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

"That's good." Ye Junlin looked relieved.

Then, the two rushed away amid cheers.

Hong Qianye's face was angry, and she had already greeted Ye Junlin's ancestors in her heart.

In the court.

The Emperor of Wei, dressed in a dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair, looking at the memorials presented by the ministers, his old face was full of solemnity, and his brows were deeply wrinkled.

The civil and military officials lowered their heads, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"Ah!"

After a long time, a helpless sigh came.

The Emperor of Wei threw away the memorial in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and said bitterly: "If you continue like this, my great country will be destroyed by evil spirits!"

The death toll on this memorial was shocking.

The Wei Dynasty originally had a population of 10 million, but in recent years, the population has dropped by more than 30 million, and the situation is getting worse.

The people in the country are in a panic, and the situation is unstable.

The court is helpless and at a loss.

"Your Majesty, our Wei Kingdom is backed by the Xuanwu Sect. I believe the immortal master there will take care of it."

A minister comforted.

"Xuanwu Sect..."

The Emperor of Wei shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking disappointed.

A few years ago, the Xuanwu Sect also sent a team to find out the situation, but the team disappeared not long after arriving in Wei.

Later, he could only watch as the situation became more and more serious.

And Xuanwu Sect has never had any news since that time.

Can Wei still rely on such a sect?

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

A silver bell-like shout rang out.

Outside the court, a little princess about thirteen years old ran in. Her skin was delicate and fair. Looking at her pretty face, she was definitely a beauty.

"Ling'er, why are you..." Emperor Wei was puzzled.

This was his most beloved little daughter. If someone else was so reckless, they would have dragged her to chop off her head long ago.

The little princess waved a letter in her hand, with a joyful smile on her face, "It's my brother, my brother has news!"

"It's the prince!"

The ministers were surprised.

The son of Emperor Wei was chosen by the immortal master of Xuan Sect in his early years. He has been staying in Xuan Sect for many years. This is a well-known fact in the court.

You know, the immortal sect has always valued qualifications when recruiting disciples.

Even if you are a king, general, or a royal noble, it is useless if your qualifications meet the standards.

Moreover, Xuanzong was very strict in selecting disciples, and prohibited anyone from using relatives or connections to enter the business.

So.

When Prince Xiao was selected, the Emperor of Wei was so happy that he directly pardoned him that year and celebrated!

But in recent years, Prince Xiao was obsessed with cultivating immortals and gradually lost contact with the State of Wei.

For example, a letter was suddenly sent, which surprised all the ministers.

"Let me see what the letter says!"

The Emperor of Wei took the letter from his daughter and quickly opened it to read.

When he saw the content of the letter, the Emperor of Wei couldn't help but open his eyes wide, his face was excited, and he laughed at the table.

"Hahaha, great!"

This move made the ministers look at each other in bewilderment, "Your Majesty, what are you doing..."

The Emperor of Wei said excitedly: "My son said in the letter that Xuanru Sect attaches great importance to the strange phenomenon in Wei State. It is very likely that this time they will send the head of Piaomiao Peak to solve it personally. Let us stay calm and wait for good news!"

Hearing this.

The civil and military officials were excited.

Although they are ordinary people, they are in high positions and have channels to receive news about the competition between the major sects in Huangzhou.

It is rumored that Xuanru Sect was able to destroy Fenglei Sect because of the head of Piaomiao Peak, Ye Junlin.

That is a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage!

With the terrifying power of moving mountains and filling the sea, he is no different from an immortal in the eyes of the secular world.

And now, this head of Ye Feng is about to come in person to help Wei State overcome the difficulties. Can they feel excited?

The Emperor of Wei was delighted. This was the most exciting news he had heard in the past few years.

"Ling'er, our Wei Kingdom is saved."

The Emperor of Wei picked up the little princess and kissed her face again and again.

"Hehe!"

The little princess smiled with curved eyebrows and a very cute expression.

Suddenly.

A guard ran in in a panic, "Your Majesty! Two immortals are coming outside!"

"It must be the Immortal Master of Xuan Sect!"

"My dear ministers, follow me to greet them quickly!"

The Emperor of Wei said in surprise.

In the palace.

Colorful clouds filled the sky. In the countless shocked eyes, two figures covered with auspicious clouds fell on the square.

"Xiaohong, do you think that it is very cool for your master to choose to appear like this?"

Ye Junlin said proudly with his hands behind his back.

He just wanted to make a big scene to lure the snake out of its hole.

Hong Qianye glanced at Ye Junlin with disdain, and secretly said inwardly: "Childish!"

But on the surface, he still politely bowed: "Master is wise, and I think so too."

