Lu Jingtian saw that Uncle Li was not joking, so he had to suspiciously order his subordinates to go to the kitchen to find a firewood knife with rotten teeth, and Uncle Li took it to try the blade, and handed it to Yang Yi casually.

"What are you doing for me, chopping people, this thing doesn't seem to work as a watermelon knife, right?" Yang Yi held the firewood knife in a daze, and asked with a wry smile.

"Don't be a little bit more talkative, and when the time comes, you'll be useful." Uncle Li glared at Yang Yi and scolded.

Lu Jingtian naturally didn't know what the watermelon knife in Yang Yi's mouth was, and secretly guessed that it should be an extremely powerful magic weapon for subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Back in the room, Uncle Li suddenly looked at Yang Yi with a serious face and said: "Boy, what the wood demon said is just the last character in the demon world, but it is still easy to kill you, it was a fluke that you were able to get out of the house last night, so I will temporarily hold on to your feet and borrow you some mana, so as not to be injured by the wood demon." ”

After speaking, Li Shu'er took out the wine gourd, poured a large sip of wine, and suddenly sprayed Yang Yi's lower abdomen, and suddenly, the wine in the house was fragrant, but the strange thing is that after the wine sprayed Yang Yi's lower abdomen, it did not splash away, but soaked through the robe, and all of it penetrated into Yang Yi's skin.

Yang Yi felt as if a flame was embedded in his lower abdomen, and the heat wave was rolling in his abdominal cavity, so he was not uncomfortable.

"Uncle, are you taking revenge on me, what is this fun, it's too uncomfortable." Yang Yi looked at Uncle Li with a sad face, not sure if this old liar who turned his face faster than a book was taking the opportunity to rectify himself again.

"Fuck your fart, I'm implanting the clumsy fire into your body, so that you can breathe fire and hurt the demon, understand?" Li Shu'er glared at Yang Yi, bit his index finger, and then drew a blood line along the inch veins of Yang Yi's left and right wrists to the armpits.

"Boy, what you usually see in my palm can breathe flames, but in fact, it is clumsy fire. Speaking of clumsy fire determination, the world thinks that the origin is from tantric Buddhism, but they don't know that this method of meditation, mind cultivation, and qi through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra originated in my Taoism, and even the great Ming mantra that prompted the clumsy fire determination is nothing new compared to the thunder and fire mantra of my Taoism...... "Uncle Li said smoothly, and was triumphant, when he looked up, he saw Yang Yi looking at him with a boring face, and suddenly felt that the cow played the piano, and he was discouraged, "You didn't listen to what the said, grass!" ”

"Don't you mean to let me take this nitpicky firewood knife and cut it to death directly, and say that these things are so bad, hehe" Yang Yi looked at Uncle Li who was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and deliberately coughed with him.

"Stupid, rotten wood can't be carved, and the wall of dung can't be dirty" Uncle Li looked at Yang Yi who pretended to be naïve helplessly, and sighed, "A while, you go to the back garden last night, take a firewood knife and cut the branches of those peach trees one by one, as long as you see that the broken hole of the peach tree is bleeding, tell me, and then it's all about you, remember?" ”

"It's as simple as that?" Yang Yi looked at Uncle Li in disbelief and wanted to make further sure.

"It's as simple as that, it's very simple." Uncle Li's expression was so sincere that people couldn't help but be full of cows.

Yang Yi nodded, meaning that I would be relieved.

Uncle Li laughed secretly in his heart, boy, haven't you seen the stone record, when it is true, it is true and false, you are not concentrating on learning art now, and you are not afraid that you will not cry and call your mother when the time comes!

Let's say that the master and apprentice came to Shen Garden with their own hearts, and according to Uncle Li's instructions in advance, those girls had already hidden, and the small Shen Garden became more and more empty.

And what surprised Yang Yi even more was that the dwarf trees that were shivering in the cold wind last night all pointed their crooked branches at the location of the garden gate at this time, and more specifically, that is, the position where Li Shu'er and himself were fighting, that posture was like a group of soldiers neatly pointing the weapons in their hands at the enemy.

At this time, the sky was suddenly covered with clouds, and under the background of the lead-gray haze, those dwarf trees became more and more hideous and terrifying, and the originally poetic Shen Yuan was instantly shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, making Yang Yi instantly have a terrifying feeling of being in the magical black forest.

"Carving insect skills, class door axe." Li Shu'er glanced at the dwarf tree formation that was hiding murderous intent disappreciatively, and said to Yang Yinunu, "Go, cut down the tree, and call me when you see blood." ”

Yang Yi looked at the giant octopus-like dwarf bushes that seemed to open countless tentacles and waited for him to throw himself into the net, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the dwarf bushes with broken steps.

"You fucking Xueqing Yi walks the stage, Ma Li go in!" Uncle Li twisted his eyebrows and looked at Yang Yi, who was twisting his buttocks for a while, and kicked him into the bushes.

