Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

"Master, I..."

The little boy was scared, thinking that he had done something wrong and made Ye Junlin angry!

One second.

Ye Junlin stretched out his hands and kneaded the little boy's face. He had this impulse since he saw Kunpeng transformed into a human, but he had been holding it back because of the occasion.

Now that he could finally do it, Ye Junlin, who was in a playful mood, would naturally not miss this opportunity.

The little boy's face was very elastic and soft, like dough, and it was squeezed and deformed in various ways, very funny.

"Really good, it feels really good."

Ye Junlin praised.

He didn't expect that his mount was so big, and it was quite cute when it turned into a human form.

At this time, the little boy's face was repeatedly kneaded and pulled, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes in pain, and he felt very aggrieved.

"Master, stop, it hurts..."

After playing for a while, Ye Junlin stopped with satisfaction.

"It's my turn, it's my turn!" An Miaoyi ran over, eager to give him a hand.

The little boy turned his head away with a straight face, "Hmph, no!"

What a joke, who can play with your face?

An Miaoyi put her hands together, as if praying, and said in a gentle voice: "Brother Kun, please~"

The word "Brother Kun" made the little boy feel refreshed.

"Call me more! I'll think about it!"

"Brother Kun, Brother Kun, Brother Kun..."

An Miaoyi didn't feel embarrassed, and kept repeating in her mouth like a repeater.

"Okay, okay, Brother Kun, I'll give you a chance." The little boy was coaxed and happy, and crossed his arms and said solemnly.

"Okay!" An Miaoyi stretched out her hands and kneaded this white and tender face, feeling inexplicably relieved.

This sister's technique is so comfortable~

The little boy squinted his eyes in enjoyment. Compared with Ye Junlin's violent kneading, An Miaoyi's technique can be said to be very gentle.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

An Zi looked at her with a smile on his face. If her daughter could always be carefree and happy, it would be great.

At this time, the painful feeling came from her chest, and An Zi coughed violently again, as if she was coughed out of her lungs.

"Cough cough...!"

There was a shocking pool of black blood on her face, filled with a sinister breath.

"Dad!" An Miaoyi was frightened and ran over to check the situation, her eyes full of worry.

"Master, how are you?" The elders gathered around.

An Zi felt the strange poison in his body and sighed helplessly: "Hey, this poison can't kill me now, but it can torture me severely and affect my physical condition all the time."

Now, he is like a sick cat, and can only hide in the Daodao Sect to survive!

"Those aliens really deserve to die!" The monks of the Daodao Sect showed grief and indignation. Looking at the former majestic leader, who was tortured and became more and more haggard, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

"Dad, you will get better." An Miaoyi hugged his father's arm, and his voice was crying.

Suddenly, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"It's not a big deal, can't you just cure it?"

The sad atmosphere solidified instantly, and everyone turned their heads to look at the silver-haired young man who spoke.

"Cure?"

An Zibo was stunned, then smiled bitterly: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you don't know, this poison is extremely evil, endless, like a curse, attached to my body, I have tried all kinds of methods before, but they will recur afterwards, and even become more serious."

An Zibo shook his head and sighed: "So, I have accepted my fate..."

Ye Junlin smiled and said: "Fate can be changed, how can a cultivator easily accept his fate?"

An Zibo's heart moved, "Fellow Daoist Ye, what do you mean?"

"Xiao Hei, detoxify Master An." Ye Junlin ordered.

The fourth disciple of the master is practicing the Qing Emperor's Longevity Secret, which is the creation of the master, the supreme wood-based magic. As long as he takes action, any strange poison will be solved.

"Who is Xiao Hei?" An Zibo asked in confusion.

This name sounds like a dog!

"Fourth Junior Brother, Master is calling you!" Bai Xiaoxi looked around and called out.

"Don't hide, kid. Come out quickly!"

Ye Junlin said unhappily.

"Come, come..."

A timid voice sounded weakly.

In the crowd, a standard pot-covered boy with dark skin like chocolate walked out slowly, sweat beads as big as beans overflowing from his forehead. Feeling the countless curious eyes around him, he was very nervous and his expression was very unnatural.

"This is the new disciple of Fellow Daoist Ye. He looks a little restrained." An Zi's eyes flickered. He was very curious about what ability this boy had to remove the stubborn toxin in his body.

"Fourth Junior Brother, don't be nervous. Just play normally. Even if you can't do it, Master won't blame you." Li Wujie comforted.

Ye Junlin deliberately frightened: "Yes, yes, it's no big deal. Just consider adding a meal tonight, just eat chicken stewed with mushrooms."

Hearing this,

The boy with the pot-covered hair was frightened and looked like he was about to cry.

He struggled internally and came to An Zi with difficulty. He adjusted his breathing repeatedly, pinched his hands together, mobilized the magic power in his body, and performed the Qing Emperor's Longevity Art.

