Chapter 453 Dream Reality, Mr. 5 Liu? !

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It took a few seconds for a single crystal grape to enter Zhong Ling's belly.

But seeing that Zhong Ling was still full of ideas, Yang Fan was not stingy, and took out another one and put it in front of Zhong Ling.

But this time, Zhong Ling was obviously not as excited as before, looked up at Yang Fan, and started to eat a large piece of crystal grape again.

"Your companion spirit body, Zhong Ling, feels the care and love of the master. He is in a good mood, happy in spirit, and his loyalty has improved a little."

Yang Fan's handsome face darkened.

It's a bit too much.

The second grape doesn't even have any loyalty at all. It's a level 4 spiritual fruit, and many people may never have the chance to eat it in their entire lives.

As a result, this girl started to dislike it after eating the second one, a typical prodigal rhythm.

With such a tricky little mouth, I don't know how many spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits he will waste in the future!

Yang Fan resolutely renounced the confession.

I will never get used to her stink.

As soon as he raised his hand, he summoned his private brain from the outside world, and opened the cartoon of "Stupid and Cute Chicken". Yang Fan whispered: "You should watch the cartoon here first, brother, go out and be quiet!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan walked away directly.

Zhong Ling's eyes lit up, he took the watch with great interest, and lay down on the sea casually, immersing himself in the animation, not paying attention to Yang Fan's departure at all.

"Your companion spirit body, Zhong Ling, feels the care and love of the master. He is in a good mood and happy spirit. His loyalty has been greatly improved, and his loyalty is +10."

Mind just returned.

Yang Fan received this prompt from the system, and then Yang Fan was stunned, and couldn't help smiling and shaking his head.

A cartoon has directly surpassed ten or even twenty fourth-level spiritual fruits. This little guy, even though he has lived for more than 1,600 years, is still like a child, so easy to coax .

fair enough.

save money.

Yang Fan's mood instantly became very happy. After going out, find a few more cartoons for this girl, maybe her loyalty can be fully valued easily.

With his thoughts returning to his body, Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes.

The bathhouse is gone.

His clothes came back again.

It was as if everything he experienced in the bath just now had never happened.

"You broke through from the heaven-level psionic phantom array, and you realized something in your heart, and learned the heaven-level psionic phantom formation-dream reality. Mental power +100, formation experience +1. Initial skill proficiency + 100, current skill proficiency (100/1000)."

moment.

The formation technique experience, as well as the principle of fantasy and reality illusion formation were imprinted in Yang Fan's mind. Yang Fan realized something, and when he looked at the world in front of him again, he felt that everything seemed to be in the mist, and he felt more and more illusory. .

When you don't understand, everything in front of you is real, and you feel that everything is clearly visible, and what you see is what you hear.

With a little bit of understanding, everything in front of you is illusory, and you feel that everything you see is blurred, and what you see is illusory.

Yang Fan feels this way now.

Obviously just now he felt that the world he was in was extremely clear, but after the formation technique experience and the heavenly magic formation were imprinted in his mind, the whole world seemed to have changed.

Looking at the mountains is not a mountain, and the water of the year is not water, I feel that everything around me is so unreal.

"What's going on here? Am I in the real world just now, or have I been in an illusion all this time?"

Yang Fan was puzzled.

His thoughts swept across the sea of ​​consciousness, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, the thousand-year-old spirit Zhong Ling was still watching the third episode of "Stupid and Cute Chicken" with relish, giggling.

Zhong Ling is real.

But why did the bathroom just now feel unreal?

And where is he now, why is there a void around him, without a trace of reality?

"It's really terrifying! I didn't expect you to completely decipher the old man's illusion of fantasy and reality in less than ten minutes. It's amazing!"

Yang Fan suddenly heard a deep and gentle sigh of admiration, and then felt that his body was being pulled by an inexplicable suction force, his eyes darkened and then brightened, and he was pulled into an antique small courtyard with just a swipe. middle.

Wooden pavilions, stone chairs, incense burners, and purple smoke.

Coupled with the gurgling stream beside the pavilion, the full moon hangs high in the sky.

There is a poetic and picturesque atmosphere.

On the stone chair in the gazebo, there is a thin old man with white beard and hair, who is carefully setting the fire and cooking tea. The fragrance of tea is wafting in the direction of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan lifted his nose and sniffed lightly, and couldn't help slurring his teeth.

Even a layman like him, who usually drinks tea only to quench his thirst, feels that the taste of this pot of tea must be good.

Is this fantasy, or is it real?

Yang Fan didn't speak, and stared intently at the old man and the surrounding environment for a long time, but he couldn't see any flaws.

"You have been in the fantasy reality of the heaven-level psionic magic array for a minute, and your heart has been touched, and your understanding of the fantasy reality array has been further deepened. The array technique experience +1, skill proficiency +500."

Hearing the system prompt, Yang Fan confirmed that he should indeed be in the illusion now, but the illusion here is too real, so real that with his current skill level of dreaming reality, he can't see any flaws at all.

