"Master, Uncle Ye Er, you came just in time to help me catch this stinky Taoist." Yangyang said while asking Lele, "Brother, is your fan out of silver needles? Otherwise, how could this old Taoist still move?"
"That's impossible, didn't he look like he wasn't hit just now?"
Lele had shot a total of three silver needles, two were knocked down by the Taoist, and one hit his shoulder, yet the Taoist could still fight.
Lele also felt curious, thought about it seriously, then slapped his forehead and said, "Sorry, I forgot to soak the silver needles in medicine."
"Damn!" Yangyang roared, "Ye Haoxuan, you idiot!"
Meanwhile, the sword had already reached the Taoist's beard.
"Yangyang, step back, we'll handle this Taoist." Ye Wu said with a grin.
With Ye Er and Ye Wu joining, they quickly captured the Taoist.
At that moment, Luo Linhao arrived with the Imperial Army.
"Uncle, you came just in time, this stinky Taoist is all yours." Yangyang waved towards Luo Linhao.
