Medicinal Immortal

"You want to die? Didn't you hear that people on the street were talking about the axe help?" The monk at the stall next to him said in a low voice, and looked at the bald child with some fear.

The monk who sold fake elixir heard this, frowned, and said, "I heard it! But what does it have to do with me?" He was not from the Axe Gang.

"Child, that child, bald." The monk only said in a low voice, and when the child looked at him, he closed his mouth and quickly backed away.

A bald child?

The monk turned his head and looked at the child in front of him, dressed as a little monk. He was about five years old and had a delicate face with a delicate pink face, as if he was talking to the people on the street. Is it a bit like?

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on his back, his hair stood up, and he said quickly: "Um, little son, please, please." He didn't dare to say half a word.

If the fake elixir was stabbed out, he would not be able to get along in this West Street, and he would be expelled. Although he was a casual cultivator and stayed here for a while, he always wanted to stay for a few days every time. If he was expelled, he would never be able to enter the city again.

The other is that he is justified in selling fake elixir. If this person really wants to care about it, it is not something that can be solved by a few elixir. What's more, it is a bit terrifying to be abolished by the cultivation base...

Tang Ning put away the few spirit medicines, glanced at the monk, and revealed a meaningful smile, without saying much, turning around and leaving. Just before she left the stall, the monk's roar came.

"It's him! I bought that medicine here! It's the fake elixir he sold me!"

"Grab!"

Seeing several monks approaching him, the monk selling fake elixir was taken aback, and immediately turned around and fled, but was slapped with a pole by an oncoming man behind him. Shoot him directly to faint.

"Drag away! Dare to sell fake elixir to harm people! Take it back and deal with it!"

Not far away, Tang quietly watched the monk being taken away. The medicine was a life-saving thing, but the monk used fakes to mess with the real. The fake elixir used as medicine not only could not save people, but in the worst case, it would kill people's lives, so he would be taken away and dealt with.

She continued to walk forward, unhurriedly or slowly. Everything in the world has its own destiny, life and death are the same.

However, speaking of life and death, Mo Ye's death...

While thinking about things, she walked forward, unknowingly, came to the area where the aristocrats lived in the city. Seeing the sky was still early, she sat down in the corner of the shade and took out a fruit while eating. While looking at it.

It is said that among the aristocrats of the immortal land, there will always be a person above the Nascent Soul level. She couldn’t help thinking that in the land of mortals, there are only a few foundation-building monks, and in this land of immortals, like In such a family, foundation-building monks are everywhere.

In the past two days, she had been around here and saw that there were quite a few foundation-building cultivators in the city, even Jindan cultivators, but the cultivators at the Nascent Soul level had not yet met.

She wanted to rest here for a few days and feel the bottom of these people in the city by the way, but after these two days, she has mastered some. With a strength like her, it's okay if you don't meet a real strong person, if you meet, you really can't beat others.

Strength! It's hard to move without strength.