Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

"Master, I..."

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

next second.

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

Now that he can finally get started, Ye Junlin, who is very playful, will naturally not let this opportunity pass him by.

The little boy's face is very elastic, soft, like dough, and can be squeezed and deformed in various ways, which is very funny.

"It's really good. It feels really good."

Ye Junlin praised.

He also didn't expect that his mount was so big in body and quite cute in its human form.

At this time, the little boy's face was squeezed and pulled repeatedly, causing tears to overflow from the corners of his eyes in pain, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Master, stop quickly, it hurts..."

After playing for a while, Ye Junlin finally gave up with satisfaction.

"It's me, it's me!" An Miaoyi ran over, eager to get started.

The little boy turned his head away with a straight face, "Humph, I won't give it to you!"

Are you kidding? His face can be played by anyone?

An Miaoyi clasped her hands together as if praying, and said angrily: "Brother Kun, please~"

The little boy felt refreshed when he heard "Brother Kun".

"Scream some more! I'll think about it!"

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

An Miaoyi didn't feel embarrassed at all, and she read like a repeater.

"Okay, okay, Brother Kun, I'll give you a chance." The little boy was so happy that he folded his arms and said in a serious tone.

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

This sister’s technique is so comfortable~

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

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

An Zizi saw it with a smile on his lips. It would be great if his daughter could always be carefree, innocent and happy.

At this time, the painful feeling came from his chest, and An Zizai coughed violently again, as if he was about to be coughed out by his lungs.

"Cough cough...!"

On the ground, there was a shocking pool of black blood, filled with an evil aura.

"Dad!" An Miaoyi was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly ran over to check the situation, her eyes full of worry.

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

An Zizi felt the strange toxin 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 who can only hide in Taoist Sect and linger on!

"Those aliens deserve to die!" The monks of the Taoist Sect showed grief and anger. Seeing the sect master who had a majestic image in the past, becoming increasingly haggard from torture, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

"Dad, you will be fine." An Miaoyi hugged her father's arm, her voice filled with tears.

Suddenly, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"How big the problem is, can't it be cured?"

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

"Healed?"

An Zizai was stunned, and then smiled bitterly and said: "Young Taoist Ye don't know something. This poison is extremely evil and will never end. It's like a curse, attached to my body. I have tried various methods before, but it will all be gone afterwards." A new attack will be even more severe.”

An Zizi shook his head and sighed: "So, I have resigned myself to my fate..."

Ye Junlin smiled and said, "Fate can be changed. How can a practitioner accept his fate so easily?"

An Zizai's heart moved, "Ye Daoyou, what do you mean?"

"Xiao Hei, remove the poison from Sect Leader An." Ye Junlin ordered.

His four disciples practice the Qing Emperor's Immortality Technique, which is the supreme wood-based technique that conquers the heaven and earth. As long as it is used, any strange poison will be easily eliminated.

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

This name sounds a lot like a dog!

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

"You kid, stop hiding and come out quickly!"

Ye Junlin said angrily.

"Come, come..."

A timid voice sounded weakly.

Among the crowd, a young boy with a standard pot-shaped head and skin as dark as chocolate walked out slowly with a brave face. Big beads of sweat spilled from his forehead. He felt countless curious eyes around him. He was extremely nervous inside and his expression and behavior were very unnatural. .

"Is this the new disciple of Fellow Daoist Ye? He looks a little reserved." An Zizai's eyes flashed, curious about what ability this young man had to remove the stubborn toxins in his body.

"Fourth Junior Brother, don't be nervous. Just perform normally. Master will not blame you even if you can't do it." Li Wujie consoled him.

Ye Junlin deliberately threatened: "Yes, yes, it's not a big deal, but you can consider adding a meal tonight, just chicken stewed with mushrooms."

heard.

The Jarhead boy was so frightened that he looked like he was about to cry.

Struggled in his heart, he trudged to An Zizi, adjusted his breathing repeatedly, made secrets with his hands, mobilized the magic power in his body, and used the Qing Emperor's Secret of Immortality.

The vast wood essence is released through the palm, and the rich green energy is continuously poured into An Zizi's body.

"Ah~"

An Zizi had never felt so comfortable in her life, and couldn't help but groan. It was as if she had unlocked some hidden attribute in 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 Zizi realized that he had lost his composure, his face immediately turned red, he pretended to cough a few times, and said righteously: "This is a normal reaction, don't think too much about it!"

The next second, An Zizai's pupils shrank suddenly, 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 on his 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 ZiZi eagerly, eager for a satisfactory answer.

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

"Thank you, little brother!"

Looking at the shy pot-headed boy, An Zizai excitedly stepped forward to hold his hands and thanked him repeatedly.

"How awesome!" Everyone exclaimed.

The poison that was difficult to remove even with the help of powerful Taoist sects 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 takes a little effort."

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

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

An ZiZhi nodded, admiration welling up.

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

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

The corner of Hong Qianye's mouth twitched, feeling that this person's shamelessness had refreshed his knowledge again.

Do you still want face?

at this time.

A thousand meters away from Taoism.

On the top of a mountain, the Yuhua Sect team that had just left was stationed here, and 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 and he looked at the Taoist monk in the distance. His old face was still and there was no change in his expression.

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

"Ah."

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 devastated. He recalled the scene of being defeated and finally passed out in a urine pit in his mind. He felt an indescribable 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 on the ground 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 come 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 does it mean to have 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!"

He 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 ruined. How do you want me to cheer up?!"

What Chen Xiao cares about most is his reputation and what others think of him. Now he is 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?"

"What, what do you mean?"

Chen Xiao subconsciously raised his head and his pupils suddenly shrank, because in his eyes, that old wrinkled 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."