Nie Yunwen frowned, and looked at the man's face with an inquiring look.

The man's dark red lips opened slightly: "This senior sister, please stay." ”

"Is there something wrong?" After a cursory look, a word suddenly appeared in Nie Yunwen's mind: the poison of alien cold.

I don't know why this son could have been hit by such poisons? It stands to reason that the cold is difficult to solve, and I don't know how he carried it, and he successfully participated in the recruitment of Taoyuan Sect.

Judging from the current situation, his state at this time is not deeper than when he was in the ring.

"My senior sister is still young, and she seems to be very knowledgeable about fighting skills. I'd like to ask for a word or two. He pursed his chapped lips and blurted out.

There seemed to be a hint of embarrassment, and his face lowered slightly.

Wang Tingzhou stopped doing it, stepped forward and said: "The surname is Yang, this is my senior sister, how can you climb the relationship at will?" ”

As soon as Nie Yunwen put away her fan, she stretched out her hand to stop Wang Tingzhou, and was about to speak, when the white in front of her eyes flickered, and she saw that a white-haired woman had weakly walked up to the man.

It was Bai Yuanqin, she seemed to be a little anxious, and stammered, "Nie, Senior Sister Nie." He didn't mean to be offended. Please, please don't be upset! ”

Seeing this, Nie Yunwen was surprised that Bai Yuanqin, who was only willing to promise on weekdays, would take the initiative to step forward one day.

It's not right to think about it, she was bullied by others so badly that she didn't dare to resist, but she always loved to refute her own face, but she didn't have a lot of appetite for herself.

Isn't it her Nie Yunwen who looks too kind?

However, everyone watched, she was not a little child, ignored her, raised her eyes to look at the man surnamed Yang who was a little dumbfounded on the side, and said with a smile: "Young Master Yang, I see that your Yin Tang is blue, the meridians are inky, and the lips are purple, as if you have been poisoned." ”

The man surnamed Yang seemed to be shocked in his heart, and he was stunned for two breaths, and then he clasped his fists and saluted: "Senior sister, the surname of the late school is Yang Qingfeng." But it was poisoned. ”

He gritted his teeth and didn't say any more.

Nie Yunwen didn't care either, and frowned: "Yang Qingfeng? "It's a familiar name, as if I've heard it in a previous life.

However, the person in the previous life was not surnamed Yang.

"Senior Brother Aomine." She was a little puzzled and said, "Du Lao is a pharmacist of the Taoyuan Sect, why don't you go to the medicine house to find him for treatment?" ”

Yang Qingfeng's pale face showed a look of embarrassment, and Wang Tingzhou on the side couldn't help but whisper: "Senior sister, I think you haven't seen the rules of the sect, right?" ”

"Huh?" She did not look at it closely.

"Uncle Du is only responsible for internal treatment, they are just outer disciples, so ......"

Nie Yunwen suddenly realized, when she looked at Yang Qingfeng, she suddenly understood why he came here to learn art.

The Taoyuan Sect is a big faction, and there must be a pharmacist in the sect, and looking at his cold poison, it will not be that he has been poisoned for a year or two. Up to three months.

This year, I just happened to recruit new people, and it is normal for people to come and try their luck.

As for the Medicine Sect, although the Muggles often die because of the fancy way of collecting medicines, they still don't see rabbits and eagles on weekdays.

Yang Qingfeng is in the outer gate, and the spiritual root qualification must be below the three spiritual roots, and he didn't enter the inner door ring at the beginning, so it can only be the four spiritual roots.

Such a talent is neither possible to be a pharmacist, nor is he qualified to be supported by pharmacists, so naturally there is no way to live.

The crowd was quiet for a while, and everyone looked at Yang Qingfeng with a look of regret.

God really doesn't hold a feast, and such a hard-working and powerful person may die because of his poor spiritual roots.