In front of the temple.

The monk stood leisurely on one side, the tiger spirit god's body was slightly lowered and glared at the monk, while Fang Yan on the other side slowly got up from the ground.

"I'm having trouble this time..." Looking at the monk with fearful eyes, Fang Yan bit his lip, and kept thinking in his heart how to solve the situation in front of him.

The camp is now clearly divided. He and the tiger spirit god are together, and the enemy is a monk. Although Fang Yan and others have the advantage in the number of people, the actual situation is just the opposite. The monk who is alone has steadily gained the upper hand. The tiger spirit god's injuries have not yet healed. Although the monk's injuries have not completely improved, they still steadily suppress the tiger spirit god. The only variable is Fang Yan.

Fang Yan was still thinking in his heart, but the Tiger Spirit God suddenly sneered and broke the current deadlock: "The guys over there, if you want to fight, why are you stupid here?"

"Nothing." The monk answered perfunctorily, although his face was still calm, his heart was filled with an unknown fire, not for anything else, but for a mistake in his actions. Suddenly, the monk remembered the leader's evaluation of him: his emergency response ability is too poor and it is difficult to achieve great things.

"Fortunately, there is still a chance to remedy it." He told himself secretly. The monk raised his head and looked at the tiger spirit god opposite him with a calm expression, and clasped his hands together, "Tiger spirit god, you are not my opponent. If you hand over Udir, our grudges will be eliminated, and I will not make things difficult for you."

"A turn off? Haha." The tiger spirit god sneered, with a crazy hatred flashing in his eyes, "I won't let the three brothers get over the hatred! One day, I will ask you to pay the blood debts and blood!"

"Fang Yan, you retreat aside, you can't interfere in this battle." The tiger spirit god turned his head and looked at Fang Yan and said calmly, with a trace of strange color flashing in his eyes. Fang Yan nodded in understanding, and took a few steps back to give up the venue for the two to fight.

"Roar--" After Fang Yan retreated, the tiger spirit god roared at the monk and jumped towards him, causing a strong wind.

Fang Yan, who seemed to be watching the battle without caring, smiled silently in his heart: "Tiger Spirit God, you respect me so much... In fact, he put the victory and defeat on me."

"Roaring the Beast King!" The tiger spirit god roared to the sky, and the roar contained supreme majesty. A circle of sound waves visible to the naked eye came from the tiger spirit god, attacking the middle-aged monk who had just dodged the tiger spirit god's attack.

Fang Yan looked at the battle in front of him with a calm expression. The current situation is very clear. The tiger spirit god is not the opponent of the monk. The only advantage they can find is that the middle-aged monk does not know Fang Yan's true background, but only regards him as an ordinary person who has no combat power at all. The only thing Fang Yan has to do now is to find the opportunity.

Back on the battlefield, facing the "Beast King Roar" issued by the Tiger Spirit God, the monk's face remained calm: "There is no need to take this inappropriate trick."

With his right hand raised, a bright yellow bell-shaped phantom suddenly appeared, protecting the monk: "It's as solid as a golden bell."

The sound waves swept past, and the phantom of the golden bell remained motionless.

The tiger spirit stopped and looked at the monk hiding in the shadow of the golden bell. In the previous battle, it was this move that repeatedly blocked his own attacks that made the monk stand invincible in the battle.

Of course, this move is not unsolvable. There has been a saying on Valoran Continent, "There are no unsolvable skills, only unsolvable strong people." If you want to talk about the method of breaking through the monk's move, the Tiger Spirit God also understands it, that is, concentrating his strength to attack one point-through attack.

Unfortunately, this is not difficult for the tiger spirit god in its heyday, but it is impossible for the tiger spirit god who has entered the weak stage and was seriously injured after giving birth. Even if the tiger spirit god uses the trick of point-breaking attack, the strength of its power is not enough to break the defense of the Golden Bell. This has been verified in previous battles on the shore.

"So, the best time to attack is the moment when the Golden Bell disappeared." Outside the battlefield, a light flashed in Fang Yan's eyes. The desire to take action suddenly rose in his heart, but Fang Yan forced himself to endure it and secretly warned himself, "It's not the time yet. The battle has just begun, and his spirit is still there. If he really takes action, he may not have any gains, but will worsen the situation."

"It depends on how long the Tiger Spirit God can last." Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but turn his eyes to the Tiger Spirit God, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"The battle has just started, and the body has begun to be a little heavy......" At this moment, although the tiger spirit god looked nothing on the surface, her condition was far worse than Fang Yan imagined. On her abdomen, the black mark that was originally reduced to the size of a fist by the power of the four gods in the temple had already spread to the size of a palm. This black mark full of cursed aura not only reduced the speed and strength of the tiger spirit god, but also consumed her physical strength exponentially. The tiger spirit god knew that if the battle dragged on for too long, she would not even have to do anything by herself.

On weekdays, the "Beast King Roar" must be followed by the Tiger Spirit God's thrust and hand-to-hand combat, because "Beast King Roar" is not just a damage skill. Its real function is to boost one's own spirit and make one burst out stronger than usual in a short period of time. If you use professional terms in the warrior circle, it is to bless yourself with a layer of attack speed BUFF.

But if the tiger spirit god dares to do this now, it will only consume his physical strength sharply and make himself defeat faster.

The Tiger Spirit God is in a dilemma.

"Since you don't take action, I will attack you on your own initiative." Seeing that the tiger spirit god was not moving for a long time, the monk smiled peacefully and reached out to take out a string of rosary from his arms.

"Subduing the Demon." A flash of light in his eyes, the rosary lit up slightly yellow, and burst out at the moment when the monk's palm aimed at the tiger spirit god, shooting towards the tiger spirit god in front of him like a scattering.

The tiger spirit god snorted coldly, jumped to the side with a slight bow on his feet, avoiding the monk's attack range. Before he landed, the monk's figure had already appeared in front of him, holding a page of white paper with strange scriptures in his hand.

"Zhenling." A soft murmur came from his mouth, and the paper instantly turned into a string of light to attack the tiger spirit god who had just landed on his front foot, entering her body. A sensation of dizziness came, and the tiger spirit god only felt a star appearing in his eyes, and his body's movements were paused.

In the battle, the winner may be decided in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, the Tiger Spirit God revealed such a big flaw. Fortunately, the combat instinct for many years saved her life. Before the "Shenling" attacked the Tiger Spirit God, she spit out a golden air bullet at the monk, and the monk had to stop preparing for the attack.

"As solid as a golden bell." A soft moan was heard from his mouth, and a bright yellow bell-shaped phantom appeared around the monk. The golden air bomb was extremely fast, and it had arrived just when the phantom of the golden bell had risen, but it was still one step late and blocked by the golden bell.

"Struggle to death." The monk smiled coldly, and the shadow of the golden bell protecting the body disappeared. At this moment, a dangerous premonition surged into the monk's heart.

"boom--"

A fiery red light suddenly came, hitting the monk's unprepared back, and the stinging feeling filled his heart instantly. The monk screamed and threw his body forward.

Fang Yan's figure appeared not far away, leaned over and picked up a red round bead from the ground, and subconsciously whispered: "The power of this thing is really beyond imagination."
Chapter completed!