Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

After all, this place is at the foot of Xiaoyaozong, prosperous and stable. Even if those who want to take him away can find them, it will take some time. If they want to take him away, they need to plan carefully. In the future, if the younger brother can recover, it will be enough to deal with the future.

Those youths in the same costumes who had originally focused on Wu Tang lost interest after hearing the words of the lazy middle-aged man at the counter, brushing across Wu Tang's delicate face.

It's just someone who came to ask for medicine from nowhere, their Xiaoyao Sect has a long-standing reputation, and Danfeng is particularly prosperous. Although they don't like to interact with the outside world, there are always an endless stream of people who come to ask for medicine because of their fame.

After hitting a wall and knowing that they can't enter the Xiaoyao Sect, the visitor can only settle for the next best thing and buy the elixir at the elixir shop at the foot of the mountain. The gatekeeper disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect have to meet countless people like this every day. So is this boy.

The Xiaoyao Sect and the Danxiang Building have a close relationship, there are elders sitting in the building in Danfeng, these young people came here to discuss with the elders.

For some reason, the young man in the lead became somewhat interested in the boy in front of him.

The young man in front of him has only a handsome face, what he cares about is the young man's cultivation base and his unruly attire. He is already a Nascent Soul cultivator at such a young age. Zongmen, other sects are highly respected, even Elder Yifeng can do it, why did he end up in such a desperate situation.

What he cared about was the young man's face. Even though he was wearing clothes that didn't fit, he could still see that the young man's waist was thin and coquettish, his neck was clean and slender, and half of his calf was exposed without shoes and socks. He stepped on the ground barefoot, even The toes are beautiful and delicate.

A string of thin gold chains is tied on the porcelain white ankle where light blue blood vessels can be seen, and a small crimson bell is tied at the end. It is the only bright color on the boy's plain clothes. It looks very conspicuous, like a small red mole , with the sound of footsteps.

It was clearly a man's ankle, but it was like a stinger on a scorpion's tail, hooking him so hard that he couldn't move his eyes away.

He couldn't tell where he was different from others, but together they were very attractive, even better than he had seen the monks of the Acacia Sect, as if he was born to attract people's attention.

He thought it was just his own illusion, turned his eyes to see the reaction of his fellow disciples, and found that although they didn't stare directly at the boy, their eyes seemed to never pass him.

He even suspected that the person in front of him was a demon cultivator, but what he felt from him was the pure sword intent.

But for such a person who doesn't know how to describe it, his delicate face is relatively ordinary.

In addition, it is the nervousness of this boy to the other boy he brought, and he has to look back every now and then.

Wu Tangdao didn't know that the disguise technique he performed made others suspicious, he just noticed that the people around him seemed to have inquiring eyes, but as long as it is not out of the ordinary, it is only normal in the world of cultivating immortals.

If he is still lavishing money like he is in the sect, others will naturally avoid his edge and dare not pry at will.

But at this moment, he was alone and only had to take care of his younger brother, so naturally, it would be better to have one thing less than one thing more.After all, he and his younger brother were not familiar with each other, so their sensitive reactions made them feel guilty and timid.

So Wu Tang walked to the counter frankly, with a clearer and more peaceful voice, "I'm not here to buy pills, but to sell them."

Hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator at the counter, who had closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping, finally opened a gap in his eyelids, revealing a faint light in his eyes.

"Little Taoist friend, I want to recommend myself to be a pharmacist. Please come back when the news of the apprenticeship is released." The monk seemed polite, but he sneered. It was obvious that he had seen too many people like Wu Tang who thought they had found another way to become a pharmacist. .

Wu Tang had never been so slighted before. In the past, the Pill Pavilion was always scrambling to get his pills. He endured it, and only then managed to suppress the anger of turning around and leaving immediately.

He lowered his eyes, and repeated it softly: "I'm not like entering your building to be a pharmacist, I just want to sell a few pills."

As he spoke, Wu Tang took out his bottomless pill bottle from his bosom, and placed it on the counter.

"Please have a look before deciding."

"What elixir is it?" There was no label on the elixir bottle, so Nascent Soul cultivator paused, and finally asked.

After all, this young man is a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, so it may not be possible for him to have any treasured pills.

"Invigorating Qi Pill..." Wu Tang responded.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Tang heard sparse laughter, which came from the surrounding monks, obviously ridiculed because of his words.

"Take it back." Cultivator Nascent Soul waved his hand, closed his eyes again without looking at Wu Tang.

Wu Tang's cheeks flushed instantly.

He thinks that his attitude is humble enough, but in the eyes of others, he seems to be forced to bow his head to others for his livelihood, with his palms clenched into fists, his back straight and stiff, his flushed cheeks and drooping neck. The radians all naturally reveal youthfulness and stubbornness.

Wu Tang refused to take back his elixir bottle, and the surrounding monks laughed even louder.

"Why don't you open it up and have a look? Maybe this fellow daoist's elixir has something special about it."