Ti'er Taoist didn't even dare to dodge, he saw Ye Guichen kick over and hurriedly pleaded, "Boss, boss, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."
He looked nothing like someone who had attained the Dao, completely like a street thug.
Ye Guichen didn't actually kick out, he rolled his eyes at Ti'er Taoist and handed him the silver needle taken from the chicken farm: "Take a look, whose weapon is this."
Ti'er Taoist lightly slapped his face twice with both hands, then quickly took the silver needle and scrutinized it.
After looking for a while, Ti'er Taoist's expression also became serious: "Boss, Wen Daoxian!"
"Hmm?" Ye Guichen knew Ti'er Taoist had seen a lot, but didn't expect him to directly say the opponent's name: "Are you sure?"
"Boss, I'm very sure, this silver needle is definitely Wen Daoxian's." Ti'er Taoist said seriously, "You know, I'm always wandering around, I met you during my travels, and this Wen Daoxian is my junior brother."
