Chapter 700 Bitter Tea House

From the moment the black monk leader asked Huan Yin questions, Huan Yin actually never said a word from beginning to end, he just stared coldly at the black monk, and the coldness in his eyes gradually became stronger.

And Huan Yin's appearance was naturally seen by the black monk leader who was closest to him. So, the black monk leader not only did not restrain himself at all, but became more arrogant: "Hey, I'm talking to you, are you dumb or what, are you looking for death?"

Now Huan Yin, although he is polite and has a scholar's temperament, which makes people feel gentle and easy to approach, he is after all a monk who has been alone for many years, and now his cultivation has reached the late stage of life god. Therefore, if he doesn't want to be polite, or even starts to get angry, he will become extremely cold and scary. Killing is not a big deal for him.

Now, the black-clothed leader was so inexplicably aggressive, which undoubtedly made Huan Yin angry and unable to restrain himself. Even though he didn't know how powerful the organization of the black-clothed leader was, with his current strength, even if he met a cultivator from the source land, he would be qualified to fight head-on. Why should he shrink back when he met a random person?

Huan Yin had been tolerant just now, just because he wanted to find the enemy of the king of hell as soon as possible and didn't want to cause trouble. Now, since the troubles were bothering him repeatedly, he didn't want to tolerate it anymore.

However, just when Huan Yin was about to kill directly and send these ignorant weaklings back to hell, a cultivator behind the black-clothed leader grabbed him and whispered a few words to him.

The voice was very small, but how could it escape Huan Yin's ears?

Huan Yin heard that the cultivator who grabbed his leader was probably saying that he was very strong and there was no need to provoke him too much.

After hearing these things, Huan Yin thought that there was still a sensible person here, so his anger subsided a little, and he temporarily put aside his plan to take action.

After a while, the communication between the black monks ended, and when the leader turned around and looked at Huan Yin again, he still had a look of disdain and arrogance. However, what he said was a little better: "Since you are new, then pay the management fee. I won't blackmail you, three thousand magic crystals, give it."

Listening to the words of the black-clothed leader, Huan Yin was stunned, thinking that he had only paid five thousand magic crystals to enter this outer island before? Why did he have to pay another three thousand after just coming in and not doing anything?

Seeing Huan Yin's hesitation, the black-clothed leader immediately showed his impatience and said: "Why, don't you want to pay?"

If it were a normal day, Huan Yin would probably ask the black-clothed leader why he paid another three thousand magic crystals. Even though he knew that this was a mess, he would still ask politely. But today, he really didn't want to talk to the black-clothed leader, so he just snorted coldly and planned to take action again.

The power of cultivation began to gradually gather in his body. Although it didn't dissipate at all, if Huan Yin took action, I'm afraid that none of the black-clothed monks in front of him would survive and would instantly become corpses.

Then, when Huan Yin's eyes swept through the black-clothed monks one by one, and somehow swept through the bitter tea shop, he saw a beautiful woman who was winking at him.

The beautiful woman looked like she was in her early thirties, and her dress was not very delicate, even a little bit like the market, and she was holding a teapot in her hand. However, she looked quite moving, and her posture was even more enchanting, and she was quite charming.

Naturally, Huan Yin didn't care about the beauty of this beautiful woman. But this beautiful woman seemed to be a kind-hearted person, with a face full of worry. She tried to wink at Huan Yin, as if she wanted Huan Yin to be patient and pay the management fee first.

Seeing the beautiful woman's appearance, Huan Yin's anger was suppressed by half, and he thought: "Looking at this Taoist friend, she should be the proprietress of the bitter tea shop. She is also a kind-hearted person. Let's listen to her advice for now. It's just right, maybe I can go to her to ask about something and get something."

So, in the end, under the various gazes from all around, Huan Yin took out a storage bag containing three thousand magic crystals and threw it to the black-clothed monk leader.