What a brilliant illusion technique.

What a powerful way to trap the enemy.

I can't accept it.

"Why, my friend, aren't you going to come over and have a drink of the old man's new Daqianmen?"

The old man who was cooking tea looked up at Yang Fan, stroked his beard, and greeted him softly.

Yang Fan restrained his mind, and cupped his hands at the old man: "This old gentleman invited me, Xiao Ke is new here, how offensive, dare to ask the old gentleman's respect?"

Yang Fan didn't dare to take it lightly, from the words of the old man just now, and the magical means of summoning him, it all shows that the old man in front of him is an extremely powerful illusion master.

The real illusion he experienced in the bathhouse before should have been written by him.

Dream reality, although it is an illusion, there is reality in the emptiness, and emptiness in the reality. That space may be fake, but the thousand-year-old chalcedony and thousand-year-old spirit there are all real existence.

The millennium chalcedony spirit liquid and the nine-colored black jade are still quietly placed in his collection space, and Zhong Ling has signed a soul contract with him and has become his companion soul pet.

These are real things that cannot be faked.

And being able to casually take out a whole bathhouse of thousand-year-old chalcedony as bath water, and take an extremely rare thousand-year-old spirit body as the ultimate reward for passing the level, such an existence is definitely not a simple thing.

Can't afford to provoke.

Therefore, Yang Fan is acting very well-behaved now.

Be polite.

The old man in the pavilion really liked this, seeing Yang Fan being so polite, the smile on his face was even bigger.

"You don't have to be so cautious." The old man waved to Yang Fan with a warm smile, and said, "Come, sit opposite the old man. If you have anything to say, let's talk slowly."

"Thank you, old man, it would be better to be obedient if you were born that night!"

Yang Fan cupped his hands at the old man again, and then stepped carefully into the pavilion.

The aroma of tea is stronger, upon hearing this, Yang Fan felt refreshed, and his whole mind became clear.

"You smelled a hint of the aroma of the ninth-level spiritual tea, and your mind is clear, and your mental power has improved, mental power +300, intelligence +1."

The system prompt followed, Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but lifted his nose and took another sniff. As a result, the fragrance was still there, but he didn't have the refreshing feeling just now.

The old man chuckled, knowing what Yang Fan did.

"To be able to discover the mystery of the Great Front Gate so quickly, your affinity for spiritual power is really extraordinary."

The old man praised softly, and looked at Yang Fan with more satisfaction.

Hearing the name Daqianmen, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth couldn't help twitching. The name was chosen casually, and it sounded like the name of some kind of cigarettes before the catastrophe.

"The old man praised me, the junior is just a little bit better than ordinary geniuses, it's not worth mentioning."

Yang Fan was very modest, and slowly sat down on the stone chair opposite the old man, and said softly: "To be honest, this junior doesn't have much research on tea ceremony, but this tea from senior is extraordinary. I wonder if this junior will be lucky enough to drink it later. A cup?"

"Naturally!" The old man laughed, stroked his beard and said: "This time I invite you here to meet friends over tea. If you like it, you can naturally drink a few more cups."

"I'm not bragging. Except for this old man, you won't be able to find even a single trace of this big front door on the entire original planet. It is definitely the best of the best."

The old man seemed to enjoy Yang Fan's compliments on his tea products, he was in a good mood, and he started boasting unconsciously.

"That's natural." Yang Fan took it for granted, and continued to flatter, saying: "The spirit tea of ​​the Ninth Grade Realm, let alone drinking it before, I have never even heard of it. It's like you, senior." Only with great ability can we have the opportunity and ability to pick such a superb spiritual tea."

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help raising his head to take a deep look at Yang Fan: "You have good eyesight, a junior, and you can tell the grade of this old man's spiritual tea at a glance, not bad, not bad!"

"It was just a fluke, and the senior praised it." Yang Fan asked the old man again: "I don't know the old man's name yet, can I tell you conveniently?"

Yang Fan tried to use an identification technique on the old man just now, and as expected, the results of the identification were all a series of question marks without any information.

"It's just a name, it's not worth mentioning." The old man smiled and shook his head, and said softly: "If you have to have a name, you can call this old man Mr. Wuliu."

Mr. Wuliu?

Yang Fan's teeth became sore for a while, this old man, did you think he was Yang Shuaishuai and hadn't read a book?

Mr. Wuliu is obviously an ancient nickname, so let you borrow it shamelessly?

Contemptuous in his heart, but still with a smile on his face, Yang Fan cupped his hands and saw it: "It turned out that Mr. Wuliu was face to face, this junior is being polite."

"Dare to ask senior, what is this place? Senior called junior to come here, isn't it just to drink tea and chat?"

Yang Fan asked directly.

Mr. Wuliu smiled slightly, and did not answer in a hurry, but gently picked up the teapot in his hand, and slowly filled a cup into the teacup in front of Yang Fan.

"I'm not in a hurry to talk about some miscellaneous things beforehand. Come on, little friend, let's try the old man's tea-making skills first."