Wuhua was in a low mood and didn't notice that Lin Shisan had been standing behind him and hadn't left with An Xian. He was dressed in the monastic uniform of the Ghost Temple, and a ghost stood behind him, which was normal, and passers-by were not surprised. A low-level imp like Lin Shisan will not arouse the desire of others to rob.

An Xian wanted to keep Luo Yiyisan by Wuhua's side, but he was worried that Wuhua would see through Luo Yixan's invisibility. Wuhua has yin and yang eyes, talent and strength, and he doesn't dare to gamble. Although Lin Shisan was weaker, Wuhua knew him, and even if he saw him, he would not be surprised, let alone regard Lin Shisan as an enemy.

A middle-aged casual cultivator walked over, smashed a heavy cloth bag on Wuhua's stall, and said very unceremoniously: "Boy, I bought you garbage uncle!

These words fell in Wuhua's ears, but they were like fairy sounds. He picked up the cloth bag, tore open the mouth of the bag, and looked inside, and there was a pile of gold, all gold. In the depression of each gold ingot, there are some small shiny particles, which are clearly spirit stones. I don't know how many there are! At first glance, there are at least a hundred.

Wuhua couldn't imagine her eyes. "Uncle, you use this bag ......" he shook the cloth bag. With this shake, the spirit stone particles in the bag rolled around like dewdrops, which was very cute. "Buy me these?" Wuhua looked at the goods under his feet, and he was a little disgusted.

"What's the matter?, not enough?" said the middle-aged casual cultivator's attitude was very horizontal.

"Enough! enough!" Wuhua didn't hesitate to stuff his pile of garbage back into his backpack and handed it to the middle-aged cultivator along with the backpack.

Wuhua was so happy that he almost jumped up, he threw the cloth bag containing gold and spirit stones into the Qiankun bag, lifted the flying sword, jumped three times, and ran to find peace. "Sister-sister-"

The middle-aged Sanxiu carried a backpack, turned a corner, and walked to An Xian's side. "Fellow Daoist, what you want. ”

An Xian took the backpack, took out a handful of spirit stones, and put them in the hands of the middle-aged cultivator. The middle-aged cultivator immediately saluted in gratitude and left in a hurry.

Open the ghost door and throw the backpack to Yue Yun inside, so that he can take it and destroy it. An Xian pretended to continue wandering the streets, but in fact he was approaching Wuhua.

With Lin Thirteen's guidance, An Xian quickly found Wuhua. However, she pretended to look around, so that Wuhua could spot her first.

"Sister, sister!" Wu Hua rushed to An Xian, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "It's all sold!

"Really?" said in surprise.

"Let's go find the inn!" Wuhua pulled An Xian and left.

Lin Shisan walked over and whispered back: "Your Majesty, Young Master Wuhua used the Qiankun bag on the street just now, and we have been targeted." ”

Although his voice was small, Wuhua, who was standing next to him, heard it. Wuhua's face turned pale suddenly.

An Xian glanced at Lin Shisan, and said, "You little ghost! ”

Wuhua was nervous. He actually felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him behind him all the way. "Sister, what he said may be true. I might ......" Wuhua took two steps back, "Don't walk with me, it's dangerous......" He turned and hurried away in the other direction.

An Xian ran two steps, hugged Wuhua's arm, and said loudly: "Brother, take me to eat something delicious! If you don't take me there, I'll go back and tell Grandpa Yu Tai and let him smoke you!"

An Xian deliberately shouted the name of "Yu Tai" loudly, to remind those who were following them, and if they wanted to beat their ideas, they had to weigh their own weight. The Ghost Temple is not a no-man's land. As for whether it has an effect, it can only be left to the fate of heaven.

Her words reminded Wuhua. Wuhua said, "Sister, I remembered. This immortal ruin has a share of our ghost temple. Let's go, let's go to the Xianxu Law Enforcement Team!"

For an immortal ruin to exist for a long time, it definitely needs a fair and safe environment. To maintain such an environment, managers are needed. This immortal ruin is the only immortal ruin within a radius of three thousand miles, and the sects with a little weight within three thousand miles all have shares in this market, and the Ghost Temple is no exception.

But if you want to rely on this share, you can drive the people of the Xianxu Law Enforcement Team to serve as bodyguards for the Wuhua brothers and sisters, and it may not be easy for Wen Zhu to explain in person. After all, in the operation of the immortal ruins, the majority are the four top sects of the Xingxia Dynasty and the human world-Ruthless Yazhu, Ask the Sword Pole, Ethereal Immortal Sect, and Tianxing Outer Courtyard.

Wuhua and An Xian can't represent the Ghost Temple, so they naturally instruct the guards in the Immovable Immortal Ruins, but with the uniform of the Ghost Temple, it is easy to mix a simple guest room in the "Suzhou Fang" Fang, and you only need to spend a spirit stone to live for three days.

Those who coveted the Wuhua Qiankun bag, when they saw him enter the fangya, they could only retreat temporarily. If you spy on Fang Ya, you will be considered by the law enforcement team to be wrongdoer, and you will be killed.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I was careless and got into trouble, and you can't go out to play. "Wuhua is so guilty.

An Xian took out two sets of clothes and handed one to Wuhua. "Put it on and we'll go out. ”

Wuhua took the clothes and looked at them. The costume was full of charm, and the quality was much better than the uniform on his body, but why was it pink? He opened the dress and looked, "Hundred stacked skirts?"

"yes, you're dressed as a girl, they won't recognize you!"

Wuhua shook his head like a rattle. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Really?" An Xian tilted his head to look at him.

Wuhua was sure and sure, "No!

Nodded leisurely. "Well, if you can't die, it's fine. ”

Wuhua: ......

An Xian couldn't help but smile when he saw Wuhua's crying face. "Teasing you! A woman dressed as a man can deceive mortals, but where can she deceive immortal cultivators? We don't have an artifact to hide your aura. ”

Although out of politeness, immortal cultivators generally do not casually use spiritual power or divine thoughts to probe others, and generally only look at people with a pair of naked eyes. But, even if they are blind, there is absolutely a clear distinction between men and women. Of course, there is an artifact to cover up or a high-strength magic to cover up, and that's another matter.

"Brother, what are you worried about? Do they dare to do it in the fairy ruins? If it is other inns, you also need to worry about them doing something in the inn room. Here, who dares to commit murder in the fangyali? Let's go, let's just go out and play generously. ”

Wuhua was still worried. "But sooner or later we have to leave the fairy ruins. That's it, sister, I'll go out alone, you wait for me here, and I'll go back and let grandpa pick you up. ”

An Xian was poured by the warmth. She doted on Wuhua's head. "Brother, you're so stupid! They are eyeing your Qiankun bag! You stay in the fairy ruins to be safe, and it should be me who goes back to move the rescuers!"

Wuhua panicked. "How can I rest assured that you will go back alone?"

An Xian took out the deacon token and shook it in front of Wuhua. "From now on, you have to listen to me. ”