The Great Cultivator Comes to Konoha

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After Yan Hao slapped the note on the rice cooker, a slight explosion sound came from the pot, and then the paper note and hemp rope on the pot were suddenly ignited, and finally turned into fly ash in the air.

嗡

Then a colorful mist emitted from the gap in the pot lid, once again surrounding the pot, forming a small artistic conception around the pot.

Seeing this, Yan Hao just waved his hand and instantly dispersed the world's artistic conception. Then he brought the pot to his eyes and began to examine it carefully.

"Haha, there are no burn marks anymore. It looks like it was a success this time."

Yan Hao said with a smile while looking at the boiler that was still high in front of Xixi, and then turned around to go back to the house to prepare for his afternoon plans.

"Why are you still here, little fox? Haven't you stopped coming to see me make alchemy since the furry fox was electrocuted last time?"

Yan Hao asked curiously when he noticed that the Nine Lama's face was twitching crazily behind his back.

Jiu Lama looked up at his insane master. He didn't know what he could say. Anyway, he felt that he had been overthrown countless times this month and his balls were sore. The sexy operation made me speechless and I didn’t know what to say.

He suspected that this might be an illness caused by people living for too long and taking time off.

Jiu Lama glanced at Yan Hao, then looked down at the white rice cooker in his hand, twitched a few times at the corner of his mouth, and finally couldn't help but asked out of curiosity:

"Why didn't Taishang Laojun take the initiative this time? I don't know where your weird things come from, but it's not good for you to make random changes."

"what"

Yan Hao lowered his head and looked at the short shot fox strangely, and then replied with a playful smile on his face:

"Actually, it's all the same. The immortal crowd persecuting me is no longer a matter of one or two days. Why, little fox, are you interested in alchemy? Let me tell you."

The Nine Lama's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch when he heard this, his chest started to feel tight, and some of his complaints seemed to come out of his mouth instinctively.

However, he endured it in the end because he knew that his abilities were limited and that if he continued on this topic, he would only get more and more headaches.

Talking coquettishly to Yan Hao about his own cultivation is not as good as this old immortal who sacrificed his face after who knows how many years.

So Jiu Lama just focused on the rice cooker in his hand. Before Yan Hao could say more dirty words to persecute those big guys he had never heard of, he quickly changed the subject and said:

"By the way, it looks like it was a success this time. At least it didn't explode this time."

"Um"

Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Jiu Lama strangely, then pouted his lips and couldn't help but complain:

"Little fox, why are you jumping around on this topic? There is no coherence at all."

After hearing this, Jiu Lama couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Yan Hao. You are the ancestor in terms of words that are clueless and brainless. I am a gentle and domineering innocent fox who is not as boring as you. I am so nervous all day long that I don't know what I am doing.

Yan Hao stopped and glanced at Jiu Lama again, as if he could see what Xiaozheng was thinking, which made the hair on Jiu Lama's body burst involuntarily.

"Damn it, I forgot that this guy has the ability to read minds."

Jiu Lama thought in his heart with a little panic. He knew that even though Yan Hao seemed very easy-going and didn't seem to care much about others' opinions of him, he knew Yan Hao's revengeful nature, otherwise the white-haired boy wouldn't be bullied. So miserable.

However, Yan Hao didn't do anything disrespectful to him. He just lowered his head and looked at the rice cooker in his hand, with a satisfied yet puzzling smile on his face.

"Yeah, this time it's finally perfect. I finally saved the pot. As expected, I am the one."

"and many more"

Jiu Lama quickly interrupted Yan Hao's boasting, then looked at him with a look of disbelief and asked:

"What do you mean by protecting the pot? Aren't you doing some alchemy? Don't you know how?"

As Jiulama spoke, his face suddenly turned dark, and then he immediately shut up and looked at Yan Hao with a bit of resentment.

Seeing this, Yan Hao just showed a very shameful smile, then nodded and said with a slightly raised nose:

"Otherwise, it's just a matter of refining some inferior elixirs. This little thing won't trouble this genius."

Jiu Lama looked at Yan Hao who was having trouble. He couldn't help but begin to doubt this guy's identity as the so-called Immortal Emperor. If he hadn't been a stupid dog and had personally experienced Yan Hao's terrifying strength, he would have wanted to go up and kick him now.

"Then what have you been busy with these past two weeks? And what does "guaranteing" mean?

Jiu Lama was twitching violently several times in succession. He wanted to immediately turn around and go into the house and ignore this deliberately shameless old naughty boy. However, he was still curious about what this guy was doing. He locked his throat and finally couldn't help Yan Hao's routine, biting Ya continued to ask.

Yan Hao showed a satisfied smile, then patted the rice cooker in his hand and continued to explain with a rich tone of joy:

"Protecting the pot, of course, means preventing things from exploding. After all, my current cultivation level is still a bit reluctant to refine the best elixirs. Otherwise, this thing wouldn't be able to explode every time I practice it."

When Jiulama heard Yan Hao say "explosion", he felt a vague soreness all over his body.

He had a deep memory of Yan Hao's first alchemy refining. He remembered that that night Yan Hao brought back two human beings who had almost all their bodies broken, and then took the rice cooker at home outside and cursed him all the time. Say some strange words, forcefully pour the medicinal ingredients into it, and then perform the same operation as before.

