Chapter 17 Fisherman’s Benefits

Daoran has never been very clear about how high his fighting power is.

[Excellent Muscles and Bones] This talent made him a martial arts prodigy. The martial arts he practiced at Jinshan Temple were not ordinary, but which of Daoran's brothers who practiced in Jinshan Temple were mortals?

The skin of each one was bronze, like that of an eighteenth-century bronze man. Daoran punched his own hand and it would hurt for two days.

He could bully a mortal and hit ten of them, but the monk in front of him was also a monk with magic power, so even if the sneak attack was successful, it might not have much effect.

Daoran's goal was just to send Master Li into the attack range of the tree roots.

Not far, just one foot away.

Therefore, Dao Ran tried his best to maintain the reclusive state, walked behind Li Feng, and kicked his butt.

The lion tried his best to attack the rabbit, and Daoran's kick used all the skills he had spent in more than ten years of hard training.

He never expected that this kick would be so comfortable and solid, and Li Feng would fly directly three feet away.

The poor little Taoist priest never expected that someone would sneak up on him from behind, nor did he expect that the kick was so powerful and heavy that it directly shattered his bones. He didn't even let out a scream before he crashed into that place.

A pile of tree roots among the tentacles.

Daoran was also frightened by the effect of his kick. How could this guy be so fragile?

They are all cultivating immortals, but the defense power of Taoist priests and monks is so different?

Although Daoran's invisibility effect had disappeared when he kicked out, Li Feng had completely sunk into the roots of the tree, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Where did this monk come from?

He is so despicable and shameless to play sneak attacks, isn't he afraid of going to hell after death?

At this moment, doubts and shock even outweighed the anger.

It wasn't until the thick tree roots tightly entangled Li Feng, and the sharp and barbed tentacles stabbed his shattered hip along with the bloody smell, that Li Feng realized that he was about to die.

A golden light burst out from Li Feng's chest, turning into thousands of golden paper cranes and tearing all the tree roots wrapped around him into pieces.

Daoran was also secretly frightened when he saw this power. If he hadn't had a sudden urge to eliminate all demons, the demon's spell would have been used on him, and he would have been the one to be attacked by surprise.

Seeing the power of these golden paper cranes, Daoran felt that he was no match for them.

Li Feng used a magic talisman to tear the roots of the tree into pieces, and he was free again, but after falling to the ground, he couldn't get up for a long time.

Daoran's kick was so harsh that Li Feng's lower body felt nothing but pain.

And those chopped tree roots kept squirming, as if they were not completely dead yet. If this tree demon had any remaining strength, Li Feng would be the one who died.

Li Feng grabbed another magic talisman and was ready to fight at any time. At the same time, he loudly ordered: "Quick, rescue me!"

Before the horse thieves could react, Daoran strode out and stopped in front of the ruins. Gujing Wubo looked at the horse thieves with his unwavering eyes.

Facing these murderers who were licking blood from their knives, Daoran smiled and said: "Amitabha, life and death are determined by fate, so why should all the donors sacrifice themselves in vain?"

Dao Ran is still a little worried about dealing with the tree demon and Li Feng, but isn't it easy to deal with these mortals?

How could the horse thieves not recognize this extraordinary and handsome little monk? Thinking of the four-armed yaksha with long hair like fire that day, the horse thieves immediately started to fight, and no one dared to step forward at all.

Li Feng was shocked and angry when he heard Dao Ran's words.

God has a destiny of life and death. That kick just now almost killed him. Isn't this monk afraid that Buddha would slap him to death when he said this?

Just as he was about to use the power of the talisman to kill Dao Ran, he heard a whistling sound coming from behind.

The broken tree roots had somehow become entangled again, piecemeal together, as if they had been stuck together by a clumsy tailor, and continued to beat towards them.

Although the golden paper crane talisman is powerful, it cannot be compared with the flaming giant palm last night. Cutting the tree root tentacles can only severely damage the tree demon, but it cannot completely eliminate it.

Li Feng could only wave out dozens of golden threads to resist. The golden threads cut into the twisted tree roots, making the already tattered tree root tentacles seem to be broken. The tree sap flew around, occasionally splashing on Li Feng, and burned out.

Large swaths of white smoke.

I don’t know whether the tree roots were broken first or whether the Taoist priest was poisoned first.

Although Daoran was facing this group of horse thieves, most of his attention was still behind him, carefully distinguishing the sounds coming from him, and waiting for his advantage.

The screams continued for a while, the sound became smaller and smaller, and the breath became weaker and weaker.

The horse thieves hesitated for a moment and then unanimously made the same choice.

Grab a pile of gold and run away.

