The little yellow chicken is spreading its fat wings and trying hard to maintain its balance.

He kept making sounds from his mouth that didn't sound like a rooster at all, but were incomprehensible.

Other than that, nothing happens.

He was not blasted out, nor died, nor even the slightest injury on his body.

This time, let alone Lan Yaozong, Ye Ahuang and the others.

Even Ye Chengfeng showed a look of astonishment.

He looked at Muyan and whispered, "What is it?"

While speaking, the furious Lan Yaozong launched another attack on the little yellow chicken.

This time, the impact of the energy ball was even greater. The little yellow chicken was so frightened that it croaked and its yellow feathers flew around.

It had no choice but to lie down with its plump little body, use its wings and claws to grab Lan Yaozong's clothes, and press its little head tightly against Lan Yaozong's chest.

"No... no, how could this happen!! My elixir of death... No, you can't leave, this is a gift from Wushang Palace to me. I am immortal, this is my elixir of death... Ah ah

Ahhhh——!!”

The expression on Lan Yaozong's face ranged from shock to horror, to horror and despair.

The blue-black light that originally lingered around him quickly disappeared.

And his head, which was already healing, began to rot rapidly, including its body.

All the cultivation and spiritual power were drained away in an instant.

The originally handsome face suddenly became older and uglier than a ghost.

In just a few breaths, Lan Yaozong could no longer even shout, and could only let out rapid breathing sounds that seemed to be cut off at any time.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the little yellow chicken still lying on his chest. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"Huang Huang, come back."

As soon as the little yellow chicken heard Muyan's voice, it immediately twisted its fat body and rushed over happily.

"Chi chi chi chi!" Mom, mom! Huang Huang was so good and obedient just now, is that right?

Muyan smiled and straightened out the hair that was messed up by the wind, and said softly: "Huang Huang did a great job and helped mommy a lot."

It was a rare compliment for the little yellow chicken, and it immediately jumped, jumped, and spun in circles in Muyan's hands.

Muyan then looked at Ye Chengfeng, thought for a moment, and handed the little yellow chicken in her hand to Ye Chengfeng: "What does the Imperial Master think yellow is?"

Ye Chengfeng hesitated for a moment before taking the fat chicken in her hand.

The little yellow chicken was not afraid of strangers and tilted its head in Ye Chengfeng's palm.

His big round eyes stared at the person in front of him for a moment.

It doesn't like to be touched by unfamiliar people.

Except good-looking people.

Brother Jixie said: Appearance is justice!

Yeah! Good-looking people can make Huang Huang eat two more bowls of rice!

So the little yellow chicken smiled cutely at Ye Chengfeng (God knows how a chicken with only a beak could make people see it smiling), purred its pointed little mouth, and blew out a friendly sound.

Bubbles.

The bubbles fell on Ye Chengfeng's face and exploded, confusing Ye Chengfeng's face.

Ye Chengfeng handed the stupid chicken back to Muyan expressionlessly, and said calmly: "I don't know."

He couldn't feel any energy fluctuations from this little yellow chicken.

This was what Muyan expected.

After all, even Di Mingjue and his junior uncle were unable to find out the origin and characteristics of the little yellow chicken.

The only thing that can be known is that the little yellow chicken must be related to Wushang Palace.
Chapter completed!