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

Faced with Ye Junlin's absolute strength, this holy monk Sakya, known as the Buddha Emperor, simply bowed his head and admitted defeat, not daring to be stubborn anymore.

"Hmph, you're smart. Come back with me right now and change my mount back to its original state. Otherwise, I will not only kill you, an old bald donkey, but also destroy your lineage in the fairy world!"

Ye Junlin's tone was firm and he meant what he said.

"You..." The holy monk Shakya trembled, as if he was poured with a basin of ice water and felt cold from head to toe. While he felt sad and angry, he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Originally, he wanted to move out of the Immortal Court, but then he changed his mind and realized that the other party’s strength was already so strong that the Immortal Court would definitely turn a blind eye!

Therefore, if you want to survive you must compromise!

immediately.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Ye Junlin walked over with his hands behind his back, and the holy monk Sakya followed behind with a dejected look on his face.

“Holy monk…” The meditators at the scene had red eyes, sore noses, and their faith was hit hard.

The supreme Buddha Emperor in their minds was actually defeated by a single punch today!

The holy monk Shakya felt completely humiliated and his old face turned red.

Looking at the figure in front of him, he really couldn't understand why there was such a big gap between them even though they were both Immortal Emperors!

It’s simply unbelievable!

"Hey, why bother? I've already advised you." Bu Qianfan sighed with a look of pity in his eyes.

Putting himself in his shoes, he felt that it was really unfair for the Holy Monk Shakya to lose. He had been keeping a low profile in the fairy world over the years, quietly improving his strength. He thought he was almost invincible, but when he went out he met a super freak and was almost beaten to death by one punch!

Tragic, really miserable!

All the Immortal Emperors showed fear on their faces. It had long been rumored that the Beihan Immortal Lord was very powerful, but after seeing him today, they still felt that the rumors were too conservative.

This is more than just strong! It is simply against the will of heaven!

Moreover, he is extremely domineering and would snatch other people's mounts in the street, and beat them if they are unwilling to give them!

Even the Buddha Emperor can't escape!

"let's start."

Ye Junlin ordered.

If A Kun couldn't recover, he would definitely beat this old bald donkey to death with one punch, and then massacre the entire Wanfo Sect!

"Please be patient, Lord Ye..." Even though the holy monk Sakya felt extremely resistant in his heart, he still succumbed to the reality.

Then, he raised his palm and emitted Buddha's light, like a small sun, shining brightly in the sky and illuminating the center of A Kun's eyebrows.

He muttered to himself and recited scriptures.

A Kun looked confused at first, then in pain. His huge body was shaking violently, and a pair of wings that were like clouds hanging from the sky stirred up a mighty gust of wind.

"If an accident happens, you know the consequences!" Ye Junlin's face was gloomy, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The holy monk Shakyamuni felt his scalp tingling and dared not be careless.

This Kunpeng had already been converted by him, so it would be very difficult to turn it back.

Fortunately, the person who tied the bell can only untie it, and as he is well versed in Buddhist teachings, he naturally has a way to solve it.

Half an hour later.

A Kun gradually returned to normal. His eyes became clear and bright, full of spirituality, and he was no longer as numb as before.

Because the first person he saw was the holy monk Sakya, A Kun was so scared that he wanted to run away instinctively. However, a familiar voice called him and stopped him, making him stand still as if he had cast a spell.

"Akun!"

Seeing that the other party had returned to normal, a smile appeared on Ye Junlin's face.

Ah Kun looked at the silver-haired young man in disbelief. After confirming that he was not dreaming, he said in surprise, "Master!"

Then, he changed from the form of Kunpeng to a young man with a standard middle-parted hair and wearing overalls, and threw himself excitedly into Ye Junlin's arms.

Ye Junlin touched his head and said with a smile: "I'm glad you're okay."

See this situation.

The monks' expressions changed and they felt ashamed.

They originally thought that Ye Junlin was jealous and deliberately made an excuse to snatch the mount of the holy monk Sakya, but they didn't expect that this Kunpeng actually belonged to someone else before!

This is embarrassing!

The holy monk Shakya felt very uncomfortable, as if his heart was bleeding.

The duck that was about to be in your mouth just flew away like that. Who can bear this?

"Master Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. If I had known that it was your mount, I would never have made such a big mistake." The holy monk Sakya explained hurriedly.

Ye Junlin ignored him and asked the young man earnestly, "A Kun, tell me honestly, did you really control all the monsters and bring disaster to the area as he said?"

After hearing this, A Kun shook his head like a rattle, "No! Absolutely not! I had just arrived and accidentally entered the territory of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and was captured by that old bald donkey!"

At this point, A Kun's face showed grief and anger, and his teeth were grinding with hatred.

He originally thought that he could be the king of the fairy world, but the sky collapsed and he was captured by the holy monk Shakya and used as a mount!

"I see."

There was a hint of coldness in Ye Junlin's eyes. "Old bald donkey, what else do you have to say?"

The holy monk Shakya had cold sweat on his forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was confused for a moment..."

The embarrassment of having his fabricated excuses exposed was a minor matter. What he feared most was that Ye Junlin would attack him again.

Ye Junlin sneered, "Will it be useful to apologize to me? I should apologize to my mount. If I don't get his forgiveness, I can't guarantee what I will do next."

The corner of the Sakya Saint Monk's mouth twitched, and he endured the humiliation in his heart, came to the front of the middle-parted young man, and begged for forgiveness humbly, "Little donor, please forgive my sins."

