On the streets of Qinghua City, the flow of people is like shuttles, bustling, and lively.

On the first day of the new year, everyone was jubilant, and the martial cultivators who practiced in winter and summer also suspended their cultivation and accompanied their families out to play.

But in that dirty, narrow alley, Wei Mo was entangled with a dirty, crazy beggar.

This crazy beggar was really crazy enough, he spoke incoherently and illogically, and not only was he not grateful when he was rescued, but he felt as if Wei Mo owed him a hundred dollars.

Wei Mo couldn't bear it anymore and slammed a fist into his belly. Looking at the painful appearance of the mad beggar's distorted facial features, he finally felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Look how dare you mess around!" Wei Mo snorted, but before he could finish speaking, he sensed that something was wrong.

His fist was sucked on the belly of the mad beggar, and he couldn't get it back.

Gritting his teeth and dragging on the body of the crazy beggar with his feet, he rushed forward with his back to the beggar with his back to the milk, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and the blood vessels were about to burst out, but no matter what, it was to no avail.

You must know that Wei Mo is not the Wei Mo of the past, the strength of a first-order first-order spiritual cultivator, and the strength of a first-order fourth-order martial cultivator, these two make his current strength comparable to that of a first-order sixfold peak martial cultivator.

What kind of concept is that? Wei Dinghai was fourteen years old, and when he stepped into the first-order fivefold realm, he was already known as the genius of Qinghua City.

And if he wants to step into the sixth layer, he can't achieve it in three years and five years. Six Dan Xuanli is enough to tear apart a piece of granite two zhang square with one punch!

After a trial battle, Wei Mo was in the junior circle of Qinghua City, and his reputation had already begun, but he didn't know it yet.

Everyone said that the Wei family had a ghost.

And this crazy beggar, small, fluttering like a little chicken, looked malnourished. Who would have known that he could actually withstand the power of Wei Mo's fist, and there was such a strong suction in his belly?

The mad beggar sucked his stomach and screamed, "It hurts, it hurts!"

What about Wemo? He dragged him around the alley, almost collapsing. Fortunately, the dragon and lion dances were loud outside, and no one noticed them. Otherwise, if it is seen by others, Wei Mo will not be able to tell even if his whole body is full of mouths.

"Stop!" Wei Mo shouted, "just say it, madman, what the hell are you trying to do?" he was already tugging on his arm and almost dislocated.

The crazy beggar finally stopped, smiled, pulled out the black firewood stick from the baggage, and bang, knocked on Wei Mo's skull: "I want you to worship me as a teacher!"

"What?" Wei Mo was speechless, "What you just said was to help you find medicine, why are you worshipping you as a teacher now?"

The crazy beggar was stunned for a moment, scratching his messy hair: "Yes, no matter, you have to find me medicine, and you have to worship me as a teacher!"

Airplanes!

Wei Mo's mind was blank, and he wanted to slap himself a few times in an instant, didn't he bury himself by digging a pit for others?

But the boy quickly learned to be obedient, he calmed down and secretly analyzed: "I want to get out, I have to do this~"

Aren't you messing around? I'll fool you back.

"Okay, what medicine do you say?" Wei Mo said pretendingly, no matter what, it would be best to coax that person to let go of himself first!

His fist was sucked on his dirty belly, and it didn't taste good at all. The mad beggar didn't know that he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, his skinny skin, his chest was close to his back, and Wei Mo could even feel the ups and downs of his ribs.

The point is, this man's bones are like burning torches, and if they are not separated, the back of his hand will be about to bubble.

"Well, I need the Night Sun Grass! I need the ......" Balabala, the mad beggar crossed his fingers and counted a dozen kinds of spirit grass for Wei Mo in one breath.

Although Wei Mo didn't have much research on the spirit grass before, the Wei family was a spirit grass family in the end, and he knew a little bit about it since he was a child. Starting with the Night Sun Grass, which one is not an expensive spirit grass? Especially the Night Sun Grass, the entire Qinghua City can't get two of them.

