In This World of Immortality, Everyone Wants to Touch My Waist!

Bai Xiaoan traveled through time, but he was sick. Persecution Paranoia! The patriarch sent him to cultivate as an immortal? ——"He wants to touch my waist!" Master test to climb the ladder? ——"This ladder wants to kill me!" The manager asked him to weed? ——"Help! This grass wants to starve me to death, it wants to kill me!" In this world of cultivating immortals where everyone is surrounded by soldiers, Bai Xiaoan just wants to survive. Fortunately, he found a broken bottle. "The elixir is poisonous! Will your body explode and die if you eat it? Don't be afraid, I will purify it with a divine bottle!" "There is a crack in the magic weapon! Is it a fatal weakness? Don't be afraid, I will use the divine bottle to repair it!" Many years later, the entire fairy world became numb. Hostile Saint: "Why did he use a hoe to smash my best Taoist weapon?!" Ancestor of the sect: "This boy's cautious nature is unique! He has actually deduced the basic skills to the extreme!" Bai Xiaoan hid behind the billions of defense magic weapons and stuck his head out: "Don't come here! Do you all want to harm me?! I just want to live forever!"