Realizing that he had completely pinched Han Li and Qin Hao, Mo Juren's smile became more and more presumptuous, and he no longer had the slightest intention of concealing it.

"Hahaha......!"

"If you want to live in the future, then work hard to cultivate."

"If the time comes, I won't survive. Then you two, don't even want to live. ”

After the threat was over, he began to appease Han Li and Qin Hao with words again.

"But don't worry, as long as you have practiced by then, you will help me resolve the hidden dangers and terminal illnesses on my body."

"Although I will not really accept you as a personal disciple, I will also give you a happy and healthy life in the future, so that you can be carefree."

As he spoke, Mo Juren couldn't help coughing violently again.

His complexion became more and more ugly.

With a wave of his left hand, Qin Hao and Han Li saw this and turned around and left here one after another.

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Walk inside the Valley of the Divine Hand.

Han Li turned his head to glance at Qin Hao beside him, and seeing that he was calm and composed, he didn't worry at all, and he had some thoughts in his heart.

"Senior Brother Qin, do you have any solution?"

"How can I have a solution, let's go back and cultivate honestly." Qin Hao's face was bitter, he shook his head helplessly, and walked towards his room by himself.

When Han Li heard this, his face was cloudy for a while, and he planned to go back to his room to try it.

Let's see if we can dissolve it with an antidote pill.

……

……

Just as Qin Hao was talking to Han Li.

More than ten zhang away behind the two of them, in a hidden corner, Mo Juren was standing here quietly, eavesdropping on the conversation between Han Li and Qin Hao.

After hearing that neither of them had anything to deal with.

He showed a look of satisfaction, and then quietly turned to leave the place. After returning to the room and recuperating a little, he moved out and lived near the valley mouth of the Kamite Valley.

Let the interior of the Divine Hand Valley be kept in a quiet state suitable for practice.

Don't be disturbed by others and ask for help.

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Go back to the inside of your room.

Qin Hao sensed the situation in his body with his divine sense, and silently took out a small notebook.

On its cover, four words of [Diary of Cultivating Immortals] are written in the text of the previous life. He casually flipped open the cover of the epidermis, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink.

Then continue with the words of the past life and record the diary on it.

[On October 27th, Qixuanmen, Qing, Master Mo Juren forced me to eat a corpse worm pill]

After writing the diary, Qin Hao put down the brush in his hand.

Put your journal back inside the drawer.

He has no other hobbies, he just likes to write some diaries to record his life experience of cultivating immortals, and by the way, write down all the enemies.

Prevent yourself from accidentally forgetting and having a fish slip through the net.

"I wonder when the Wolf Gang will be able to get me what I want?"

Qin Hao was lying on the wooden bed, his head resting on his arms, secretly thinking about things.

……

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A few days later.

The cloud-winged bird that was raised by Mo Juren went out to forage for food, and never appeared again.

There is no bird in life, and no corpse in death.

Sensing this situation, Mo Juren became more and more annoyed in his heart, and he couldn't wait to kill Jia Tianlong, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, right now.

But he did not rush into action, but continued to patiently hibernate and recuperate for more than ten days.

Wait until your own injuries are almost dealt with.

Early the next morning, he quietly went out alone and left, disappeared inside the Qixuanmen, and went straight to the Wild Wolf Gang, which was also in the range of Caixia Mountain.

And Qin Hao, who often paid attention to Mo Juren openly, was keenly aware that the other party was not near the Valley of the Divine Hand.

Without hesitation, he went straight to the big kitchen.

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Near an uninhabited waterhole.

Qin Hao and Steward Zhou met privately again to discuss things secretly.

"The helper is very dissatisfied with the progress of your work, it is too slow." Steward Zhou said coldly.

"More than twenty days ago, someone attacked the Valley of the Divine Hand at night." Qin Hao clasped his hands on his chest, very calm: "Although the other party was killed by Mo Juren, Mo Juren's own injuries were also partially triggered. ”

"Today I found out that he was not there, or maybe he was out to find out what happened that night."

Turning his head and glancing at Steward Zhou beside him.

Qin Hao thought to himself, and suddenly asked out loud: "Is the attacker that night related to the gang?" ”

"What are you asking for?" Steward Zhou didn't explain, but asked rhetorically.

"If it is really related to the gang, then Mo Juren's disappearance may be to cut the grass and eradicate the roots." Qin Hao sneered at Steward Zhou and reminded, "This is an opportunity to besiege and kill him, a chance to get the immortal treasures. ”

Hearing Qin Hao's words, Steward Zhou's face changed slightly.

Suddenly took out a small package, threw it to Qin Hao, and said, "This is what you want." ”

Then he turned away from the place without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

"It seems that the people who came that night were really related to the Wolf Gang." Looking at the back of Steward Zhou, who was gradually moving away, Qin Hao smiled calmly, and secretly thought to himself: "The attraction of immortal treasures is indeed extraordinary. ”

"Do you want to give the Seven Xuanmen a good sense of the wind and lure Mo Juren to besiege and kill him?"

After thinking about it carefully, he secretly denied this tempting approach.

The main reason is that he is still inside the Seven Xuanmen, and he is one of the disciples of Moju Renming. If the Seven Xuanmen really wanted to investigate, they would definitely not let him go.

Opening the small package in his hand and looking at the two things inside, Qin Hao smiled.

"The preconditions are already in place."

"It's time to start plotting and kill my dear Master with your own hands."

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In the next twenty days.

Qin Hao temporarily put aside the practice of practicing "Changchun Gong", and turned to read and ponder the ancient text system of this world with all his might, forgetting to sleep and eating, and ignoring foreign affairs.

With the birth of the primordial god, a higher degree of brain development after the creation of divine consciousness.

It only took him more than twenty days to become self-taught, and he had a certain depth of understanding of the ancient writing system of this world.

"The basics are already there, it's time to practice spells."

Putting down the book in his hand, Qin Hao sat in the retreat room.

First, carefully recall the content of the mantra of the "Fireball Technique", and then analyze the content of the mantra with the meaning of the ancient text, so as to truly understand the way of magic practice.

There was a brief silence and a moment of thought.

Qin Hao pondered and studied repeatedly, confirming that there was nothing wrong or missing.

Only then did he raise a finger, and in the way of "Fire Bomb Technique", he secretly adjusted the wood attribute mana in the collective, and began to condense the spell.

A moment later.

In the air half an inch high of Qin Hao's fingertips, some fine sparks appeared out of thin air.

Then, immediately after, the spark coalesced and twisted, instantly turning into a small red fireball the size of a normal walnut. A scorching sensation of temperature quickly emanated from the small fireball.

Qin Hao's face flushed for a while.

"Fireball, it's done!"