The vast wood essence was released through his palms, and the rich green energy continued to pour into An Zi's body.

"Ah~"

An Zi had never felt so comfortable in her life, and couldn't help but make a sound, as if she had unlocked some hidden attribute of her body.

Everyone's expressions were very strange, as if they were meeting the leader of the Taoist Sect for the first time.

"Dad, you..." An Miaoyi gritted her teeth.

An Zi's face turned red when he realized that he had lost his composure, so he coughed a few times and said righteously: "This is a normal response, don't think too much about it!"

For a second, An Zi's pupils shrank sharply, because he noticed that the strange toxin was quickly dispelled and eradicated, all kinds of hidden diseases disappeared, and the vitality in the body was unprecedentedly strong, as if he had been reborn.

Crackling!

A sound like frying beans sounded all over the body, and An Zi moved his muscles and bones. At this time, his appearance was full of energy, his eyes were full of energy, and he was back to the state of his heyday.

"Okay, okay." Big Mushroom King whispered.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" An Miaoyi asked nervously.

Everyone looked at An Zibai eagerly, eager for a satisfactory answer.

An Ziyu's face was rosy and he laughed happily, "I'm fine! I'm really fine!"

"Thank you, little brother!"

Looking at this shy pot-headed boy, An Zi 놇 excitedly came forward to hold 놛's hands and thanked him repeatedly.

"How awesome!" Everyone exclaimed.

The poison that was difficult to remove even with the help of Taoist masters was actually easily solved by this young man.

The Big Mushroom King was stunned, and unprecedented emotions emerged in his heart. For the first time, he felt the joy of helping others.

"Thank you, senior, for saving my father." An Miaoyi said sincerely.

The Big Mushroom King scratched his head in embarrassment, "Here, it's all a matter of hands."

"To have such a disciple, Fellow Daoist Ye is indeed a famous teacher and his teachings are outstanding!" Looking at the silver-haired young man, An Zi said with envy on his face.

"This little achievement is nothing to mention. I have always been very strict with my disciples, because I am a very hard-working person. Only by constantly pushing myself in practice can I be qualified to reach the top of the road!" Ye Junlin said solemnly. .

An Zibai nodded, admiration welling up spontaneously.

Behind every successful apprentice, there is often an excellent master.

As the saying goes, great teachers make great disciples, that’s it!

The corners of Hong Qianye's mouth twitched, feeling that this person's shamelessness had once again refreshed his understanding.

Are you still shy?

at this time.

A thousand meters away from Taoism.

On a mountaintop, the Yuhua Sect team that just left was stationed here. Many people felt depressed and heavy.

The news that the Holy Son defeated Ye Junlin's mount will spread soon, and the Yuhua Sect's image will undoubtedly be damaged.

Mr. Liu's eyes were deep, looking at the Taoist monk in the distance. His old face was still, and there was no change in his expression.

"Reporting to the Grand Elder, the Holy Son is awake." A disciple said with cupped hands.

"Um."

Mr. Liu turned around and looked at the embarrassed young man who had woken up in a daze, "Holy Son, are you feeling better?"

Chen Xiao was in a state of despair. He recalled the scene of his defeat and the scene of him finally passing out in a urine pit. He felt an unspeakable humiliation in his heart.

There was still a vague residual smell of urine in my mouth.

"Yu~" Chen Xiao stretched out his fingers, clasped his throat, and tried his best to spit out the filth he drank.

After vomiting, he knelt down with disheveled hair. He didn't know whether it was because of anger or something, but his body was visibly shaking.

No one dared to go forward for fear of being angered.

"Mr. Liu, I'm just a waste." After a while, Chen Xiao raised his pale face and said in a hoarse voice.

Mr. Liu said in a deep voice: "Holy Son, why do you have to belittle yourself? If you are a waste, what do you mean by a lot of people who are not as good as you?"

Chen Xiao grabbed his hair in collapse, "But I can't even defeat Ye Junlin's mount!"

놛 was in a terrible mood and felt that his life was in darkness.

Mr. Liu's face was gloomy, "Holy Son, please cheer up!"

"This matter will definitely spread, and the perfect image I have worked so hard to create will be destroyed. How do you want me to cheer up?!"

What Chen Xiao cares about most is his reputation and other people's opinions of him. Now that he was not only defeated, but also severely humiliated. If this spreads out, his prestige will plummet and he will become a laughing stock.

"Then what if... the news doesn't spread?"

"Wha, what do you mean?"

Chen Xiao raised his head consciously and his pupils suddenly shrank, because in his eyes, the wrinkled old face looked particularly terrifying.

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Liu's mouth, and he looked at Taoist Sect again.

"Holy Son, just wait, the show is about to begin."