Crazy criticism of villains: She is good at attracting hatred

At this moment, Ye Youyu had no idea why Qing Qianqiu was in a daze.

He thought that the real body of the little mustache was an even more precious and rare medicine, so his junior fellow apprentice was so shocked.

Thinking of this, he became even more anxious!

Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent!!!

"Junior brother, please tell me what the prototype of this precious medicine that has become a spirit is?!"

Ye Youyu was so anxious at this time, as if he was listening to a story at the most exciting part and the storyteller said to him, "Please wait for the next chapter to find out more!"

At this time Qing Qianqiu finally came back to his senses. He swallowed and did not answer Ye Youyu directly, but spoke cautiously.

"Brother, don't worry, I'll take another look and confirm it."

This is not because Qing Qianqiu is cautious.

He had never heard of a sweet potato becoming a spirit!

By the way, can sweet potatoes really become spirits? ? ?

uncertain.

Look again!

With this thought in mind, Qing Qianqiu concentrated all his energy into his Blood Spirit Pupil.

But no matter how he looked at it, the guy with a mustache in front of him was really just a... sweet potato!

Qing Qianqiu quickly organized his thoughts in his mind, thinking about how to convey this matter that shocked him for three days and three nights to his senior brother.

But he thought for a long time and didn't know how to make his senior brother believe

After all, he had seen it with his own eyes, but he still found it hard to believe.

Can sweet potatoes really become spirits?

After careful consideration, Qing Qianqiu finally conveyed the message to Ye Youyu.

"Brother, I will tell you its true form next, but remember, you must remain calm and don't show any expression, so as not to alert the enemy."

Upon hearing this, Ye Youyu blinked at Qing Qianqiu with a confident expression on his face.

At this time, Ye Youyu had already prepared himself mentally.

Even if Qing Qianqiu told him what kind of magical herb this mustache was, he was confident that he would not show any surprise.

Seeing that Ye Youyu was ready, Qing Qianqiu pondered for two seconds, and simply threw away all the words he had organized in his mind, and spoke to Ye Youyu in a concise and clear manner.

"This guy is a sweet potato spirit."

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

After hearing Qing Qianqiu's words, Ye Youyu still failed!

He choked on his own saliva, then held onto the stove, bent over and began coughing violently.

The noise here immediately attracted the attention of some tea drinkers, and joking shouts suddenly rang out.

"Young shopkeeper, why are we who drink tea not choking, but you who make tea are choking?"

After hearing this man's words, bursts of laughter suddenly broke out in the teahouse.

Even the little mustache had a smile on his face.

The real realms of Qing Qianqiu and Ye Youyu are much higher than that of Little Moustache, so Little Moustache cannot spy on the telepathy between the two.

But from the perspective of the mustache, the two people in front of him were just two Qi Refining cultivators, and it was impossible for them to see through his true form.

So he didn't even think about the fact that he had been exposed.

Ye Youyu coughed several times and waved to the tea drinkers to indicate that he was fine. Then he forced himself to suppress the surprise in his heart. When he transmitted the message to Qing Qianqiu, he did so with a bit of gnashing of teeth!

"Can you please stop talking so scary? Can sweet potatoes become spirits?! Even if we take a step back, can sweet potatoes be used as medicine?!"

Upon hearing this, Qing Qianqiu responded as a matter of course.

"Yes, sweet potatoes can be used as Chinese medicinal materials. They can nourish the spleen and stomach, and moisturize the intestines..."

"Okay, okay, that's not what I'm asking you."

Ye Youyu quickly interrupted Qing Qianqiu's words, with a very interesting expression on his face.

This sweet potato can transform into a human form, so it must be at least 10,000 years old...

He really couldn't think...

How smelly is the fart after eating this sweet potato that has been deposited for thousands of years...

While the two were chatting, their spiritual sense had already enveloped the man with the mustache.

Since the other party had caused them to run into each other today, there was naturally no reason for him to let go.

However, the two did not rush forward rashly.

Because they all knew that what appeared before their eyes was not the real body of the precious medicine.

Generally speaking, precious medicines that have become spirits will hide their true bodies in extremely secluded places nearby, and only rely on an incarnation to walk around in front of people.

Whether it was the ginseng spirit that Qing Qianqiu had met before, or the sweet potato spirit in front of him, they both used the same method.

If we rush forward now, we will only alert the enemy and let the sweet potato demon escape.

The best thing to do at this time is to pretend that you didn't notice it, and then take your time to deal with it.

Of course, it would be even better if you could strike up a conversation with the other person.

Just as Ye Youyu was thinking this, the man with a mustache actually waved at Ye Youyu.

"Little shopkeeper!"

"coming!"

Ye Youyu was worried that he couldn't find an opportunity to talk to the other party, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually take the initiative to greet him.

It's like someone gave me a pillow just when I was feeling sleepy!

Ye Youyu walked over a few steps, forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart, and smiled at the other party.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The man with a mustache couldn't help but smile when he saw that the shopkeeper was young but very easy to talk to.

"Nothing, I just have something to tell you."

"Asking questions as you like, I will tell you everything I know."

Ye Youyu behaved like a normal tea shop owner at this time, and the sweet potato spirit did not suspect anything at all.

The man with the mustache looked around and saw that no one was following him, so he waved his hand and set up a soundproof barrier that ordinary people could not see.

"You and I are both monks, so I'll be frank."

"First, I want to ask you something, and you have to tell me honestly."

"Second, how many spirit stones do you and your partner have? You'd better hand them all over now, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

The sweet potato spirit always had a smile on his face, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

But when Ye Youyu heard this, he exclaimed in his heart, "Wow!"

Damn it, I was born a bandit.

I haven't robbed you yet, and you're robbing me?

It's the opposite of Tiangang, right?

Ye Youyu wanted to give this blind bastard a few punches so that he could tell the difference between a big king and a small king.

But doing so would only alert the enemy at the moment, so he could only suppress the urge to beat the other person into a pig's head.

"Sir, it's easy to get the news. We run a teahouse, so there's nothing we don't know about within a hundred miles."

"But I am just a casual cultivator, I don't have this spiritual stone..."

The sweet potato spirit was quite satisfied with the previous sentence.

But when he heard Ye Youyu's last sentence, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Humph!"

"No matter how poor you are, you should at least have eight or nine low-grade spirit stones!"

"If you hand it over honestly, I will spare your life today."

"But if you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless...!"

After hearing what the sweet potato spirit said, Ye Youyu was speechless.

No....even though you are just a sweet potato, you are also a medicine for becoming a spirit.

Are you so poor that you have to rob even a few low-grade spirit stones?...

Is there no food to eat at home? This is...

Just as Ye Youyu was about to speak to calm the other party down, a loud shout suddenly came from the sky not far away.

"That old fellow dared to snatch my spirit stones. He must be tired of living!"

"Search carefully for me. He should be hiding nearby. How dare a mere Foundation Establishment Stage person come to rob me? Find him for me. When I find him, I will torture him severely!"

After hearing the voice from above, Ye Youyu's mouth twitched.

The guy who flew from the sky was probably also robbed by this sweet potato spirit...

He looked at the sweet potato spirit, but saw that he was sitting there leisurely sipping tea without any hurry, as if the things in the sky had nothing to do with him.

Seeing the other party's calm and carefree look, Ye Youyu sneered in his heart.

Okay, okay, it’s fine if you rob others, but today you rob me, right?

Today I will let you see who is the ancestor of bandits!