The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The boy was so young that he could not stand the test of time.

Wei Yan looked at the little boy in front of him who was only as tall as his waist, and suddenly came up with a plan to alienate him. "Little boy, I see that you are still young, and you must not be involved with such a demon. Quickly untie my seal, and I will take you away from here quickly and teach you the method of cultivating immortals in person!!"

The boy smiled when he heard this, stretched out his finger like a tender lotus root and pointed it at his nose, and asked cleverly: "Are you trying to alienate me?"

Seeing this, Wei Yan no longer pretended, and simply said bluntly: "That's right, little boy, quickly untie my seal Seal, I will take you away. And as a reward, I will teach you how to practice. "

"Hehehe!" The little boy raised his head and grinned, "Let me tell you, I am not a little kid, I am already over thirty. Besides, I don't even have spiritual roots, how can I practice?"

"Thirty? ? "

Wei Yan's eyes widened, full of astonishment. He had heard rumors about dwarfs in the past, and thought it was just a lie. He never thought that such a person would really appear in front of him today, looking like a seven or eight-year-old kid.

At this moment, an old man in a gray robe and gray hair walked out of the inner room of the alchemy room.

The dwarf hurriedly bowed respectfully to the old man and said, "Master, the human medicine has been washed clean, and the pill can be made immediately."

The old man stroked his snow-white beard lightly, looked at Wei Yan with an indifferent look, and slowly said, "Yes, it's the late stage of foundation building. Wuwei finally caught a big fish!!"

When Wei Yan heard this, his face turned as pale as paper. This person actually wanted to make him into a pill.

He had only heard of such a crazy act before, but now it was about to happen to him.

He struggled frantically, cursing, "You crazy guys, you will not die well!"

The black-faced strong man heard that Wei Yan dared to insult the old man, and he waved his arm violently, and Wei Yan fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The dwarf also grinned and said, "How dare you scold my master? I think you are tired of living!"

As he spoke, he quickly walked to Wei Yan, reached into his sleeve, and a dagger flashing with spiritual light appeared.

A cold light flashed, and Wei Yan immediately let out a shrill scream.

With a "click" sound, an ear fell to the ground, and blood flowed.

The dwarf licked the blood on the blade with his tongue, and a satisfied look appeared on his face. He murmured, "As expected of a foundation-building cultivator, the taste of this blood is really delicious!"

Then, he put away the dagger, bent down to pick up the bloody ear on the ground, wiped the dust off with his sleeves, and then held it in both hands, respectfully presented it to the old man, and said with a flattering smile, "Master, please try it!"

The old man raised his hand slightly, and the ear flew to him as if it had a spirit. He stretched out two fingers and gently pinched it, then put the ear into his mouth and chewed it slowly. A creepy sound of flesh and teeth rubbing against each other slowly sounded.

A satisfied look gradually appeared on the old man's face.

Wei Yan gritted his teeth and stopped wailing. His side face was full of blood, and his face was ashen. He had already realized his miserable fate in the future.

He secretly complained in his heart: "I regret it. I shouldn't have come here rashly for such a small profit! I wonder if Fellow Daoist Qin has also suffered the same disaster as me..."