Chapter 141 The Good Show Is About to Begin

"Master, I..."

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

The 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 pretentious 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.

"Ahem...!"

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 Zizai 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 Taoist cultivator's face showed grief and anger. Seeing that the sect leader who had a majestic image in the past was becoming increasingly haggard after being tortured, 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.

"Cure?"

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 serious.”

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, "Fellow Daoist Ye, what do you mean?"

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

His fourth disciple practiced the Qingdi Immortality Technique, which was the supreme wood-based technique that conquered the heaven and earth. As long as it was used, any strange poison would 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 on, come on..."

A timid voice sounded weakly.

In the crowd, a young man with a standard pot-shaped head and skin as dark as chocolate walked out slowly, with big beads of sweat on 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 won't blame you even if you can't do it." Li Wujie comforted 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."

Hear the words.

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 Zi had never felt so comfortable in his life. He couldn't help but make a sound, as if he had unlocked some hidden attribute in his body.

Everyone's expression was very strange, as if they were meeting the leader of the Wendao Sect for the first time.

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

An Zi realized that he had lost his composure, and his old face suddenly turned red. He pretended to cough a few times and said righteously: "This is a normal reaction, don't think too much!"

The next second, An Zi's pupils suddenly contracted, because he realized that the strange toxin was quickly dispelled and eradicated, and all kinds of hidden diseases were gone. The vitality in his body was unprecedentedly strong, as if he had been reborn.

Crackling!

The sound of stir-fried beans sounded on his body. An Zi stretched his muscles and bones. At this time, his face was refreshed, his eyes were bright, and he returned to his heyday again.

"Okay, okay." The big mushroom king whispered.

"Dad, how do you feel?" An Miaoyi said nervously.

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

An Zizai's face flushed, and he laughed heartily, "I'm fine! I'm really fine!"

"Thank you, little brother!"

Looking at this shy boy with a pot-covered head, An Zizai excitedly stepped forward and held his hands, thanking him repeatedly.

"Amazing!" Everyone exclaimed.

The poison that was difficult to expel even by the great masters of the Dao Sect was easily solved by this boy.

The Great Mushroom King was stunned, and unprecedented emotions surged 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 Great Mushroom King scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's just a small effort."

"To have such a disciple, Fellow Daoist Ye is indeed a famous teacher of the generation, and he teaches well!" Looking at the silver-haired young man, An Zizai bowed with envy.

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

An Zizai nodded, and a sense of admiration arose spontaneously.

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

As the saying goes, a good teacher produces a good student, that's it!

Hong Qianye's mouth twitched, thinking that this person's shamelessness has refreshed his cognition again.

Do you still have shame?

At this time.

A thousand meters away from the Wendao Sect.

On a mountaintop, the Yuhuamen team that just left was stationed here, and many people were depressed.

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

Liu Lao's eyes were deep, looking at the Wendao Sect in the distance, his old face was calm, and his expression could not be seen.

"Report to the Supreme Elder, the Holy Son has woken up." A disciple bowed.

"Yeah."

Old Liu turned around and looked at the embarrassed young man who woke up in a daze, "Holy Son, do you feel better?"

Chen Xiao was in a state of despair. He recalled the scene of being defeated and the scene of fainting in the urine pit in his mind. He felt an indescribable huge humiliation in his heart.

Faintly, there was still a residual smell of urine in his mouth.

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

After vomiting, he knelt on the ground with disheveled hair, and his whole body was shaking visibly because he was angry or something.

Everyone did not dare to step forward, fearing that they would be angered.

"Old Liu, I am a waste." After a long while, Chen Xiao raised his pale face and said in a hoarse voice.

Old Liu said in a deep voice: "Son of God, why do you think so little of yourself? If even you are a waste, what are those people who are not as good as you?"

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

He was in a terrible mood and felt that his life was in gloom.

Old Liu's face was gloomy, "Son of God, please cheer up!"

"This matter will definitely spread. The perfect image I worked so hard to create before will be destroyed. How can you let me cheer up?!"

What Chen Xiao cares most about is his reputation and what others think of him. Now he is not only defeated, but also severely humiliated. If this spreads, his prestige will plummet and become a laughing stock.

"What if... it can't be spread?"

"What do you mean?"

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

Old Liu showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked at the Taoist sect again.

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