After he made this move, many street monks who were looking forward to watching the show suddenly lost interest, and a few enthusiastic monks who were sweating for Huan Yin instantly relaxed. As for the black-clothed monk leader, after counting the number of magic crystals, he also found a way out. So he showed an even more arrogant look, made a few noises to disperse the crowd, and then continued to walk forward.

Huan Yin moved and soon came to the bitter tea house.

This bitter tea house was built like a pavilion, right on the street, but it formed a sharp contrast with the crowded scene on the street. The bitter tea house was not crowded, there was only order and monks drinking tea lazily. In this way, the bitter tea house seemed quite attractive.

However, Huan Yin still found that what was really attractive was not the slightly quiet appearance of the bitter tea house, but the charm of its proprietress.

The proprietress of the bitter tea house was not only beautiful, but also had a mature woman's charm in her every move. With her posture, the entire tea house was almost full of male monks.

However, although the proprietress of the bitter tea shop was so attractive, no one in the whole tea shop dared to flirt with her. Because, although the proprietress of the bitter tea shop looked weak, she actually had the cultivation of the middle stage of the extreme realm. Such a cultivation is quite strong in this street. I think she, a woman, can gain a foothold in such a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, relying on such strength.

Finally, Huan Yin raised his foot and stepped into the bitter tea shop. And because he was too eye-catching before, he instantly attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the bitter tea shop.

However, when these cultivators found that Huan Yin's cultivation was far above theirs, they all lowered their heads in a hurry and dared not look at it again.

"Bitter tea, one hundred magic crystals a bowl." Huan Yin smiled, as if nothing had happened before. When he walked into the bitter tea shop, he saw the sign hanging on the central pillar of the tea shop, and he also read the only content written on the sign softly.

Then, Huan Yin looked at the southeast corner of the teahouse and saw that there was a small table with no one sitting there. It seemed quite quiet. He walked over there and said, "Boss lady, give me a bowl of bitter tea."

"I'll be there soon!" A charming but clean and neat female voice soon came from the center of the teahouse. It was the boss lady who responded to Huan Yin.

Huan Yin nodded and soon sat down at the table he had found. Then, the boss lady came to Huan Yin with her unique charm, holding a bowl of tea.

"Senior, your tea!" The female voice sounded again, with more charm, as if to make people's bones numb.

The boss lady was attractive, but for Huan Yin, she was not even attractive at all. If he didn't want to ask her for information, Huan Yin would not even bother to look at her. Now Huan Yin still has no good feelings for all women. Or perhaps, that very special existence can be excluded.

Huan Yin took the tea and took a sip. A hint of bitterness immediately penetrated his tongue, but this bitterness did not have a bit of rawness, but a pure bitterness, and even a mellow feeling.

But soon after the bitterness appeared, when the tea reached Huan Yin's throat, although the bitterness on the tip of the tongue still remained, a sweetness suddenly echoed from the throat, making people slightly salivate.

"Bitter first and sweet later, this tea is quite interesting." Huan Yin smiled, recalling the previous taste. However, he quickly turned to the proprietress who was still standing next to him with a smile and did not leave, and said casually: "Although the taste of this tea is interesting, its effect is really limited. The price of one hundred magic crystals does not seem to be worth it."

Huan Yin's words were naturally just said casually, mainly to make himself and the proprietress next to him have a good time. But what he said was also a real feeling. After all, the bitter tea sold in this bitter tea shop, although it has a slight effect of restoring spiritual power and improving cultivation, is too weak. It has no effect at all for a cultivator like Huan Yin. If you compare this tea with the Fengyu Tea in the Ghost Domain Fengyu Tower, it is simply a world of difference.

After hearing Huan Yin's evaluation, the proprietress's smile did not diminish at all. Instead, she sat down next to Huan Yin and said, "I am honored to receive a compliment from the senior on the taste of my inferior tea. As for the efficacy, how easy is it to catch the senior's eye? And the price... Actually, the original price of this bitter tea was only twenty magic crystals per bowl." The proprietress said with a sweet laugh.