After being dressed as green tea cannon fodder, I captured the hero

The setting sun is like blood, and the fiery red clouds seem to be ignited, rendering the light blue sky rich and colorful.

The majestic mountains stand tall, and half of the mountaintops are hidden in the clouds. Against the background of the setting sun, it is set off with a sense of grandeur.

Wuji Sword Sect, one of the three major sects of cultivating immortals in the world, is located on the top of this mountain surrounded by mountains. The afterglow of the evening sun shines on many buildings built against the mountain, adding a lot of momentum to those magnificent halls.

And a sharp sound came from somewhere in Wuji Sword Sect, like an arrow piercing through the air, startling countless birds in the surrounding woods.

I saw a few disciples wearing Zongmen costumes standing in the woods. These disciples had naked ridicule and laughter on their faces, and even uttered extremely hurtful words in their mouths.

"As for you trash, you are still an outer disciple, and you are worthy of taking such spiritual grass as Bihuacao?"

"After ten years of cultivation, I have only reached the second level of Qi training. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a waste of waste. Bihuacao is also a waste of money in your hands."

"That's right! The trash on the second floor of Qi Refining, how dare you imagine Bihuacao and other fourth-grade spiritual grasses, you won't be afraid of exploding and dying if you eat them!"

"Hand over the Jade Flower Grass obediently. In terms of fellowship, we can also save you from suffering!"

The young man surrounded by him was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was wearing similar clothes to the others, it could be seen that his clothes were much more plain and unpretentious.

Faced with many threats and ridicules, he tightened the spirit grass in his hand, his eyes were cold, "What if I don't?"

Bihua grass is a low-level spiritual grass, which has the effect of quickly replenishing spiritual power. It is also one of the main materials for refining qi pills. The higher the level, the greater the effect. The highest level is fifth-level. The plant is the fourth rank, so it's no wonder that these inner disciples want to grab it.

A few people around burst into laughter.

"Who does he think he is, and his tone is so arrogant!"

"I want you to be more sensible, but you don't want to drink fine wine! Do you want to die!"

"No! It's a blessing that you cultivated in eight lifetimes for my little uncle to ask you for this spiritual herb! How dare you refuse!"

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The scene was noisy and noisy, several inner disciples approached the boy, and they were about to strike.

Gu Xingge narrowed his eyes, and a trace of sword energy faintly appeared in the other hand hanging on the ground.

Just when a few people were about to make a move, a clear youthful voice came from behind, the voice was crisp and coercive, "Stop!"

As expected, several inner disciples withdrew their hands and looked at the person who made the sound.

It was a 15-year-old boy who was not tall and was wearing a white robe. Black patterns were embroidered on the hem of the plain white robe, and a crane-shaped jade pendant was tied around his waist. His skin was as white as snow lotus, and his eyes were as bright as stars. She looked a little immature, but still showed some aloof and noble aura.

This young man is Jiang He, the youngest closed disciple of the head of Wuji Sword Sect.

"Little Martial Uncle?" The leading inner disciple bent down and called out respectfully.

At this time, Jiang He stared at the blood-stained young man not far away, his face was calm, but his heart was already overwhelmed.

How could this be? !

Isn't he dead?Wasn't he killed by this man!

Why are you standing here? !

Seeing the spirit grass in the young man's hand, Jiang He's pupils shrank, realizing what was going on right now!

Covering the turbulent waves in his eyes, Jiang He frowned at several inner disciples, "Is this how you treat your fellow disciples? I want the Jade Flower Grass in his hand, yes, but I didn't let you use this method Go grab it!"

A few inner disciples looked at me and I looked at you, their faces were as pale as ghosts, and they didn't dare to lift their heads.

Little Martial Uncle is notoriously arrogant and domineering, and has a bad temper. If he accidentally offends him, the end will be miserable!

They didn't understand at all, this Bihuacao was obviously wanted by the junior uncle, why now the junior uncle started scolding them uncharacteristically.

