Wang Zhe was also very excited.
His spiritual cultivation had been advancing all the way, so much so that he was a little overstimulated and wanted to twitch.
However, after breaking through to the sixth level of Spirit Reader Master, he dared not continue.
There was no other reason.
The space of the sea of consciousness was boiling and expanding, and the source of the spirit soared sharply. His eggshell was almost unable to contain the egg white and egg yolk inside.
If he continued to drink the ninth grade spirit tea, the source of the spirit, which was already close to saturation, would definitely surge again. At that time, he would definitely explode.
There was a snap.
Brain juice burst, and blood-colored fireworks danced. The picture was so beautiful that Wang Zhe dared not imagine it.
Although the spirit tea was good, one should also act according to one's ability and not drink too much.
Not everyone could be like Yang Fan, who had a sea of consciousness space of more than 30,000 kilometers and could withstand the sudden increase of the source of the spirit.
Wang Zhe originally did not have a high spiritual talent. The sea of consciousness space and the source of the spirit could only be said to be below average. It was already the limit to be able to support him until he was promoted to the sixth level of Spirit Reader Master.
Although Yang Fan could help him smoothly break through the cultivation barrier between each level, there was no way to help him expand the scope of the sea of consciousness space. That thing was the same as talent. It was innate. The size of the initial space determined the speed of the growth of the space range. No one could change it.
Wang Zhe's initial sea of consciousness space was only about 200 kilometers. Even if he was now promoted to the sixth level of Spirit Reader Master, it only increased the space range of more than 2,000 kilometers. He was still far from being able to bear a whole cup of ninth grade spirit tea.
Looking at the remaining half of the ninth grade spirit tea in the teacup, Wang Zhe's face was reluctant and helpless. The saddest thing in life was this. The amazing treasures and peerless delicacies were in front of him, but he ate too much.
He had no luck to enjoy it!
Mr. Wu Liu saw Wang Zhe's current predicament and couldn't help but chuckle: "Little friend is not only talented, but also has extraordinary self-control. This old man admires."
The old man guarded here and had seen too many martial artists who drank too much because of greed and overestimated their abilities. They drank too much for a moment, but their spirit overflowed. The serious ones had their brains burst, and the light ones had their spirit damaged, and their spiritual cultivation was crippled.
A martial artist like Wang Zhe, who was handsome and had great self-control, was rare.
Of course, Yang Fan was an exception. From Mister Wu Liu's point of view, Yang Fan had purposely come to mess things up. He could not be considered a normal person who had cleared the stage and broken through.
Wang Zhe smiled bitterly. He felt that this old man was mocking him on purpose.
If one's talent was truly extraordinary, would they not even be able to drink half a cup of tea?
As for his amazing self-control, he was sure he wasn't mocking him for being a coward who didn't dare to take the risk.
Yang Fan raised his hand and touched Wang Zhe. "Cousin, you really can't drink anymore? This is good stuff. One cup can increase spiritual power by twenty thousand points. If you can drink all one hundred drops of Spirit Origin, it's not impossible for you to become a Level Eight Telekinesis Master. "
This was a peerless opportunity. For any Telekinesis Master, it couldn't be missed.
If Yang Fan had encountered this kind of Level Nine Spirit Tea a few days earlier, he wouldn't have had to work so hard to improve his spiritual power cultivation bit by bit. Just one cup of such Spirit Tea could easily send him to the level of Level Eight or even Level Nine Telekinesis Master.
Even now, when he reached the level of Level Nine Telekinesis Master, a cup of Spirit Tea provided him with nearly one-third of the experience for promotion. It was simply awesome.
Wang Zhe smiled bitterly and shook his head. "You think I don't want to drink it? I really can't drink anymore! "
"I've already barely absorbed and refined that mouthful just now. Although my spiritual power has increased very quickly, my Spirit Origin has already reached its limit. If I continue, my head may explode!"
Yang Fan suddenly understood.
He couldn't help but glance at Mister Wu Liu with extreme disdain. This big liar still had the cheek to say something about the correct tea tasting posture. In the end, didn't it still depend on one's own strength?
If one's strength was insufficient, even if one used their tongue to lick it bit by bit, they still couldn't finish a whole cup.
So.
For a genius like him, whether it was a small sip or a big sip, the effect was the same. He didn't need to care about those details at all.
"Since you can't finish it, then don't waste it. I'll put it away for you first!"
Yang Fan wasn't polite at all. With a wave of his hand, he put most of the remaining Spirit Tea in Wang Zhe's cup into his own storage space.
In the space, time was still, and any object that entered it was motionless, retaining its most original state before entering the space.
Therefore, Yang Fan wasn't worried at all that the tea would expire. Such a good thing naturally had to be brought out for more people to enjoy.
Sometimes, being a porter was actually quite good.
The corner of Mister Wu Liu's mouth twitched. He couldn't help but pull the teapot in front of him again. At the same time, he didn't pay attention to the correct tea tasting posture and directly drank most of the Spirit Tea in his cup in one gulp.
This kid didn't even let go of the leftovers of others. He was worried that if he was a little slower, there wouldn't be any tea left to drink.
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, feeling that he seemed to have received some kind of humiliation.
This old man really treated him as a thief and guarded against him. It was really outrageous!
