Seeing the old Taoist priest raise a glass to invite him in this cloud, Zhang Ming immediately knew that the old Taoist priest said the words just now, and he had already seen him... Zhang Ming suddenly felt a little embarrassed. The old Taoist priest Wuchen obviously joked with him. He was the only one who was himself and Yang Chen. It was hard to joke about Yang Chen, a girl...

"Ahem, that old Taoist priest has seen us. Do you want to go down?" Zhang Ming touched Yang Chen slightly stiffly and said.

"Let's go down, anyway, I wanted to ask them at the beginning if they knew the inheritance of the White Tiger. You said, come here quietly first, tsk, be ridiculed by others..." Yang Chen smiled and looked at Zhang Ming, then dispersed the clouds and slowly landed in the direction of the old Taoist Wuchen...

Zhang Ming shrugged helplessly and fell down. The people scattered the clouds, and the two Taoist priests, one big and one small, were looking at him... It was indeed not good if they couldn't... Zhang Ming knocked his head with a headache. He really didn't want to waste time here, so he was a little impatient when he was looking for the inheritance of the White Tiger with Yang Chen during this period... But that bad premonition was like a thorn in his throat, which made Zhang Ming feel relieved...

Zhang Ming and Yang Chen fell from mid-air and sat steadily on the two cushions next to the old Taoist priest. The fragrance of tea lingers and a fresh breath hits his face. Zhang Ming suddenly felt his mind clear, and his slightly impetuous mood gradually calmed down. Zhang Ming looked at the teapot in front of him in surprise. You must know that at Zhang Ming's level, ordinary tea soup should have no effect on him.

"My friend has been a little impetuous recently, so have a cup of tea." The old Taoist priest Wuchen smiled and stretched out his hand. The teapot gently floated up. He stopped in front of Zhang Ming and slowly tilted. A light green tea soup was injected into Zhang Ming's tea cup. Then, the tea was poured into Yang Chen's tea cup and fell down again.

Zhang Ming and Yang Chen looked at each other and did not rashly drink the tea in front of them. Although the tea was really tempting, they looked at the old Taoist priest again. They saw that the old Taoist priest calmly picked up his tea cup and entered the tea, as if everything was so natural and harmonious...

The disciple of the old Taoist priest who broke this harmony, Qingyun Little Taoist priest... The little Taoist priest finally climbed up from the cliff and ran to the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest casually pointed the little Taoist priest's body, and then a blue aura burst out from the little Taoist priest. This aura flashed away, but Zhang Ming and Yang Chen could not pretend not to see it... because at that moment they obviously felt that the level of this little Taoist priest was definitely above the twenty-fifth level of the object realm...

This surprised Zhang Ming and Yang Chen. You should know that the Twenty-fifth level of the Object Realm is already considered a master on earth. Many people have not reached this level when they are old. They actually met a genius in this mountain valley. Although Zhang Ming and Yang Chen are now at higher levels than this little Taoist priest, they are all because they have received the blood crystal. It can be said that if they had not obtained the gold crystal to improve their mental power later, and after a period of continuous training, they might not have even mastered their own strength well.

Not to mention these, this little Taoist priest is definitely only twenty years old. Isn’t this saying that this kid’s talent is better than theirs, and it’s very terrifying. If this kid is in the Taoist realm, he might have been at the peak of the object realm now? And just now he sealed his cultivation and honed his body... Zhang Ming and the others have always focused on cultivating source energy and mental power, and they have less tempered their body...

"Thank you, Master." The little Taoist Qingyun respectfully bowed to the old Taoist Wuchen, then happily ran to the remaining cushion, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for himself, then carefully put it into his mouth, almost drank all the tea in the tea cup, and then leaked a lewd face... Oh no, a comfortable expression...

Zhang Ming was also surprised to see the little Taoist priest's comfortable expression. Is there any mystery about this tea? Zhang Ming stared at the green tea in front of him, and a wisp of fragrance lingered in Zhang Ming's mind.

"Um..." While Zhang Ming was staring at the tea, Yang Chen's voice came from Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming turned his head suddenly, but saw that Yang Chen also looked lewd... Oh, he put down the teacup with a comfortable face...

Zhang Ming looked up and saw the old Taoist Wuchen looking at him with a smile on his face, as if he was encouraging him to drink this cup of tea... This made Zhang Ming hesitate a little. After all, he was a stranger, and it seemed that he was a tea given by a strange strong man. Zhang Ming said he was a little afraid to drink it...

"This tea is called Qingxin. My friend, you are in a state of anxiety recently. This is not conducive to your prediction. China is about to face disaster, and you have a bad mentality." The old Taoist priest said with a smile.

Zhang Ming suddenly widened his eyes. Only a few of them should know about the things that were not good in Sichuan. How did this old Taoist priest know... Well, it can be said that it was calculated by the old Taoist priest himself, so this old Taoist priest has some strength, and the reason why he and the little Taoist priest appeared here is also worth pondering. Maybe it was also for this point.

"Senior..." Zhang Ming bowed and was about to ask something.

"Oh, drink this cup of tea first. No hurry, the sky will not fall." The old Taoist priest Wuchen interrupted Zhang Ming's question with a smile, raised his right hand and the tea cup in front of Zhang Ming slowly floated up.

Zhang Ming looked at the old Taoist priest seriously. The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Ming quietly. After a moment, Zhang Ming smiled gently, picked up the tea cup and slowly drank the tea soup. At that moment, a warm current slid into Zhang Ming's belly, and then spread all over his body little by little. Although the tea smelled a fresh fragrance, it seemed to be plain and light when drunk. Then Zhang Ming felt a kind of neutral and peaceful ambition was born in his chest, and in an instant it seemed to wash away all his fatigue and scars, because the tension and anxiety brought by that bad premonition seemed to be washed away by a pool of clear water...

Comfort is indeed a comfortable feeling like never before, even more comfortable than drinking the spring of life. The whole body is warm, and the breath of life is revealed from Zhang Ming's whole body... Zhang Ming knew that this was the spring of life that he had drunk before and was not completely digested. He just didn't know what the ingredients of this tea were, but it actually attracted the residual breath of life... It can be said that after drinking this cup of tea, Zhang Ming got a lot of benefits, and even felt a little increase in his mental power.

The scene became quiet for a moment. Zhang Ming, Yang Chen and the little Taoist Qingyun were all feeling the comfort brought by tea. The old Taoist Wuchen also stroked his beard, squared the whisk on his legs, picked up a cup of tea and savored it gently...
Chapter completed!