't hold back and kicked him hard.

This kick really saved him.

But it hurts, it really hurts.

The big man couldn't help but said: "Mo Shan, you..."

After raising his head, his expression changed wildly, because Kuimu Lang's sharp claws were raised high, and the target was Mo Shan.

But Mo Shan kicked him, but he still couldn't take it back. At this time, there was no way to avoid it.

"Mo Shan!" the big man said anxiously.

Mo Shan frowned, but he didn't look panicked. He expected all this.

He saves the big man, but will reveal his flaws and be attacked by Kui Mulang.

But he had estimated the wolf demon's attack. Kuimu Lang's claw, from top to bottom, could only hurt his back, and it would not be fatal.

He was injured a little, but it was still worth it to save his brother's life.

The other members of the demon hunting team also saw this scene, but their physical skills were not as good as Mo Shan's. Even if they rushed over, they were still one step behind.

He could only watch helplessly as Kuimulang's demonic claws carried the fishy wind and tore into Mo Shan's back.

But then they were all dumbfounded.

Kui Mulang's wolf claws didn't tear the flesh, skin, or even the vine armor.

A pale golden light flashed on the rattan armor, blocking Kuimulang's claw.

Mo Shan was knocked away by this claw and spit out a mouthful of blood after landing. However, there was no wound and he would not be eroded by the demonic power. He was only affected by the demonic beast's power, so it was not a big problem.

But this is a late-stage first-grade monster, how could it not have any wounds?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and when they came to their senses, they remembered that now was not the time to think about this.

Thinking that Da Han and Mo Shan were both in dire situations just now, with their lives hanging by a thread, they also hated the evil beast for cheating their deaths.

All the demon hunters raised their knives and hacked Kuimu Lang to death.

Mo Shan wanted to stop him, but it was too late, so he could only sigh silently:

Come on, the fur is gone now.

When everyone peeled off Kuimu Wolf Demon's fur, it turned out to be in tatters, like a tattered piece of cloth, and no intact piece could be found.

Mo Shan sighed again.

They couldn't stay in the inner mountain for long, so they packed up Kuimulang's body and withdrew from the inner mountain, preparing to rest temporarily at a camp in the outer mountain.

The big man who was a demon hunter on the road felt a dull pain from his wound, and he couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, these monsters have different ways of pretending to die. I made a mistake. I was really careless.

A demon hunter said: "Okay, you are lucky this time. Without Brother Mo, your life would have been lost."

The big man thanked Mo Shan and said, "Thank you very much, brother."

Mo Shan waved his hand, "We all fight side by side, no need to be polite."

Since we are in the same demon hunting team and we are all brothers who have gone through life and death, it is only natural that you save me today and I will save you tomorrow.

The big man stopped talking politely.

But as he walked, he glanced at the vine armor on Mo Shan's body and couldn't help but said:

"I asked, what are your rattan armor made of? Why is it so hard?"

A late-stage first-level monster couldn't tear open the opening even with a claw.

When the other demon hunters heard this, they all looked over.

This was the first time they had seen such hard rattan armor.

Mo Shan frowned, "It should be the rattan armor mixed with fine iron..."

"Impossible," the big man shook his head. "If that's the case, I'll eat my rattan armor."

A demon hunter approached Mo Shan, looked at the vine armor on Mo Shan's body, touched it with his hand, identified the material, and said to the big man:

"You can eat it now. It's made from fine iron mixed with rattan armor."

The big man said: "Fart! Isn't my rattan armor also mixed with fine iron? If it is caught by a monster, it will turn into a rattan."

The other demon hunters laughed and said, "What you bought is probably a fake."

"What you mixed with it is not refined iron, it should be sand."

"You fart!" The big man's face turned red.

Mo Shan couldn't help but smile.

But he also wanted to know why this pair of rattan armor was so hard.

"Could it be that Hua'er drew some formation inside?"

Mo Shan thought in his heart.

After walking for half an hour, we finally arrived at the camp.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the big man collapsed on the ground, took out one pill, crushed several other pills, sprinkled them on the wound, and then wrapped it with a piece of cloth.

The big man sighed: "I will disturb Mr. Feng again when I go back."

"Just be content. If it weren't for Mo Shan's kick, if you tried to disturb Mr. Feng, you would probably be dead."

The big man couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Kui Mulang's claws glowing with green light just now.

That claw scratched his head, but it would have killed him.

Thinking of this, the big man felt grateful again. He took out the storage bag and threw it to Mo Shan:

"Old Mo, let me buy you a drink."

"Come on, are you inviting Mo Shan to drink? Do you want him to treat you to meat?"

The big man kicked the demon hunter and said, "You're the only one who talks a lot of shit. If you have the guts, don't take it!"

"Whether I eat or not is none of your business!"

The two started to quarrel.

Mo Shan couldn't help but shook his head.

Every time he goes into the mountains, Liu Ruhua will ask him to bring some dry food and beef. If he eats well himself, he can also share some with other monster hunters.

Mo Shan took out the beef and distributed it to everyone, and also distributed a few bottles of wine in the big man's storage bag.

Several other demon hunters also took out their storage bags.

There are wild fruits, dry food, snacks, and some other flavors of wine.

Everyone was eating and drinking, and the camp became lively.

Mo Shan ate a few pieces of meat, took a sip of wine, and took off his rattan armor. Thinking of something, he couldn't help but take it apart and take a look.

Several other demon hunters also leaned over.

"It's a formation!"

"What formation?"

"how could I know?"

A demon hunter looked up at Mo Shan and asked, "What formation?"

Mo Shan shook his head.

"You don't know what your son drew?"

"My son painted it, not me. How do I know?"

The big man was envious and jealous, and said: "Lao Mo, before your son was born, did you worship any immortals? I will worship him too. Maybe my son will be as smart."

"Forget it, you're not smart yourself, why do you expect your son to be smart?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"This formation is not an iron armor formation, right?" said a demon hunter.

"That's for sure, it's obviously much more complicated."

Everyone looked through the light of the camp and saw the formations painted on the vine armor. The handwriting was complicated, the formations were mysterious, and they glowed with a faint golden color. It was not simple at first glance.

Everyone looked at the rattan armor again. Not only was the formation good, but a lot of thought was put into the workmanship of the rattan armor.

Thinking that this was given to him by Mo Shan's son, everyone felt a little sour in their hearts.

At this moment, Mo Shan suddenly said: "Not good!"

The other demon hunters also looked nervous, "What's wrong?"

Mo Shan touched the vine armor and said with some distress:

"There are scratches."

All the demon hunters looked at him silently, speechless for a long time.

Thanks for the frivolous tip~