Just based on your attitude, sooner or later, this young master will steal everything from you and leave nothing behind. Hmph, hmph!
I'm so heartless!
"Sir!" Yang Fan asked Mister Wu Liu softly, "There are two other companions who entered here with us. I wonder when they will be able to break through here?"
Mister Wu Liu's expression changed, and he shook his head gently, "If you want to come to I's place, you must meet two conditions. First, you must exhaust all the spiritual power in the spiritual liquid in the bath. Second, you must subdue the thousand-year-old spirit body guarding the bath. I'm afraid your two companions have no hope."
As far as the old man's Divine Thought could reach.
He saw that the man and woman were still in their own opportunities.
The man was extremely paranoid. He was scared witless by the Thousand Year Spirit Body. Let alone subduing the Spirit Body, he couldn't even do the simplest refining of the Spirit Liquid.
As for the woman, she was a cultivation maniac. After discovering that the spiritual power in the bath was abnormally rich, she directly settled down to cultivate and concentrate on refining. She didn't care about anything in the outside world. The thousand-year-old spirit body hid and didn't have much interest in her.
Even if she could finally refine all the spiritual power in the spiritual spring, she would have already lost the best opportunity to subdue the thousand-year-old spirit body.
It was impossible for the two of them to make it to this stage.
"Even Tian Feiyao can't do it?"
Yang Fan frowned and couldn't help but turn his head to look at his cousin beside him. Tian Feiyao was a Spiritual Spiritualist. Her spiritual power was unfathomable, and the strength of her soul was also not comparable to that of ordinary people. Even she couldn't easily subdue the thousand-year-old spirit body in the bath. How did his cousin do it?
"I didn't do anything?" Hearing Yang Fan's question, Wang Zhe was actually confused. "Is it so difficult to subdue a thousand-year-old spirit body? I just took a bath in the Diyuan Spiritual Liquid, and this little fellow jumped out by herself! "
"She didn't say anything, but pestered me to play games with her. She also hurried to teach me a set of martial arts skills to speed up the absorption of the Diyuan Spiritual Liquid. As a result, she recognized me as her master!"
"It's very simple. It doesn't take much effort!"
Wang Zhe said sincerely.
But in Yang Fan's ears, it was full of a burst of pretentiousness.
However, Yang Fan knew that Wang Zhe was born handsome and didn't like to joke. He had never seen him act pretentiously, so he was very confused.
Could it be that the thousand-year-old spirit body Cousin Wang Zhe met had a better temper and was easier to subdue?
Otherwise, it didn't make sense.
Wang Zhe was a Qi and Blood Martial Artist, and his spiritual power was even less than 300. A creature like a thousand-year-old spirit body, as long as it was not blind, generally would not parasitize in his narrow consciousness space and recognize him as its master, right?
It was not that Yang Fan looked down on Wang Zhe, but that was the truth. A thousand-year-old spirit body was more inclined to the cultivation of spiritual power. Only a Spiritual Spiritualist with strong spiritual power was more attractive to them.
Therefore, Yang Fan really couldn't figure it out. What kind of attraction did Cousin Wang Zhe have that could make a thousand-year-old spirit body follow him out like this?
Could there be some kind of conspiracy behind this?
Yang Fan glanced suspiciously at Mr. Wu Liu opposite him. These people set up such an opportunity checkpoint, giving spiritual liquid and a thousand-year-old spirit body. What was their purpose?
They had so much kindness that they had nowhere to put it. If they didn't give something out, they would feel uncomfortable all over?
Why didn't he believe it?
"You don't have to look at I." Mr. Wu Liu stroked his beard calmly and said, "Just like how you took Zhong Ling as your Associated Spirit Body, all of this is where Wang Zhe's opportunity lies. It is also the embodiment of your own strength. It has nothing to do with me."
"As for why Yuan Ling recognizes Wang Zhe as her master, perhaps you can ask her directly. Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise."
Mr. Wu Liu's eyes were smiling, and he seemed to be looking forward to it.
"Yes, Yuan Ling, I always forgot to ask you, why must you recognize me as your master?"
Hearing the conversation between Yang Fan and Mr. Wu Liu, without waiting for Yang Fan to ask, Wang Zhe took the lead and pulled Yuan Ling out from his head. He placed her in front of his eyes and asked her softly.
Yuan Ling blinked her small eyes and looked at Wang Zhe in a silly and cute manner. She answered naturally, "Because master is handsome! Otherwise? "
Pu!
Yang Fan almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
This could be considered a damn reason. When did a thousand-year spirit body start to judge people by their appearance?
Yuan Ling happily circled around Wang Zhe and looked at Wang Zhe's cool and handsome face with infatuation. She said with little stars in her eyes, "Master is really too handsome. So handsome that I can't refuse!"
As she said this, the little girl moved closer to Wang Zhe's cheek and kissed it with a satisfied expression.
"I'm born with a love for beauty. I refuse to be friends with all ugly people. Hmph!"
The little girl raised her head and glanced proudly and disdainfully at the old man opposite her and Yang Fan at the side. She twisted her little butt and burrowed back into Wang Zhe's hair.
Mr. Wu Liu and Yang Fan's faces darkened at the same time. They both had an impulse to raise their hands and slap this thousand-year spirit body to death.
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