To say that he was a sly old man.
But this tea was real.
To say that he was sincere.
But drinking this tea was in danger of having one's head explode.
Therefore, Yang Fan really didn't understand what this old man meant.
He didn't believe that someone could accurately determine the specific scope of his sea of consciousness just by looking at him.
How big was Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, other than himself, even Zhong Ling who was still watching cartoons inside might not know, let alone this spirit in front of him.
But.
If it was just to kill someone, was it necessary to give up a cup of the only ninth grade spirit tea in the world?
It was too extravagant, too wasteful.
Even if his family had a mine, he couldn't be so willful.
Yang Fan curiously looked up at the old man in front of him. Under his eager gaze, he raised his hand, tilted his neck, and gulped down a cup of hot tea.
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched.
A cow chewing peony!
To think that he thought that this kid would have some taste and would taste it carefully and then say something about the taste of the tea.
In the end.
He was looking forward to it.
This kid was simply a reckless person. Drinking tea was really like drinking water, just to quench his thirst.
From this point of view, Yang Fan could be considered honest. After all, from the beginning, he had said in advance that he didn't know much about the tea ceremony.
"You drank a cup of ninth grade spirit tea. In your sea of consciousness, the sea of consciousness is surging, and the waves are ten feet high. Mental Strength + 20000, Soul Origin + 100. "
In an instant.
Yang Fan's head swelled, and he had a splitting headache. He felt as if he was stuffed, and there was a feeling that he wanted to gush out.
An increase of 20,000 points of mental strength was still within his acceptable range.
But the sudden influx of 100 drops of Soul Origin caused Yang Fan's sea of consciousness to swell. It was like a balloon being filled with too much air, and the egg liquid in the eggshell suddenly increased by a third.
There was a feeling that it was going to explode and burst.
F * ck.
Wasn't it said that only cultivators with a Sea of Consciousness space of 30,000 kilometers or less would explode after consuming it? Why was there such a strong swelling reaction when his Sea of Consciousness space had already reached 33,800 kilometers?
He wouldn't really explode, would he?
Yang Fan felt guilty and regretted it a little.
Was it because he was relying on the system that his mentality was a little unstable? Was that why he was so reckless and impulsive?
"I should have been more cautious! I seem to have been a little careless this time. "
Yang Fan supported himself with both hands on the table. His face was blood-red, and his head seemed to have swelled up.
Mister Wu Liu looked at Yang Fan with a bit of surprise. He clicked his tongue and said, "You're really a junior. You swallowed an entire cup of Da Qianmen in one go, and your head didn't explode. It seems that the space in your sea of consciousness is really not ordinary. Amazing!"
With that said, the old man unhurriedly picked up the teacup in front of him and took a small sip.
Then, there was a slight flush on the old man's face. A cup of spiritual tea entered his lungs, and his body and mind were satisfied.
"Boy, has no one ever told you that this good tea needs to be savored sip by sip?"
"It's very easy for someone like you to choke to death if you're like a cow chewing on a peony!"
With that said.
The old man picked up the teacup again and took a sip. The expression on his face was extremely satisfied and enjoyable. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Fan, whose breathing had gradually stabilized and whose head had gradually returned to its original size.
"However, you're really amazing. Not only is your head hard, but the space in your sea of consciousness seems to be ridiculously large."
"You know, for such a cup of ninth grade spiritual tea, even I don't dare to drink it like you did just now. I can only taste and refine it in small sips. Otherwise, my soul shadow will inevitably collapse quickly because it can't withstand too much origin power."
In an instant.
Yang Fan's face showed two big words of embarrassment.
It turned out that.
Was this the correct way to consume the ninth grade spiritual tea?
The explosion in the System's remark was the instantaneous effect after drinking the whole cup of spiritual tea at the same time?
In this way, he really misunderstood the old man opposite him. Did he really come to give prizes and benefits out of kindness?
However, what was there to say? Couldn't you say it in advance?
"I've embarrassed myself in front of Mr. Wu Liu. I'm really thirsty and in a hurry."
"However, your spiritual tea is full of after-effects. It's really satisfying. I wonder if you can give me another cup?"
Yang Fan shamelessly stretched out his cup and asked for it. The smile on his face was like a flower, and there was no longer any awkwardness or embarrassment.
How could he only drink one cup of such a good thing?
"Okay." Mr. Wu Liu did not refuse. He raised his hand and refilled Yang Fan's cup. He said softly, "However, the effect of the ninth grade spiritual tea is special. Generally speaking, only the first cup has the best effect. The second cup can only restore some vitality, and there is no increase effect."
"However, its taste will not change. It's still so mellow and pleasant, leaving a rich aftertaste. It's worth tasting again and again."
With that, Mr. Wu Liu couldn't help but pick up the teacup and take another sip. His face was intoxicated.
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.
Was it another one-off deal?
He didn't believe it and took a sip. It was indeed mellow and full of spiritual power. However, it no longer had the dizzying feeling of the first cup.