Wei Mo had a black line in his head: "Okay, I promise you, let go quickly!"

"You're not done yet! you'll have to learn from me!" muttered the mad beggar.

The white eyes are also tired, and when they roll their eyes again, the beads jump out of their sockets, and the black lines are also full, and the regeneration is a black curtain. Wei Mo really felt tired, and he just couldn't explain it to this person.

In desperation, he secretly said: "Anyway, it's fooling him, so I'll pretend to agree." ”

"Okay, Master, I worship you as a teacher!" Wei Mo said quickly.

Burst!

The mad beggar's belly straightened, and Wei Mo only felt that his whole body relaxed for a while, and his soul seemed to fly freely.

"Hehe, what you said!Well, there's nothing to give you as a teacher, I'll give you this!" The mad beggar solemnly handed the burning stick to Wei Mo.

The burning stick was about a foot long, and the black grunt was bumpy. But I've been playing with it for a long time, and the surface is slurry, and it feels quite smooth to the touch.

However, looking at the gray dirt on the mad beggar's body, Wei Mo felt a little disgusted and didn't want to take it. The crazy beggar shoved it into him, and dug up a lump of boogers and pasted it on the wall. The movements were skillful and sophisticated, and it was evident that this was already a habitual movement that had been integrated into his soul.

"Okay, good!" Wei Mo reluctantly agreed, holding the burning stick, planning to go a little further and throw it away.

Don't think that picking up a burning stick casually is a peerless divine weapon, it's not that good.

Casually tucking the burning stick into his belt, Wei Mo clenched his fists: "Master farewell!"

"Wait, I live in the first bridge hole on the left-hand side under the East Fourth Bridge, and remember to come to me when you find all the things!" the mad beggar grabbed Wei Mo and said in a matter-of-fact manner.

Wei Mo nodded, with a black line in his head, and said secretly in his heart: "Looking for you big-headed ghost, I'm in a hurry to save Sister Qin'er, how can I have time to ink with you." ”

"Remember what I asked you to find?" the mad beggar was not at ease, and asked the 'apprentice'.

Wei Mo thought for a moment and replied: "Night Sun Grass, Balabala ......" is actually word-for-word.

"Well, my memory is fine, go ahead, bring it to me before sunset today. Remember, go to Boss Zhang and get me a roast chicken, as well as the old wine of the Xu family. The mad beggar nodded, hummed a tune, buckled his buttocks, and walked slowly into the depths of the alley.

Wei Mo smiled on his face, and scolded in his heart: "Do you eat dragon meat?

He felt completely relaxed and turned and walked out of the alley. But this demonic mad beggar was like a fly buzzing in his head all the time.

As he walked down the street, he easily forgot about the mad beggar. If it weren't for the burning stick pinned to his waist, he would have thought he was having a nightmare.

Wei Mo thought, just go to the front and find a place to lose it. As he thought so, he was hit the shoulder.

This made Wei Mo very unhappy, the collision just now was very painful! He was about to find someone to theorize, but he saw that person running to the nearby shop like a gust of wind.

It turned out to be a pharmacy opened by the Webster family.

The entrance of the pharmacy is full of people, and business is booming. Many martial cultivators came in and out, coming here to buy pills and spiritual herbs.

Wei Mo's heart suddenly moved: "Why don't I go in and see, is there any medicine here that can save Sister Qin'er." ”

Although Lin Tianxiu said that only by finding a strong person above the third order could he save Qin'er, he always felt that there was still room for things to turn around.

Walking up the stairs, Wei Mo walked to the pharmacy.

There are shopkeepers, men, and family members who are responsible for maintaining order in the pharmacy. Although they are all men or clansmen of the Wei family, they all belong to the outermost group, and they rarely have the opportunity to appear in the mansion.

When Wei Mo was standing under the signboard, the family next to him saw it, frowned, and stepped forward to stop him: "Stop!"