Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 180 So He Was Yu Yan's Apprentice
Ji Wuye scoffed inwardly.

He casually hung the waist badges of Cangmiao Clan's disciples on his waist.

The pink tassel symbolizing Yanhui Peak hangs under the token, swaying gently as the man walks.

Almost instantly, the eyes that disturbed him disappeared completely.

Qianque City is even more mixed with fish and dragons than other cities.

But the more mixed fish and dragons are, the more well-informed they are.

Here, almost everyone does not know the appearance of various disciple tokens of Cangmiao Sect, and almost no one does not know what the pink tassels represent.

It turned out that he was one of the apprentices Yu Yan had accepted more than ten years ago.

Who dares to provoke Yu Yan's apprentice?

Don't think about it, the other party must have Yu Yan's consciousness.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the protection of spiritual consciousness above the Mahayana stage is the gold medal for avoiding death in the mortal world.

Ji Wuye reached out and touched the pink fringed tassels.

Xin Dao seemed that he shouldn't be wearing this black dress today.

Still white and pink.

He couldn't help but think that Yu Yan couldn't help but hold the tassel tassel tightly with her fingers.

That strength seemed to tear it apart.

There was a deep light in the man's eyes, and he walked towards the city lord's mansion amidst naked|naked|naked or secretly scrutinized by everyone.

When approaching the City Lord's Mansion

Ji Wuye didn't know what he saw, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

The man in black stood in front of a small stall, staring at a pink jade bracelet, unable to take his eyes off for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist, are you interested in the accessories on the old man's booth? These are just samples. If you are interested in it, you can move to the Wanwu Pavilion behind the old man."

The old man sat by the stall with a smile on his face.

Seeing Ji Wuye parked in front of the booth, he pointed to the attic road behind him.

Ji Wuye raised his eyes.

With little hesitation, the man lifted his foot and walked in.

Seeing him go in, the old man's eyes sparkled with light.

Xindao can make a fortune again today.

Although the Wanwu Pavilion specializes in trading women's accessories and magic weapons, there are not necessarily fewer men who come here.

There are many young male monks like Ji Wuye, they are extremely generous!
As soon as Ji Wuye entered the Wanwu Pavilion, he received gazes from all directions.

These gazes are different from those when they entered the city before.

Although not malicious, but full of gossip.

Ji Wuye frowned in disgust, he hated being watched.

Resisting the urge to turn his head and leave, the man went to the counters to pick one after another.

The second floor of Wanwu Pavilion

When the man with the mask half-hidden his face saw Ji Wuye coming in, a gleam of interest flashed across his eyes.

Almost immediately, he put down the red woman's cassock, turned around and went down the stairs.

There was a sudden tap on the shoulder.

Ji Wuye paused when he handed the chosen jade bracelet to the shopkeeper.

Those Ruifeng eyes were almost instantly stained with a dark light of vigilance.

Before he could turn around, the masked man had already taken a step forward and stood beside him.

The moment he looked at the other party, Ji Wuye recognized the identity of the person who came.

Back then, he was on his way out from the City Lord's Mansion.

Was caught by Yan... Uncle Yan.

The other party insisted on accepting himself as a disciple.

It was this person who suddenly appeared and threw him to the foot of Cangmiaozong Mountain.

He did throw it, he didn't care where he would be taken by the space he tore, and he didn't worry about whether he would be injured during the space teleportation.

Fortunately, he survived by relying on the protective shield that Master Yan put on him when he entered the space crack.

Ji Wuye smiled but wasn't smiling.

Speaking of which, he should be thanking him.

(End of this chapter)