A Kun glanced at Ye Junlin beside him, and suddenly he became full of confidence. He raised his hand and slapped the old face of the Sakyamuni monk hard, cursing:

"Old bald donkey, Master Kun will teach you a lesson!"

Snapped!

The holy monk Shakya was slapped in public.

Everyone was stunned.

The face of the holy monk Shakya was twitching, and an unstoppable murderous intent was rising in his heart. Although it would not cause much harm to him, it was extremely insulting.

But after seeing Ye Junlin with a sneer on his face, the holy monk Sakya trembled with fear and his murderous intent immediately disappeared.

"I'm slapping you for being blind!"

As A Kun spoke, he raised his hand again and slapped it unceremoniously on the face of the holy monk Shakya, scolding him:

"I'm slapping you for lying and being shameless!"

This was not over yet, A Kun slapped the other party again and shouted with great momentum:

"I'm going to slap you for being so arrogant and self-righteous!"

He continued to raise his right hand, but it did not fall down. At this moment, A Kun seemed to be stuck in his head. He was at a loss for words and looked embarrassed.

"This slap, I'm going to hit you... hit you... uh..."

Just when the holy monk Shakya was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was slapped in the face again, even harder than before.

"No matter what, you deserve to be beaten!"

A Kun was quite ashamed and angry, and he slapped the holy monk Shakyamuni hundreds of times in one breath, making a loud slapping sound.

Seeing this outrageous scene, the expressions on everyone's faces were very interesting.

The holy monk Shakya was so furious that he almost ran away on the spot.

After all, being slapped in the face by a mount in public without being able to resist is even more painful than killing him!

"No, stop it now..."

Seeing their leader being treated like this, many monks burst into tears and shouted in despair.

It was not until his hands became numb that A Kun felt relieved. His face became refreshed and he felt quite proud.

So cool, so cool!

The veins on the holy monk Shakya's forehead were exposed, his facial muscles were twitching wildly, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

If he could turn back time, he would choose to slap this evil beast to death!

But now, it's too late.

Seeing that A Kun did not continue to slap him in the face, the holy monk Shakya quickly seized this opportunity, lowered his head and said humbly: "Little donor, I already know I was wrong, please calm down."

Ah Kun was feeling very happy and didn't want to make things too difficult. He put his hands on his waist and straightened his chest, "Forget it, Master Kun won't bother with you, an old bald donkey!"

The holy monk Shakyamuni was as if he had been pardoned, "Amitabha, thank you very much for forgiving my sins!"

Then, he looked at Ye Junlin cautiously, "Master Ye, what do you think about this..."

Ye Junlin waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly, and said impatiently: "If that's the case, then get out!"

"Thank you, Immortal Master Ye, for your mercy..."

The holy monk Sakya was extremely patient. Even when he was humiliated to this extent, he still put on a smile, fearing that he would displease Ye Junlin.

At this point, he no longer had the face to stay any longer, so he left in a hurry.

It seems that he has no intention of attending the Xianting Summit.

"Holy monk..." The monks were extremely sad, as if they had lost their parents.

Seeing this scene, all the Immortal Emperors felt quite gloating.

Countless monks showed contempt on their faces and thought that he deserved it. The reversal just now also made them see the true face of the holy monk Shakya.

There is no need to wash!

"This old bald man should learn his lesson now!" Bu Qianfan sneered.

What he couldn't stand the most was the hypocritical faces of Buddhists.

"Master Ye, do you still remember Han?" At this time, a thin middle-aged man stepped over, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and a majestic sword intent flowing through his body.

At this moment, his face was full of awe. He walked up to Ye Junlin and bowed respectfully.

This person is the Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor, Han Qiujian.

Ye Junlin smiled, "It's only been a short time, how could I not remember it?"

I still remember that when he was in Xize Fairyland, a conflict broke out over the Tengu clan, and in the end the other party was defeated by his two fingers.

Han Qiujian was overjoyed, as if it was a great honor to be remembered by Ye Junlin.

Just now, Ye Junlin defeated the holy monk Sakya with one punch, which really shocked him deeply.

He never thought that this man's strength was so abnormal!

In other words, when I sparred with him before, I only used a small part of my strength!

Thinking of this, Han Qiujian felt a sense of fear but also awe.

So, take this opportunity to approach him and get close to him.

Seeing that Han Qiujian was able to talk to Ye Junlin, a group of Immortal Emperors showed expressions of great envy.

Ye Junlin asked casually: "By the way, how is your son? Have you disciplined him well?"

Han Qiujian looked solemn, and patted his chest with a solemn oath:

"Master Ye, please rest assured. That unfilial son has long been subdued by me. He must practice sword skills diligently every day. If he doesn't obey, I will hang him up and beat him!"

Ye Junlin said with a straight face: "You are going too far. How can you hang him up and beat him? Can't you try something new? He will get tired of such a simple punishment!"

Han Qiujian was stunned. "Will it be like this?"

"Yes, believe me!" Ye Junlin said firmly.

"Since Master Ye has spoken, I must go back and study it carefully!" Han Qiujian said seriously.

Ye Junlin showed a gratified smile, "This way, your son will surely become a great man!"

at the same time.

In the Han family's strictly guarded cave, a young man in brocade clothes who was slacking off while his father was out shuddered inexplicably and had an ominous premonition in his heart.