Han Yu frowned slightly when he saw the fat man with a chest who approached him proactively: "Excuse me, my friend, what are you selling?"

"I sell everything. As long as the customer makes a request, I will try my best to find something satisfactory for you. Magical weapons, talismans, elixirs, exercises, secrets, spells... As long as you want it, just ask."

The fat man was talking with a smile, but his eyes were venomous as he looked at Han Yu's gray uniform as a handyman disciple, his entire body, and even the details of his hands and feet, gauging the highest possible value he could offer.

After hearing this, Han Yu was reluctant to pay attention to the fat man.

This fat man is also wearing gray clothes and should be a handyman disciple of Wanchun Valley.

A handyman disciple who didn't even get involved with the outer disciple Qing Yi, who stood on the roadside in the Zhupeng District to solicit customers, could only practice Qi at the third level, so what good things could he come into contact with?

To say that you can sell anything is naturally bragging.

Especially when he takes the initiative to talk to him, it makes him more profitable and impatient; if he is really capable, many people should take the initiative to talk to him.

After figuring this out, Han Yu ignored the fat man and turned around to wait in front of other stalls.

"Hey? Fellow Taoist, why are you leaving? If you need anything, just tell me!"

"As long as you tell me, I can naturally help you find a way! Hey, fellow Taoist..."

The fat man followed behind in surprise, calling out repeatedly.

Han Yu waved her hand to indicate that she would not buy it, and stopped in front of the scarlet-clothed girl's stall.

The girl in scarlet clothes let go of the white spirit dog in her hand, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and she let out a laugh like a string of silver bells: "Haha, third pig, have you let people see through you again? You have the three melons and two dates in your hand, and you dare to brag about it, saying you can say anything?"

But he was not talking to Han Yu in front of him, but to the fat man who had opened his mind.

The fat man "Zhu Lao San" was not angry at all: "These people judge people based on their appearance. They don't even ask who I am, Zhu San. Can the handyman disciples in the alchemy room be compared with other places?"

"As long as a little bit leaks out from the cracks in the fingers of senior brothers and sisters, they won't beg for it even if they kneel down and kowtow!"

After saying this, "Pig Lao San" raised his head again, pretending to blame Han Yu for being ignorant, and stood back where he was, still looking unkempt, and greeted the passing monks with a smile.

The scarlet-clothed girl chuckled, obviously disapproving of what "Pig Lao San" said.

However, he didn't mean to explain it to the stranger Han Yu. He just put his fingers under the chin of his dog and scratched it casually, making the dog narrow its eyes in comfort.