In the medicine pavilion, Wuchen stood stunned, and Jin Tingfei's words gradually fell in his ears.

"Give it to me?"

"To him?"

Two voices, a man and a woman, came from the mouths of Wuchen and Jin Mei'er respectively, both in an unbelievable tone.

The most excited of the two was Jin Mei'er, as soon as she heard her brother's words, she turned her head sharply and stared at Wuchen tightly. A pair of beautiful eyes magnified, scanned up and down, and a faint wave of probing swept through Wuchen's whole body.

After a moment, a low murmur sounded, "Can a junior beast master use the Ice Spirit Pill?"

Hearing this, Wuchen's face turned red, he smiled embarrassedly, and Jin Tingfei, who was also puzzled, looked at Jin Tingfei in front of him and asked, "What is the Ice Spirit Pill?"

As everyone knows, Wuchen's question has attracted many playful glances. One by one, the monks who were originally browsing the goods they needed stopped their movements and turned their eyes to the direction of Wuchen, especially staring at Wuchen, a subtle light flashed in their eyes.

"The four-rank pill is used to stabilize the cultivation of a junior beast master, and send the heavenly creatures violently!"

"The Jin Ge caravan is rich, can you manage it?"

Several voices of discussion rang out in the crowd, but they were all gagged by zuihou. Can you manage your wealth?

Even Jin Tingfei didn't realize that his words would have such a big impact, so he couldn't help coughing a few times, quietly dragged Jin Mei'er to his side, and whispered: "Brother Wuchen is not an ordinary beast master, he is the same Heaven and Earth Yuan Force as you!"

"Really?" Jin Mei'er frowned slightly, glanced at Wuchen on the side suspiciously, and after looking at it again, the expression on her face slowly relaxed, and even with a hint of excitement.

"Brother, is he your successor in this election?"

"That's right, how terrifying is the cultivation speed of those who cultivate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, you know better than me, how do you think the caravan leader will react?"

"Heavy money retention"

"That's it. Jin Tingfei smiled heartily, leaving Jin Mei'er stunned in place.

Seeing this scene, Wuchen was even more confused, and he didn't know what topic the two were talking about in a whisper. But intuition tells Wuchen that it must be related to himself.

Just as Wuchen was pondering this scene, a hoarse cough suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the underground hall, and the aftermath was endless. Suddenly all the noise stopped, and everyone present focused their eyes on the direction in which the sound began.

An old man with a stiff face and a clumsy face slowly appeared in everyone's sight on crutches. In the blink of an eye, Wuchen felt that the air around him was tight, and the sound of heavy wheezing spread in the tense air.

"Who is this person?" The newcomer Wuchen is unfamiliar with everything here, let alone intersect with the person in front of him. Therefore, after seeing this rickety old man appear, everyone looked serious one by one, and it was inevitable that there would be a trace of doubt.

However, for Wuchen's question, Jin Tingfei hesitated for a long time before he spoke weakly, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

"This person is the powerhouse of the older generation in the Black Iron City, even a generation higher than his father, and he is also the master of this Medicine Pavilion, known as the King of Medicine. ”

Jin Tingfei only had a few sentences of explanation for the old man, but with these few sentences, he was already able to surprise Wuchen.

Being called the King of Medicine in the Black Iron City, where the strong are gathered, is enough to show how strong this person's strength is.

"So what is he doing here?" Surprised, Wuchen muttered, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his words were inappropriate. Of course, you can come to other people's territory.

Therefore, without waiting for Jin Tingfei to answer, Wuchen waved his hand stupidly, signaling that Jin Tingfei did not have to answer. In fact, Jin Tingfei didn't know how to answer

"Maybe just going around. Jin Tingfei muttered in his heart, and even he felt that he couldn't say it. I vaguely feel that the medicine king who is hidden in the world on weekdays must have a reason for appearing this time.

And the truth is really as Jin Tingfei guessed, after the old man appeared, he ignored everyone's attention and walked towards the crowd step by step. Wherever they passed, they avoided it.

Because of the old man's walk-in, Wuchen and the others were also nervous and ready to get out of the way, but they inadvertently glanced at the old man's gaze, which instantly made Wuchen stunned.

"He actually looked at himself!" Wuchen was shocked in his heart, and his mind went blank for a while.

And not only Wuchen, but also Jin Tingfei and the monks who were beside Wuchen all looked at the direction the old man walked in shock, and a young man at the end of the direction stood in a daze, and suddenly sighed.

"That kid from the Medicine Dynasty has passed"

"Seen"

In a shocked gaze, Wuchen watched as the old man slowly came to him. The expected endless coercion did not appear, but because of the approach of the old man, his body was as comfortable as a spring breeze. The faint aroma of herbs makes people feel refreshed and relaxed, and it also eases the tension in the heart a little.

After "this breath" walked into the dustless, the old man's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and the murmured words sounded. But the voice was indistinct, and even the nearest Wuchen couldn't hear it clearly, so that when the old man's voice fell, Wuchen's eyes widened, and his face was full of puzzlement.

"What?" Wuchen said, his body that had just eased tightened again.

"Where is Xiaoyou from?"

"The surrounding ethnic groups of the Broken Sky Mountains. ”

"Where's the tutelage?"

"My own big beast envoy. ”

The old man asked slowly, his voice as if it had magical power, guiding Wuchen to respond. But a moment later, a sudden buzz in Wuchen's mind destroyed this strange magic and brought him back to his senses.

After waking up, Wuchen immediately sweated down his back, and his heart was terrified.

"What a powerful method!" Wuchen said in his heart, quite shocked by the old man's tricks, but he didn't know that this was the so-called soul dementorship, but the old man was more natural and skilled than Jin Tingfei's father.

The old man was also a little stunned by Wuchen's reaction, and a trace of doubt flashed imperceptibly in his pupils, and disappeared in an instant. Then he looked at Wuchen quietly, and was silent for a long time, and the air fell into silence, and everyone did not dare to make a sound.

This state lasted until Wuchen was itchy and had to shake his wrist, and then it was broken.

When the wrist was flicked, the black lock on the wrist was inadvertently exposed. At that moment, Wuchen felt that the eyes of the old man on the other side were suddenly fierce, and he stared at his wrist tightly, to be exact, the black lock on his wrist.

"What's the problem?"

"Demon breath. The old man groaned in a low voice, and his eyebrows could not hide his excitement, and he raised his head suddenly.