Chapter 455: Wang Zhe Breaks Through, Brothers Meet!

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Say he is an old black pen.

But this tea is real.

Say he is sincere.

But drinking this tea has the danger of being shot in the head.

Therefore, Yang Fan really didn't understand what the old man meant.

He didn't believe that someone could be so awesome that he could accurately judge the specific range of his sea of ​​consciousness space just by looking at him.

Apart from himself, even Zhong Ling, who is still watching cartoons in it, may not be able to understand the extent of Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness space, let alone the phantom of the soul in front of him.

only.

If it's just for killing people, is it necessary to take a cup of the unique Ninth Grade Spirit Tea?

It's too extravagant, and it's a bit too wasteful.

Even if you have a mine at home, you can't be so willful.

Yang Fan raised his head curiously and glanced at the phantom old man in front of him. Under his earnest gaze, he raised his hand, raised his neck, and poured a cup of hot tea into his mouth.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched.

The cow chews the peony!

Fortunately, he just thought that this kid would have some taste, and would taste it carefully, and then he would tell one, two, three about the taste of this tea.

result.

Bai was looking forward to it.

This kid is a reckless guy at all, drinking tea is really like drinking water, just to quench his thirst.

From this point of view, Yang Fan is quite honest, after all, he has said hello in advance from the beginning, saying that he has no research on the tea ceremony.

"You drank a cup of ninth-grade spiritual tea at Daqianmen, and the spiritual sea in the sea of ​​consciousness was surging, with waves rising ten feet. Mental power +20,000, soul source +100."

instant.

Yang Fan's head swelled,

I have a splitting headache, I feel as if I've been stretched to the limit, and I feel like I want to burst out, and I feel like I'm going to rush out.

The increase of 20,000 points of spiritual power is still within his tolerance.

But the sudden influx of the hundred drops of soul source made Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness swell for a while, as if the balloon was filled with too much air, and the egg liquid in the egg shell suddenly increased by one-third.

There is a feeling that it is about to explode and burst.

Nima.

Didn't it mean that only warriors with a sea of ​​consciousness space below 30,000 kilometers would explode? Why would his sea of ​​consciousness space have reached 33,800 kilometers, and there would be such a strong expansion reaction?

It won't really be blown up, will it?

Yang Fan felt guilty for a while, a little regretful.

Is it because I have a system and my mentality is a bit blown, so I am so reckless and impulsive?

"I should be more cautious! This time it seems to be a little too big."

Yang Fan propped his hands on the table, his face was blood red, and his whole head seemed to be swollen.

Mr. Wuliu looked at Yang Fan in surprise, and tsk-tsk: "It's really a young man, the big front door that swallowed a whole cup at once, and his head didn't get blown off. It seems that your sea of ​​consciousness space is really not ordinary. ,amazing!"

As he spoke, the old man unhurriedly picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip lightly.

Then, a slight flush appeared on the old man's face, and a cup of spiritual tea was poured into his lungs, and his body and mind were satisfied.

"Boy, has no one ever told you that this good tea needs to be tasted carefully every sip?"

"It's easy to choke to death like you chew on peonies!"

talking.

The old man took another sip from his teacup, with an expression of satisfaction and enjoyment on his face. He squinted his eyes, looking at Yang Fan whose breathing had gradually stabilized and his head had gradually returned to its original size.

"However, you are really amazing. Not only is your head hard, but the space of your sea of ​​consciousness seems to be ridiculously large."

"You know, even my old man wouldn't dare to drink such a cup of ninth-grade spiritual tea like you did just now, so he can only savor the refinement carefully in small sips, otherwise, this phantom of my soul will It will inevitably collapse quickly because it cannot bear too much original power."

instant.

Embarrassment in two capital letters appeared on Yang Fan's face.

turn out to be.

Is this the correct way to take Nine Pins Spiritual Tea?

The one in the system notes will explode, is it the instant effect after drinking the whole cup of spiritual tea at the same time?

In other words, he really misunderstood the old man in front of him a little bit. He really came here to give prizes and benefits with good intentions?

It's just that if you have something to say, why the hell can't you finish it once in advance?

"Mr. Wuliu laughed at me. I'm really thirsty and anxious."

"However, your spiritual tea has a lot of stamina, and it is really enjoyable. I wonder if I can have another cup for this junior?"

Yang Fan impudently stretched out his cup to beg for it, with a flowery smile on his face, no longer any embarrassment or embarrassment.

How can such a good thing be served with just one drink?

"Also." Mr. Wuliu did not refuse, raised his hand to refill another cup for Yang Fan, and said softly: "However, Nine Grade Spiritual Tea has special effects. 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 is still so mellow and pleasant, it makes people have endless aftertaste, and it is worth tasting again and again."

As he said that, Mr. Wuliu couldn't help but took another sip from his teacup, with an intoxicated look on his face.

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.

Another one-shot deal?

He took a sip in disbelief, and it was indeed mellow and full of spiritual power, but it no longer had the dizzy bursting feeling of the first cup.