"You drank a mouthful of the ninth grade spiritual tea. Your spiritual power has increased, and the strength of your soul has increased. Spiritual power + 50, and the strength of your soul + 30. "
The system prompt sounded as expected. The effect of the second cup of spiritual tea was not just a little bit different from the first cup.
In an instant, Yang Fan lost interest.
With a thought, he took the opportunity to drink the tea and put all the tea in the cup into his storage space.
The ninth grade spiritual tea.
It could be encountered but not sought. Although it didn't have much effect on him now, it might not be the case for others.
Now that there was something good, Yang Fan naturally thought of his sister.
Little Yang Guo was also a spiritual spiritualist. This kind of ninth grade spiritual tea that could replenish the origin of the soul to a great extent would certainly be of great help to the little girl.
At most, he could drink it slowly in small sips. There would always be a moment when he could refine all the spiritual power in the spiritual tea.
Seeing Yang Fan's small movements, Mr. Wu Liu smiled and shook his head, but he didn't say anything to stop him. However, when Yang Fan reached out to ask for a third cup, the old man was unwilling to refill Yang Fan's cup.
"Little friend, don't blame me." Mr. Wu Liu said faintly, "The tea is limited. I still have to leave some for the future. If I give it all to little friend, I'm afraid the next person to pass will have objections. "
Yang Fan curled his lips.
How stingy. Didn't he say he could drink as much as he wanted?
Feeling a familiar aura suddenly flash behind him, Yang Fan's heart moved. He hurriedly turned around and saw a dumbfounded cousin Wang Zhe standing outside the pavilion, looking around vigilantly.
Could it be that the latecomer the old man was talking about was cousin Wang Zhe?
Yang Fan's mood was a little better. Wang Zhe's words were good, at least the fertile water didn't flow to other people's fields.
However, when the four of them entered the door of opportunity, Wang Zhe was actually able to beat Tian Feiyao and arrive here first. It was really surprising.
"Eh? What the hell is that little thing lying on cousin Wang Zhe's head? A thousand year spirit body? "
Yang Fan's gaze swept and quickly noticed that there seemed to be a little spirit wandering around in Wang Zhe's hair. It looked very intimate, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
What was this situation?
Cousin Wang Zhe was just a martial artist. His spiritual power wasn't even as strong as a second level spirit spiritualist. What method did he use to capture a thousand year spirit body and make her willingly recognize him as her master?
As someone who had experienced it, Yang Fan had a deep understanding of how difficult it was to subdue a thousand year spirit body.
First of all, if one's spiritual power wasn't sharp enough, one couldn't detect the existence of a thousand year spirit body at all.
In fact, if one's spiritual power wasn't strong enough and didn't have the ability to restrain a thousand year spirit body, even if it recognized him as its master, the thousand year spirit body was very likely to turn the tables and make the master and servant switch positions.
Therefore, Yang Fan was really puzzled. How did Wang Zhe do it? Not only did he successfully discover the existence of a thousand year spirit body, but he also smoothly made it recognize him as its master and follow him so willingly?
You're awesome, my cousin! '
"Young friend, since you're here, why don't you come to the pavilion for a chat?"
Mr. Wu Liu turned on his hospitality mode again and directly sent an invitation to Wang Zhe.
Wang Zhe was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly recovered from his confused expression. When he saw the old man and Yang Fan in the pavilion, he was delighted and hurriedly greeted, "Cousin, you're here too!"
Wang Zhe was very happy to meet an acquaintance, and it was his cousin. He walked directly into the pavilion and sat down beside Yang Fan.
"I didn't expect you to get here so quickly. It seems that you have gained a lot from this opportunity." Yang Fan smiled and congratulated him.
Wang Zhe's cultivation aura was obviously much stronger than before. There was no need to ask to know that he must have gained a lot in the secret realm in front of him.
Wang Zhe smiled and said, "Brother, I just fell into a hot spring bathroom. The spring water in the bath was all gathered by the Diyuan Spiritual Liquid. Its effect is extraordinary. After absorbing and refining it for more than half a month, my cultivation directly broke through to the seventh level of the supreme power realm!"
Wang Zhe was very excited. He had risen three levels in a row. In the past, he didn't even dare to think about it.
Even when he was in the Dai Xing Guest House before, with the help of Yang Fan, he had only been promoted from the second level of the martial arts grandmaster to the fourth level.
But now, he was rapidly rising from the fourth level of the martial arts grandmaster to the seventh level of the martial arts grandmaster. The spiritual power and spiritual force required, as well as the cultivation barrier in the middle, were simply incomparable.
The Martial Arts Secret Realm was indeed a Martial Arts Secret Realm. The opportunities inside were as magical as the legends said!
"Young friends, can you talk later?" Mr. Wu Liu softly interrupted the conversation between the two. He raised his hand and pointed to the tea set on the table. He said lightly, "I, if you don't drink this tea, it will be a little cold."
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