Jiulama was eating the new potato chips he had just bought. Seeing Yan Hao's strange movements, he went downstairs out of curiosity to see what was going on.

Then he verified a famous saying in the book Yan Hao gave him:

Curiosity killed the fox.

Jiu Lama only remembered that when he opened the door and went out to see what Yan Hao was doing carefully, he only heard Yan Hao shouting "Tai Shang Lao Jun, urgent as you wish", followed by a violent explosion that blew the boiler to pieces. , terrifying thunder and lightning also burst out from it.

And our miserable fox was hit by one of the electric lights.

Then the Nine Lamas experienced the taste of full-body electrotherapy for the second time in his thousand-year life, and the first time was also given by this shameless master.

Anyway, the end result was that even he, who had terrifying recovery abilities, lay in bed for two days.

During this period, he was severely teased by his twin sister who suddenly appeared.

When the Nine Lama recalled this, his whole body began to twitch. The two days of paralysis and soreness in his body were still fresh in his memory. It was an unforgettable experience in his life.

"Oh, I remembered that you little fox was hit by a mine in the explosion last time, and you seemed to have been lying down for a few days because of it."

Just when Jiu Lama wanted to forget the painful memories, Yan Hao suddenly opened his mouth and revealed the scars without mercy:

After hearing this, Ninth Lama couldn't help but look up at Yan Hao, his face full of resentment at this time, but he did not speak, because after these few months of contact, he knew Yan Hao's bad taste.

Yan Hao looked at the resentful Ninth Lama and showed a rare expression of embarrassment. After laughing awkwardly for a few times, he asked in a low voice:

"Would you believe it if I said it was an accident?"

"hehe"

Jiu Lama did not make any expression, but clearly expressed his attitude with a sneer. He did not believe Yan Hao's lies. This bad old man was very bad. Whoever believed it would be in trouble. Jiu Lama would not foolishly want that little white hair to fall off. Fall into Yan Hao's trap.

Yan Hao could only smile helplessly when he saw that Jiu Lama did not accept his excuse at all.

He really didn't mean to trick this stupid fox. That electric light was really caused by his carelessness. It was a pure accident that it hit Absolute Nine Lama. He really didn't secretly use any magic to transcend the legend. Means guide the thunder.

You must believe me

However, although Jiu Lama would never believe Yan Hao's excuse, he still knew that continuing this topic was meaningless, so he opened his mouth again and changed the topic back to his original question.

"So why are you putting so much effort into protecting this boiler? Does it have some secret help in refining elixirs?" Jiulama asked curiously, looking at the still white rice cooker in Yan Hao's hand.

"Ah, no, whether the pot explodes or not has nothing to do with whether the elixir can be cultivated. It has no effect at all except that there is only one pot left." Yan Hao just shook his head slightly and said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Nine Lama suddenly felt like he was hit by another bolt of lightning. He saw his whole body twitching violently again, and the frequency of the twitching at the corners of his mouth began to produce micro vibrations.

"What did you say?" Nine Lamas asked with a hint of anger.

"Ah, that's right"

"No, no, stop talking," Ninth Lama interrupted Yan Hao, then stared hard at Yan Hao and asked through gritted teeth, "So why are you protecting this pot? Are you so tired?"

Seeing this, Yan Hao just remained silent for a moment, letting Nine Lama sort out his emotions. After seeing that he regained some sense, Yan Hao nodded silently.

Seeing this, Jiu Lama felt that his whole body was not good. He stared at Yan Hao with his mouth open, and was once again shocked by the coquettish tricks of this man who claimed to be the Ten Thousand Years Immortal Emperor.

"I can't help but who told you that this lower realm is very weird. I don't know how you have practiced till now. Not even one of you can make elixirs." Yan Hao sighed and complained. "So I have no choice. I can't even find a decent audience, so in the end I can only add some fun."

Jiu Lama didn't know what to say after hearing this. He had never seen such a shameless person. Yan Hao's existence seemed to shatter his understanding of people.

"So you can only succeed this time." After being silent for a period of time, the Nine Lamas hesitantly asked again.

"Well, we finally succeeded this time. The elixir was prepared as usual, the pot was perfectly saved, and no accidents occurred. I declare that this was a perfect alchemy."

Bah, bah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Just as Yan Hao finished his speech excitedly, a terrifying thunder and lightning explosion erupted from the telephone pole behind him, and then a strange scream came from an alley not far away.

The Nine Lama was also stunned when he saw this. He couldn't help but look at the pillar filled with electric light behind Yan Hao, and then looked at Yan Hao, whose face gradually turned dark at this time.

"This is a perfect alchemy." Yan Hao said again calmly.

"Uh, this"

"Perfect alchemy."

Yan Hao narrowed his eyes into crescent moons and emphasized again. Seeing this, the Nine Lama immediately closed his mouth, and then nodded quickly to express his agreement.

"Then little fox, I'll go in first. Lunch is on the table. You can go and eat it by yourself." Yan Hao said, then immediately walked around the Nine Lamas towards the house, and then quickly disappeared from sight.

Jiu Lama stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do, until a little loli voice woke him up.

"Why does it smell like charcoal here?"

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