"You took a sip of the Ninth Grade Spiritual Tea Daqianmen, and your spiritual strength has increased, and the strength of your soul has increased. Mental power +50, soul strength +30."

The system notification sounded as promised, and the effect of the second cup of spiritual tea was not even the slightest difference from the first cup.

For a moment, Yang Fan lost interest.

With a thought, by raising his hand to drink tea, he put all the tea in the cup into his storage space.

Nine grades of spiritual tea.

It can be met but not sought. Although he is drinking it now, it doesn't have much effect, but others may not.

With good things, Yang Fan naturally thought of his sister.

Xiao Yangguo is also a spiritual master, and this kind of Ninth Grade Spirit Tea, which can greatly supplement the source of the soul, will definitely help the little girl even more.

It's amazing, just drink it slowly in small sips, there will always be a moment when all the spiritual power in the spirit tea can be refined.

Seeing Yang Fan's small movements, Mr. Wuliu smiled and shook his head, but he didn't make a sound to stop him, but when Yang Fan reached out to ask for a third cup, the old man refused to refill Yang Fan's cup anyway.

"Don't blame me, little friend." Mr. Wuliu said in a low voice: "The tea is limited, and I have to save some for those who come after me. If I give all of it to my little friend, I'm afraid the next passers will have opinions."

Yang Fan pouted.

Really stingy enough, you can drink whatever you want?

Feeling a sudden flash of a familiar wave of breath behind him, Yang Fan had a thought, and quickly turned around to look back, just in time to see Cousin Wang Zhe with a bewildered expression standing outside the gazebo and looking around vigilantly.

Could it be that the latecomer mentioned by the old man is Cousin Wang Zhe?

Yang Fan's mood was a little smoother, but Wang Zhe's words were okay, at least the fat water didn't flow to outsiders.

However, the four of them entered the portal of chance, and it was really surprising that Wang Zhe was able to arrive here first, ahead of Tian Feiyao.

"Huh? What the hell is that little thing lying on Cousin Wang Zhe's head? Is it a thousand-year-old spirit body?"

Yang Fan swept his gaze, and soon noticed that there seemed to be an elf wandering around in Wang Zhe's hair, which looked very intimate, and he couldn't help being surprised.

What's happening here?

Cousin Wang Zhe is just a martial artist, and his spiritual strength is not even as strong as a second-level spiritualist. How did he capture a thousand-year-old spirit body and make her willingly recognize its master?

As someone who has experienced it, Yang Fan has a deep understanding of how difficult it is to subdue a thousand-year-old spirit body.

First of all, if the mental power is not sharp enough, you will not be able to detect the existence of the thousand-year-old spirit body at all.

In fact, if the power of the soul is not strong, and there is no ability to restrain the thousand-year-old spirit body, even if it recognizes the master, the thousand-year-old spirit body is very likely to turn against the guest, causing the master and servant to change positions.

Therefore, Yang Fan was really puzzled, how did Wang Zhe manage to not only successfully discover the existence of a thousand-year-old spirit body, but also successfully make it recognize him as the master, and follow him so willingly?

Awesome, my cousin!

"My little friend, since you're here, why don't you come to the pavilion to talk about it?"

Mr. Wuliu started his hospitality mode again, and directly invited Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe was shocked when he heard the words, and he quickly came out of his ignorant expression. When he saw the old man in the pavilion and Yang Fan, his face was happy, and he quickly said hello: "Cousin, so you are also here!" Here!"

Meeting an acquaintance for the first time, and he was also his own cousin, Wang Zhe was overjoyed, he stepped directly into the gazebo, and sat down beside Yang Fan.

"I didn't expect my cousin to come here so soon. It seems that this opportunity, my cousin has gained a lot." Yang Fan congratulated with a light smile.

The aura of cultivation on Wang Zhe's body is obviously much stronger than before, and one can tell without asking, that he must have gained a lot in the secret realm of the previous level.

Wang Zhe said with a smile: "Brother, I just fell into a hot spring bath. The spring water in the bath is all gathered by the earth element spirit liquid, and the effect is extraordinary. After more than half a month of absorption and refining, it directly let my The cultivation base has broken through to the seventh level of the grand master!"

Wang Zhe was very excited, and he was promoted to three levels in a row, which was something he didn't even dare to think about in the past.

Even with the help of Yang Fan in the Dai Xing Guest House, he was only promoted from the second level of Wu Zong to the fourth level of Wu Zong.

But now, it is the rapid improvement from the fourth level of Wu Zong to the seventh level of Wu Zong. The spiritual energy and spiritual power required, as well as the obstacles in the practice encountered in the middle, are completely different.

The Martial Dao Secret Realm is worthy of being a Martial Dao Secret Realm, and the chances inside are as amazing as the legends say!

"Can you two friends talk about it later?" Mr. Wuliu interrupted their conversation softly, raised his hand and pointed to the tea set on the table, and said softly: "My tea, if you don't drink it anymore, it will be a bit cold gone."