Entering the bushes, Yang Yi had no way out, so he had to grit his teeth and raise the firewood knife, cutting off the branches like those frozen poisonous snakes.

The dwarf tree was hard, and Yang Yi cut it for a while, his arms were sore and sweaty, but he didn't see a single branch with blood coming out of the broken branch.

"Dead old liar, you can't deliberately manipulate me and let me be a free gardener here, right?" Yang Yi muttered, and at the same time, he slashed the firewood knife into the branch of a dwarf tree with a slender trunk and swaying branches, "poof", the branches of the dwarf tree were soft in the hand, and fell in response, and at the same time, a stream of warm blood sprayed directly onto Yang Yi's face.

Yang Yi was startled at first, and then reacted, and just as he was about to call Uncle Li, he saw the other branches of the tree sweeping over like spirit snakes, wrapped around Yang Yi's neck, arms, body, thighs and other parts, making him feel as if he had been plastered all over his body, and he couldn't move.

Those branches seemed to be conscious, and they contracted hard, pulling Yang Yi to a position that was only a fist away from the main trunk, and at this time, the main trunk with mottled bark faintly appeared on the facial outline of a three-dimensional woman, and gradually became three-dimensional and clear.

Soon, the face of a woman with high temples and a cold temperament, but her eyes full of resentment appeared on the trunk of the tree, looking at Yang Yiqiu, who was close at hand, and asked: "I just like Miss Lu's piano skills, and I dance with her every night, and it doesn't hurt her heart, you stinky Taoist priest wants to insert a bar, last night this immortal fell for your trick, and you got lucky, today I want to see what tricks you can play, ho ho ......"

Every time the woman said a word, the branches that were wrapped around Yang Yi's limbs and body tightened a point, and by the time the woman finished speaking, Yang Yi was already about to be strangled into a dumpling by those branches, and kept scolding in her heart: Dead old liar, dear ancestor, where are you, hurry up, I really can't hold it, wipe!

In a panic, Yang Yi turned his head to look at Uncle Li, who was already a little blurry in his vision, and shouted with difficulty: "Uncle, save me, or it will become a dumpling filling, cough cough"

"Don't you have a fire in your stomach, try to channel that flame into your arm with your mind, and then launch it with your palm." In the distance, Uncle Li's unhurried voice was heard.

Yang Yi had the heart to beat Uncle Li'er's face into an insole at this time, but when he saw that Uncle Li had no intention of coming over to help him out of the siege, he had to bite his back molars, and according to Uncle Li's instructions, as soon as his mind moved, he felt a stream of heat/flow from the small/abdominal position to flow along the spine to the arms, like a slow-flowing magma.

A few seconds later, Yang Yi felt that his arms and palms had become burning/hot, as if his skin was about to be roasted, he was in great pain, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and scream, and then, a miracle happened: I saw a yellow flame spurting out of Yang Yi's mouth, impartially, and sprayed right on the face of the woman who was looming in the trunk of the tree with a perverse expression.

The woman didn't expect Yang Yi to have this killing move at all, and without any defense, her head instantly turned into a fireball, and she let out a terrible scream.

At the same time, the branches that were originally entangled in Yang Yi's arms and body also seemed to be frightened, and they shrank back and covered the woman's face to help her extinguish the flames.

Getting rid of the shackles of the branches, Yang Yi sat on the ground with his buttocks, and felt the blood in his heart surge, his eyes were dazzled, and the burning sensation in his arms and palms became more and more intense, as if if he didn't release this heat/flow in his body, his body would spontaneously combust.

At this time, the woman's temples were scattered, and with her messy hair that was still emitting green smoke, she walked out of the trunk with an extremely sad and angry expression, and walked towards Yang Yi who was sitting on the ground step by step, gritting her teeth.

Yang Yi also felt the danger, quickly got up, and then looked at the woman's black face, completely lost the pretty cheeks just now, and felt a little unbearable in his heart, so he raised the wide sleeves of the robe to block the woman's face, and then said: "What, I really didn't have a heart, accidental injury, accidental injury." "

From Yang Yi's tangled expression, the woman had already guessed how shocking her appearance was at this time, and she was even more furious, with one arm, still approaching Yang Yi with a murderous face.

"I said, don't, don't come here again, or I'll be mad." To be honest, Yang Yi's heart softened inexplicably at the moment, and he really didn't want to hurt this wood demon anymore, so he raised his palms and pointed at the woman, hoping that she would retreat.

Seeing that Yang Yi's palms were already as red as coals, the woman was stunned for a moment, and her feet involuntarily stopped, but the two lines of clear tears quietly flowed down.

At this time, Yang Yi panicked even more, and said in his heart that he was too sloppy, he was originally going to catch the wood demon, but it turned out as if he had insulted others, where is this all going on.

"Boy, use your mind to stimulate the clumsy fire in your palm and destroy this demon." Uncle Li, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, saw Yang Yi at a loss, and he rubbed the fire very much, so he woke him up loudly.