The one-armed old man was asked to pretend to be Taoist Aunt Yican's son in order to sneak up on Taoist Aunt Yican by surprise.

It's a pity that the one-armed old man's disguise was seen through by him.

However, Lin Zifeng felt that the one-armed old man and the old Taoist priest must have a backup plan, because if they simply rely on sneak attacks, once they fail, Taoist Aunt Yican and the Ming Dynasty behind Taoist Yican will not give up.

In the Fountain of Youth, the one-armed old man took off his disguise and revealed his true appearance, smiling sadly.

"Our ancient tomb sect's disguise skills are unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Young man, you are only in the early stage of the Golden Core. How did you see through my disguise!?"

Before Lin Zifeng could answer, Taoist nun Yican on the side shouted eagerly, "One-armed old man, where is my son?"

His son was so important to Taoist Aunt Yican that in order to hold on to his son's life, he even let his son lie in the Fountain of Youth.

Now that her son has disappeared, how can she not be anxious?

"Yichan, don't be so anxious. Your son is doing very well now. However, whether he will always be safe and sound depends on your attitude."

The one-armed old man stared at Taoist Aunt Yican with sinister eyes and ignored Lin Zifeng.

Although Lin Zifeng was a little surprised to see through his disguise, that was all.

After all, in his eyes, Lin Zifeng was just a young monk in the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

Compared with his cultivation level, which is a first-level loose immortal like him, there is simply a world of difference.

"What do you want? The Fountain of Youth? No, since you have colluded with that traitor, the Fountain of Youth should be the source of the treasure, and there is no need to risk a surprise attack on me."

Taoist Aunt Yican stared at the one-armed old man warily. This kind of calculation without knowing the purpose is the most dangerous.

"What I want is very simple. Hand over the nine dragon beard needles in your hand."

Hearing this, Taoist Aunt Yican's expression changed. The matter of the dragon beard needle in her hand could be said to be extremely secret. How could the one-armed old man know about it?

Lin Zifeng, who was next to Taoist Yican, was also thinking about it. Dragon Beard Needles, this is a good treasure. Every Dragon Beard Needle is extremely precious, let alone nine Dragon Beard Needles. This can already make

Many people took desperate risks.

Especially in this small world, the Dragon Clan is not particularly powerful. As long as you are careful when using the Dragon Beard Needle, you won't be remembered by the Dragon Clan.

"I don't know where you got the news from, but I don't have the Dragon Beard Needle. If I did, I would have gone to Xinghai Ancient Land to find an expert to save my son."

Taoist nun Yican's sophistry did not convince the one-armed old man, "Yichan, we all are sensible people, so don't talk nonsense. Give it or not give it, just one sentence."

Seeing the one-armed old man's insistence, Taoist Aunt Yican looked a little ugly. It would have been fine if she didn't have one, but she did have the Dragon Beard Needle.

Although the dragon's beard needle is precious, it is not as precious as her son. As long as her son can be healthy, the dragon's beard needle is just an external possession.

"One-armed old man, I can give you the dragon's beard needle, but I need to see my son first."

The one-armed old man thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, Haiyi, bring the person out."

As the one-armed old man finished speaking, the old Taoist priest from before came out grabbing a young man.
Chapter completed!