Daoran did not chase him, because there was a three-headed strange bird still eyeing him.

This monster is Li Feng's mount. It is bigger than a tiger, has an iron beak and sharp claws, and is difficult to deal with at first glance.

Dao Ran was worried in his heart, not knowing whether the indestructible King Kong could block the attack of the three heads.

The three-headed strange bird looked at Daoran for a moment, but seemed to find no flaws. Just as he was hesitating, Li Feng shouted: "Bad beast, what are you waiting for? Come and save me! Or I'll skin you!"

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The three-headed strange bird heard this and rushed towards Daoran.

Daoran was already prepared. He looked at the left side of the strange bird's head and unleashed the Arhat Fist.

But as soon as I raised my fist, I heard this strange bird making a strange quacking cry.

Originally a high-pitched and unpleasant cry, a strange voice sounded in Daoran's mind: "Little monk, you and I have no grievances. There is no need to fight to the death for this idiot, right?"

Dao Ran's expression changed slightly. The three-headed bird also knew how to transmit sounds into secrets, something Dao Ran himself didn't know how to do.

However, Daoran didn't quite believe what the three-headed bird said. After all, he was someone else's pet, so he couldn't be so ruthless.

Seeing that the three-headed strange birds had rushed to his side, Daoran did not relax his vigilance at all.

But at this time, the three-headed strange bird said again: "Left shoulder!"

After saying that, all three heads pecked at Daoran's left shoulder.

Daoran ducked sideways and seemed to have no time to make a move, but in fact he was able to do so with ease.

"Not bad, good acting skills. This time it's the waist!" the strange bird reminded again.

Daoran got the hint and easily dodged again.

"Head, right leg...hey, you can't just hide, you have to fight back."

The three-headed strange bird dispelled Daoran's suspicion with practical actions. He was really acting.

Withdrawing three of his strength from his fist, Daoran started a "fierce fight" with the three strange birds.

The attack of the three iron mouths is difficult to dodge, but the strange bird and Daoran are acting in coordination with each other. Therefore, Daoran's movement is so fast that he can dodge every time when there is no delay.

A fatal blow, and no matter how hard the strange bird tries to find its savior, it will be "tightly" entangled by Daoran and cannot escape.

The two actors completely cut off Li Feng's livelihood.

Among the ruins, most of the golden threads controlled by Li Feng had been broken, leaving only a dozen or so roots struggling to support them. However, there were too few golden threads after all, and they could barely block the roots of the tree, but they could not stop the sap dripping from them.

The poison corroded half of his face into white bones, and his body was covered in pits and white smoke. He probably wouldn't survive with this look.

The tree demon was also at the end of its fight. The giant tree roots that had been forcibly twisted together were scarred and might be severed at any time. However, it still relied on instinct and tried its best to beat the golden protective thread of Li Feng.

While Daoran was performing with the strange bird, he still had time to look back at Li Feng. Seeing Li Feng's miserable condition, he couldn't help but say: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, good is good."

One is a monster who drinks human blood and practices cultivation, and the other is a villain who indulges in thieves and commits crimes. It is the best destination to die together.

After hearing this, Li Feng stared at Dao Ran with his remaining eyes and shouted: "You can't die well, you must not die well!"

Following Li Feng's vicious curse, golden light flew out of his chest and went straight into the sky.

Seeing this golden light, Li Feng smiled miserably and said: "My master will avenge me. He will make you experience thousands of tortures, so that you can't live or die!"

After saying this, all the golden threads collapsed together, and Li Feng was finally smashed into pulp by the incomplete tree root.

The three-headed strange bird flapped its wings and flew several feet upside down. Li Feng was dead, and he no longer had to pretend to be a loyal protector.

The two parties stopped, and Daoran asked curiously: "Isn't he your master?"

The three-headed strange bird said disdainfully: "It's just a living. Who would fight for three melons and two dates? Besides, the hair I just changed will be disfigured if it is stained with this poisonous tree sap. I don't want to lose face."

Of?"

This bird has quite a personality.

"Amitabha, why don't you eat with the monk?" Daoran asked tentatively.

This three-headed bird looks very cool, and he also wants to try riding one. Anyway, it is just a means of transportation, so as not to let him fight.

The three-headed bird shook his head and said, "You can wait until you get through the revenge. The master of this little Taoist priest is very vengeful."

After saying that, the three-headed strange bird ran away directly.

Daoran naturally wouldn't chase it. This bird is quite capable, and he might not be able to beat it without summoning the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

As for the revenge that the strange bird said, Daoran raised the corners of his mouth and didn't take it to heart.

Taoist priests have a master, don’t monks have one?
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