"Welcome to the Immortal Master!"

In the palace, Emperor Wei led all the civil and military officials to rush out, kneeling down and worshipping Ye Junlin and Hong Qianye.

For them, this is an immortal who can destroy the world and is not bound by the rules of the secular world.

The Emperor Wei carefully looked at the silver-haired young man, and his joy was even greater.

According to the description in the letter, the master of Piaomiao Peak has a signature silver-white long hair, which perfectly matches the image characteristics of the person in front of him.

It seems that this is Master Ye.

The Emperor Wei's head shook violently when his eyes shifted to Hong Qianye.

Even though he has three thousand beauties in his harem, they are nothing compared to this woman.

"This is the most beautiful thing in the world..."

Emperor Wei sighed secretly.

After all, he was accompanying Ye Junlin, so of course he dared to have any unreasonable thoughts, and even felt that looking at her more would be blasphemy against this fairy.

"Ahem."

Ye Junlin cleared his throat, and his majestic voice was infused with magic power, echoing incessantly in all directions, "I am here this time to resolve the crisis in the Wei State. There is no need for you to be frightened. ”

"On behalf of the people of Wei State, I would like to thank the Immortal!!"

Emperor Wei shouted excitedly.

In the palace, everyone was kneeling on the ground and placing their hopes on Ye Junlin.

"Everyone, get up."

Ye Junlin raised his hand, and an invisible force spread, gently lifting Wei Di and the others from the ground.

"Exalted Immortal, if you have any requests, just ask." Emperor Wei said respectfully.

"Arrange a place for my master and apprentice to live."

"This way please!"

Emperor Wei stretched out his hand and quietly glanced at Hong Qianye who was passing by. It turned out that this fairy was the disciple of the Supreme Immortal.

The little princess hid behind Emperor Wei, looking at Hong Qianye's beautiful face, she secretly said:

"This sister is so beautiful. I wish I could be as beautiful as her when I grow up."

From the beginning to the end, Hong Qianye's face was cold, and she didn't even bother to look at this group of people.

In his eyes, the Wei emperor, civil and military officials, and even the people of the entire Wei state were all ants, with no difference at all.

The reason why he came here was just because he wanted to find out the true identity of the real murderer behind the scenes.

Jingtai Palace.

The palace is magnificent, warm in winter and cool in summer.

This place was built by Emperor Wei who spent huge sums of money and took many years to build it. He liked to stay here and enjoy himself on weekdays. For example, he gave it to Ye Junlin and Hong Qianye to live here.

"Back off, I have something to tell you."

"It's my honor to serve the Immortal."

Emperor Wei didn't dare to stay any longer, so he respectfully excused himself.

squeak.

The coffin is closed.

Ye Junlin sat down on the lounge chair made of thousand-year-old nanmu. He reached out and picked up the grapes in the fruit plate and put them into his mouth, eating them with relish.

At this time, he was acting carelessly, which was completely opposite to his dignified behavior just now.

Hong Qianye looked at him with a look on his face. This was the most incompetent cultivator he had ever encountered.

And what made him most speechless was.

Other monks basically sit cross-legged and meditate, focusing on whatever they are practicing.

This guy is obsessed with eating, drinking and having fun, and has no intention of practicing hard at all.

How do you practice to become a god when you are so tired and lazy?

"Hmph, that's fine. According to this progress, I will soon be able to crush him in terms of cultivation, and I will be more confident when I take action."

Hong Qianye said secretly.

If Ye Junlin hears his voice, he will definitely laugh like a goose.

Practice hard?

Labor and capital are directly on the same level. The realm depends entirely on touching the porcelain, and the skills and magical powers will automatically hang up.

Tell me, does my hard work work?

Say it again.

Being able to insist on lying flat is not an effort at all?

At this time, Ye Junlin took off his moiré combat boots, and suddenly a wooden basin appeared on his feet. There was steaming warm water in the wooden basin.

Put your feet in gently, and make a comfortable moaning sound from your mouth.

Just when Hong Qianye was even more contemptuous, a voice slowly came into her ears,

"Xiaohong, come and wash my master's feet."

Hong Qianye's face froze, and she almost suspected that her ears had heard wrongly. Veins suddenly popped out on her forehead, and her head was filled with anger.

"What did you say?!!"

I am the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Cult, and I actually want to wash the feet of someone like you?

Don't go too far!

Hong Qianye's eyes were full of coldness, and she stood there motionless, ignoring it.

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows, "Where is the person? Come here!"

"Why?"

Face questioning.

Ye Junlin sighed: "Being a teacher for one day is a teacher for life. Is this enough?"

"Be good, son, wash daddy's feet quickly."

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