If Li Yi does not activate the demon power in his body, his strength has already reached the level of a martial artist. If he activates the demon power in his body, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds. The power of this finger at this moment, even if he does not use his full strength, is enough to defeat the opponent's offensive...

…and confidence!

"Teng——" The blade of the sword was hit by this finger, and the sword body began to bend suddenly, and then it seemed that the speed of bending could no longer resist the powerful force coming from the opponent's fingertips.

"Pa--" Along with the crisp sound of breaking, the sharp long sword just now was broken into two pieces, one of which turned into an arc and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Dingling bell——" The tip of the sword fell to the ground, making a sweet sound. This sound made Li Yi feel happy, and made a little Taoist priest feel as if his heart was broken...

With a "pop!" the little Taoist fell to the ground. Immediately, he raised his head and stared stubbornly at the evil man for a while.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth, and actually cried out...

"Crying?!" Li Yi was stunned. Damn, this kid is really squeamish.

In desperation, he curled his lips and comforted in a low voice: "Uh, this little brother, uh, little Taoist priest..."

The little Taoist priest looked up at him and cried even harder.

"Why are you crying? You're still not a man anymore!" Li Yi raised his eyebrows and scolded impatiently.

The little Taoist priest cried for a while, rubbed his eyes, then glared at Li Yi fiercely, and said fiercely: "You, wait!"

Li Yi shrugged indifferently and stepped forward. Unexpectedly, after taking two steps, another handsome little Taoist priest holding Fuchen spoke.

The handsome little Taoist priest glanced at his companion sitting on the ground with red and swollen eyes, and then pouted, looking quite cute.

"You haven't beaten me yet!" Fu Chen shook his head, and the little Taoist priest raised his brows and leaned forward slightly, like a cute kitten pouncing on food...

Li Yi chuckled, waved his hand, and said kindly: "Forget it, I really don't have time to spank two little brats who can only cry!"

"Who can only cry!" The little Taoist priest brushed away the dust and let out a squeak - it was indeed a squeak, the voice was clear and sweet, and she was definitely, ahem, a pure sissy!

"Hey, don't do anything yet, little brother, are you a man or..." Li Yi was stunned and hurriedly asked. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he saw the other party flicking away the dust, muttering something in his mouth, and then...

My feet are tied!

Li Yi looked down at the ground paved with white stones. Two thick rattans grew strangely, and these rattans continued to climb up his legs. In the blink of an eye, these rattans had already grown.

Climbed to the waist.

"What is this?" Li Yi subconsciously moved his legs, but found that these rattans were very tough and difficult to break free from.

At this time, the canes had climbed up to his chest, and then followed his arms and began to tie them up.

"Holy shit!" Li Yi stared at the sissy little Taoist priest in front of him in astonishment, and said with a curse word: "Little Taoist priest, what are you talking about?"

"You don't even know the Taoist arts of wood!" The Taoist priest whose sword was broken by Li Yi stood up now with gloating. He curled his lips and looked at Li Yi sideways, and said with disdain: "Then you are waiting to be tied to death.

, and get kicked out!"

"Fuck -" Li Yi hurriedly struggled hard, but his arms were entangled inch by inch, and he couldn't use his strength at all. He opened his mouth to shout, but he didn't know that the cane actually went directly around his neck to his face, directly wrapping his

His mouth was covered.

In the blink of an eye, Li Yi was wrapped in these rattan sticks and turned into a big rice dumpling shaped like a human being, still trembling because of the struggle.

"Mingyue..." The little Taoist priest Broken Sword's eyes were still red. He gritted his teeth, glared at Li Yi with squinted eyes, and said, "I'm going to cut off his meridians and teach him a lesson! This sword is passed down from my family.

treasure……"

The little Taoist priest who was called Mingyue was obviously taken aback. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it and whispered nervously: "Qingfeng, how can we..."

Before Mingyue finished her words, she was interrupted by Qingfeng. The boy waved his hand with a gloomy look on his face: "Don't worry about it, this is my business! Even if Master and the others are blamed, I will take the blame!"

Although Li Yi was wrapped tightly, he could still hear the conversation between the two. At this moment, he was furious - you little brat, from which family, are you so cruel? You want to break my veins? Look.

When I get out, your mother won't even recognize you unless I beat you!

Return Qingfeng, I hit you with intention!

As he was thinking this way, Wanqing's gentle voice suddenly came from his mind - "Master, do you want my help..."

"No need!" Li Yi blushed - I can't even deal with two children, so I have to rely on a goblin for help?

After saying that, he still felt a little guilty, and said silently in his heart - "Well, it's for the time being - no need..."

Qingfeng was already twisting the broken sword and walked over with a gloomy look. Yes, the story of a handsome fifteen-year-old boy holding a broken sword and going to ruthlessly seek revenge was about to take place.

"Qingfeng..." Qingfeng had just stood in front of the human-shaped rice dumplings when Mingyue suddenly looked panicked and said, "Can you not..."

Qingfeng turned his head slightly, shook his head slowly, and said harshly: "He broke my sword, how can I let him go!"

This little sissy has some conscience! However, since you are afraid that he will stab me, you should at least take away this cane! And... these four guys, Song Beikui, said they wanted to go back and report some news, but they actually

Just leave me alone and trapped...

Li Yi struggled hard to no avail. He was panting from exhaustion. Through the gaps between the canes, he could see the little Taoist priest opposite him sharpening his knife...

"Wanqing..." Li Yi had no choice but to mutter silently with a low eyebrow...

Unexpectedly, before he finished reciting a sentence silently, he suddenly felt that the rattan outside his body suddenly loosened, and then quickly retreated from the top of his head as if his tail had been burned by fire.

"This is what will happen if you break my sword!" Qingfeng squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, waved his hand, broke the sword, and struck straight at Li Yi's right wrist.

"Bah -" Suddenly, with a bah sound, a palm-sized piece of saliva turned into a beam of light and flew towards Qingfeng's face.

"Pa--" The spit hit the little Taoist priest's right eye accurately. Qingfeng felt that his eyes were blurry for an instant... Well, his eyes were covered by the spit, and his movements naturally slowed down...

At this moment, he hasn't realized what it is, or... he has never thought that someone would actually use this method in a battle...
Chapter completed!