Thinking about it in their hearts, the few inner disciples did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

Jiang He passed these inner disciples, walked in front of the young man in a few steps, raised his chin and said, "I really want this Jade Flower Grass in your hand, but I, Jiang He, don't do cheap tricks like killing people and seizing treasures." For the matter, and the Bihuacao was indeed taken by you, for the sake of my fellow sect, I will exchange this bottle of qi pill with you."

As he spoke, Jiang He took out a green vial from his arms and threw it to the boy.

The leading inner disciple immediately stood up and said excitedly, "Young Master Uncle, absolutely not! His Jade Flower Grass is no match for your bottle of Qi Bu Pill!"

"Yes, little uncle! Absolutely not!"

"Little uncle, you can't ask this kid to take such a big advantage!"

"He's an outer disciple, so it's only natural for him to honor my junior uncle with Bihuacao. There's no need for my junior uncle to exchange it with him!"

The people around were very noisy with each other, Jiang He squinted, and the coercion of the foundation establishment period disappeared with sharp eyes, and instantly shut up those people.

Jiang He's expression was displeased, he was obviously a 15-year-old boy, but he had an old-fashioned taste, "I want you to talk too much about what I do?"

Several inner disciples trembled, "I dare not."

Junior Martial Uncle is the youngest closed disciple of the head of the sect, he is loved by the head of the sect, even the senior brothers and sisters above are obedient to him, giving him what he wants, how can they be messed with.

Moreover, the way of cultivating immortals advocates strength. The little uncle is only 15 years old, and he has cultivated to the middle stage of foundation establishment. He is a well-deserved genius!

How dare they challenge the decision of the little uncle.

Jiang He's eyes fell on the young man again, his face was invisible, but his hands behind the sleeves of the wide robe were tightly squeezed together, "You will definitely make a profit from this deal, and I only need a Jade Flower Grass ,how do you feel?"

Steady profit without loss is not bluffing. Although the fourth-grade Jade Flower Grass is precious, it is not unattainable, and Jade Flower Grass is only a low-level spiritual herb.

Although Buqi Pill is also a basic medicine, it is easier to be absorbed by the body and has a greater effect than Lingcao.

And taking care of Xingge's current cultivation base, if he directly swallowed the Jade Flower Grass, he would definitely die in an explosion. The unrefined Jade Flower Grass is too effective, and Gu Xingge's strength at the second level of Qi training can't be absorbed at all, so For him, Qi Bu Pill is the best choice.

Although low-level spiritual herbs can only be refined into low-level pills, Jiang He's bottle of qi-invigorating pills is undoubtedly a high-grade low-level medicine.

The most important thing is that a single Jade Flower Grass can only refine three qi-invigorating pills at most, not to mention that the Jade Flower Grass is only the main material for refining qi-invigorating pills, and no other auxiliary materials are added.

So in this transaction, Gu Xingge made a steady profit without losing money, and made a lot of money.

It stands to reason that Jiang He's identity is there, so there is no need to make this deal with Gu Xingge. The law of the jungle already preys on the weak in the cultivation world. Even if he kills Gu Xingge and takes the Bihuacao, no one can say anything. At most, Jiang He Killing fellow disciples is cruel.

Even so, there is the head of the Wuji Sword Sect on his behalf, who is not a threat to him at all.

The reason why he chose this method was because he didn't want to spend the holidays with Gu Xingge!

Jiang He clenched his trembling hands, complex emotions spread in his eyes.

For the first time, he did snatch the Bihuacao from Gu Xingge's singer, and even later suppressed and humiliated Gu Xingge in various ways, and the final result was his death!It also caused the entire Wuji Sword Sect to be buried with him!

This time, he must not make a wrong choice!

[The author has something to say: Hahaha!I'm coming!

Let's take a look at how Jiang He makes green tea. Let's accept the white cut black hero! 】