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

"Quick, give it to me!" Ye Junlin looked anxious and stretched out his hand as if to ask for something.

An Miaoyi's pretty face turned red and her head felt dizzy.

As the daughter of the leader of the Taoist Sect, she has seen too many young talents use various tricks and methods to please herself, just to win her favor.

But this is the first time An Miaoyi has seen a boy like tonight who goes straight to the point without beating around the bush!

Although she was attracted by Ye Junlin's flute sound and was a little moved by his handsome image, An Miaoyi felt that it was too much for Meng Lang to make such a request as soon as they met.

It’s quite a favorable impression!

As her thoughts turned, An Miaoyi pushed the silver-haired young man in front of her away, shook her head and said: "Master, please be respectful, I am not that kind of casual woman!"

This time it was Ye Junlin's turn to be confused.

What do you mean?

I just want a pen. Do you have to be so serious?

"Girl, are you sure you don't want my autograph?" Ye Junlin asked tentatively.

An Miaoyi was stunned, her brain spinning rapidly, and then she realized that she had thought wrongly.

Instantly, her face became even redder, like a big red apple.

But soon, An Miaoyi adjusted her state in time and asked with a puzzled face: "Why do I want your autograph? Are you famous in the Eastern Region?"

Ye Junlin was choked. He was afraid that this girl didn't know him!

"The flute you play is very nice. You are obviously a musician and must be very famous in your local area. However, I have never seen you before. I was just attracted by your flute sound, so I dared to come and visit. "An Miaoyi explained.

Ye Junlin was a little embarrassed, "So that's it, I was the one who was abrupt."

"However, we are destined to meet each other. I am An Miaoyi, a local from Gongzhou. May I ask your surname?" An Miaoyi said politely and generously.

"Hello, Miss An, my name is Ye...Ye Fan!" Ye Junlin paused for a moment and said, "I'm from Huangzhou!"

Ye Junlin had a hunch that this time the Yaowang Valley gathered heroes from all over the world, and the group of impostors would definitely take this opportunity to do something big again, so he thought it would be better to conceal his true identity first to avoid unnecessary complications and prevent the news from being leaked in advance!

"Are you from Huangzhou?" An Miaoyi opened her beautiful eyes and lightly covered her delicate lips.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Ye, actually I had a very bad impression of Huangzhou before. The elders said that it was a backward and barren land. It was the most insignificant Daozhou in the Eastern Region. It would be difficult to even produce a god." An Miao Follow the truth.

Ye Junlin was not angry and nodded: "Indeed."

In the past, in Huangzhou, Yuanying could walk sideways, let alone the transformed spirit.

"But now, the appearance of Xuantian Sect has refreshed my understanding of Huangzhou. I suddenly discovered that this is a seriously underestimated place!" An Miaoyi said.

Ye Junlin smiled and said, "So, your impression of Huangzhou has improved now?"

"No, it's worse!"

"What?!"

Ye Junlin was stunned.

An Miaoyi put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Ye Junlin, the master of Xuantian Sect's Piaomiao Peak, relies on his advanced cultivation to do all kinds of evil. During this period, he also brought his disciples to Wuzhou to loot various monks. Uncle Fan and I have both become victims, a great virtual immortal who has gone through the tribulation period can actually do such a despicable thing, it is really a shame to the cultivation world of the Eastern Region!"

"Cough cough,"

Ye Junlin coughed a few times and said solemnly: "Miss An, I think there must be some misunderstanding. In the eyes of us Huangzhou people, Ye Junlin is a unique and perfect man in the world!"

"Not only is he powerful and well-behaved, but he also has a face that is so impeccably handsome that it explodes in all directions. Even I, a man, almost fell in love with him when I saw him!"

"You said, how could such an excellent man do something that tarnishes his reputation? It's not like that!"

heard.

An Miaoyi looked strange and stared straight at the silver-haired young man in front of her.

If she hadn't seen Ye Junlin with her own eyes, she would have been deceived before!

She must believe that he is powerful, but An Miaoyi scorns it because of his good character and handsome appearance.

"Mr. Ye, there is no one else here. You can tell me the truth without worrying about the content of your words being leaked and causing the white-haired old devil to take revenge." An Miaoyi said with a sincere tone, her beautiful eyes twinkling.

Ye Junlin's mouth twitched, "Miss An, you have a very rich imagination."

"Hey, judging from Mr. Ye's performance, it is enough to prove how heinous the white-haired old devil is. He uses cruel methods to oppress the people of Huangzhou and forces you to open your eyes and tell lies. In fact, your fear of the white-haired old devil is It has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and life must be very hard on weekdays, right?"

"Don't be afraid, justice will eventually defeat evil. I will work hard to become stronger, and then I will take the life of the old white-haired devil and save the suffering people of Huangzhou!"

An Miaoyi waved her fists, looking filled with indignation.

Ye Junlin said: "..."

He could finally see that this woman was full of hatred for Ye Junlin, but full of sympathy for him!

An Miaoyi frowned, "Mr. Ye, what's your expression? Am I right?"

"exactly!"

Ye Junlin gave a thumbs up, "Come on, I'm very optimistic about you. Defeat Ye Junlin and save Huangzhou!"

"I will." An Miaoyi nodded heavily, not hearing anything wrong with this sentence.

Ye Junlin: "Haha."

"By the way, Mr. Ye, you have to be careful, this inn has been attacked..." Before An Miaoyi could finish her words, she sensed something and decisively opened the door and walked out, "Uncle Fan, I'm here!"

Swish.

Fan Dezheng flashed over and said seriously: "Miss, why did you come here? Didn't I ask you to stay in your room?"

An Miaoyi scratched her cheek with her fingers, a little embarrassed, "I just heard someone playing the flute and thought the tune was very nice, so I followed the source to find it here."

"Wait, you mean, you found the owner of the flute?" Fan Dezheng's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

This is the real boss who resolved the crisis in the entire inn!