NovelBonte Chapter 58 This cup of tea, I'll drink it
Chapter 58 This cup of tea, I'll drink it
Chapter 58 This cup of tea, I'll drink it
"Old Fan, why don't you let me open my eyes and take a look at the magic circle?" Sun Feixiong asked.
"it is good!"
Fan Qiusheng made a formula with both hands, his internal energy surged violently, and he stomped his feet: "Forgive me!"
I saw black and white air waves rising from both sides of the mirror.
The air waves interweave, turning into two little dragons, one black and one white, galloping and playing among the clouds and mist.
"The dragon is the supreme, and the blessings are long."
"Obtain this treasure, if there is a dragon vein in the house, it will be safe and prosperous."
Fan Qiusheng stroked his beard and said proudly.
"Sure enough, it's a divine object!"
"It's a pity that I don't have this blessing as a host." Master Ding sighed deeply.
"Master Ding, this is one of them."
"This treasure has a second benefit."
"Those who get the treasure can absorb the most yin and yang dragon energy from it every day, which can not only cure diseases, but also enhance the energy of the dantian."
"It's a rare magic weapon for cultivation and town house."
"Let's put it this way, with this mirror, your home is Kunlun Mountain, and your cultivation will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."
When Fan Qiusheng said this, he leaned in front of the mirror and took a deep breath, only to see the two dragons exhale a puff of cloud air, which was absorbed by them.
Everyone had never seen such a treasure, and they were all tempted for a while.
Sun Feixiong quietly looked at Jiang Han.
Jiang Leng smiled coldly.
This mirror is full of sinister energy, and it is clearly a thing of evil cultivators.
Ordinary people who want to make offerings will sooner or later have their families ruined and their families destroyed.
It was clearly for Sun Feixiong to set a trick.
Sun Feixiong is the only son, and the old man of the Sun family is very weak.
He has long been in charge of all the affairs of the family.
If Sun Feixiong could be caught, Fan Qiusheng's wealth would be in Fan Qiusheng's pocket.
That is not comparable to selling a piece of jade and earning a little money.
But face is indeed a good thing.
Among other things, at least it is good for Lu Xiaomi to settle down.
"Everyone, as a treasure appraiser specially invited by Lord Ding, Fan can only say so much."
Fan Qiusheng clasped his hands together and sat down again.
"Hey!"
"A magic weapon that can cure diseases, cultivate, and support people is really rare."
"Honestly, I'm tempted."
"It's a pity that there are rules, I can't get out of the game, it's a pity, it's a pity."
"Which one of you bought it later, if you get tired of playing, you can sell it to Ding."
Master Ding stood up and sang a promise.
As the boss of Mingyue Pavilion, according to the rules, he can only play games and cannot participate in the treasure hunt.
As soon as he yelled, the people present became more and more eager to move.
"Mr. Zhou, [-] million is still affordable, why don't you buy it." Song Ziyi was a little moved.
"You can't believe the words of the warlocks, so let's wait and see."
Mr. Zhou was well-informed and shook his head immediately.
"I'll give [-] million, not for anything else, just to keep Anzhai safe."
Someone down there is asking for a price.
However, the price is too high.
Song Ziyi didn't make a move, and the others didn't dare to make a move, they all focused on Sun Feixiong.
Apart from Song Ziyi, the only one sitting here is this rich and powerful young man.
"[-] million times!"
"[-] million times!"
Master Ding was still smiling.
But the anxiety that flickered in his pupils failed to hide from Jiang Han's eyes.
Jiang Han vaguely grasped the bottom line of this group of people.
Lord Ding, Fan Qiusheng, and Ping Shao should be in the same group.
Especially that Young Master Ping, who should have been entrusted by Lord Ding.
"Young Master Sun, don't come again when you can't miss this opportunity!"
"If you want the Sun family's fortune to continue, this treasure must not be released."
Seeing that Sun Feixiong was indifferent, Fan Qiusheng became anxious.
"Five hundred million!"
Sun Feixiong finally waited for Jiang Han's hint, and spoke.
"Is there anything higher than [-] million?" Master Ding secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
If Sun Feixiong didn't make a move, today's game would be useless.
"5000 million!"
Someone below the price.
"Yunzhou's eldest son is 5000 million, [-] million, is there a higher one?" Master Ding asked again.
Just as Sun Feixiong was about to yell again, Elder Zhou beside him said, "It's not easy for our ancestors to conquer the world. Young people, it's better to be cautious."
Zhou's old name is Zhou Da, and he is upright.
Just now, Sun Feixiong asked for the price for Song Ziyi, and he was grateful, so he persuaded him.
But that's breaking the rules.
Don't tell if you see through, buying and selling depends on your eyesight.
Zhou Da, this is the fault of Master Ding.
"This old gentleman, may I ask Gao's name?"
Master Ding narrowed his eyes.
Anyone who knew him well knew that he was angry.
"Old man Zhou Da!" Zhou Da said proudly.
"It turned out to be Master Hongquan Zhou of Beizhou, sorry for your disrespect!"
"Mr. Zhou, isn't my tea in Mingyue Pavilion not fragrant?"
Master Ding played with the emerald green finger in his hand, and sneered coldly.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and slammed his palm on the table.
boom!
The teacup on the table rose into the air, spinning like a spinning top, and flew towards Zhou Da.
Everyone was shocked.
No one expected that Master Ding would have such skill.
"Master Ding offers tea, how dare this old man be that!"
Zhou Da is not a vegetarian either.
Seeing the tea bowl burst into the air, there was a loud shout, knowing the opponent's profound skill, he didn't dare to underestimate him.
With a lot of energy in his right hand, he waved the pipa with the back of his hand, and slapped the teacup hard.
Unexpectedly, this tea bowl is like a ten-thousand-jin cauldron, extremely heavy.
The force of the rotation was sharper than a knife, and under this blow, a tiny bloodstain was scratched on the back of the calloused hand.
boom!
Under Zhou Da's [-]% strength, the tea bowl flew back again.
On the bright side, it seems that the two of them are [-]-[-], so they won't lose face.
Master Ding was furious.
He originally thought that Zhou Da would take this cup of tea wisely, and he would take off his strength to save both sides' face.
Unexpectedly, the old thing actually dialed back again, wanting to see who is high or low.
"You ungrateful animal."
Master Ding's face was gloomy, his palm shook like a snake, and he pushed the tea bowl over with his palm.
Toot!
The teacup spun wildly and flew towards Zhou Da again.
Zhou Da looked serious.
He channeled [-]% of his internal strength, and his five fingers formed claws directly towards the teacup.
This time the tea cup was as heavy as Mount Tai.
With just one touch, his fingers were almost broken.
After all, the old man is a master of internal training. He took a diagonal step backwards and made strides. With the help of kicking the ground, he exerted strength with his waist and horses, and gritted his teeth to catch it.
Rao is so, only this connection.
The dark energy on the teacup has poured into the meridians, severely wounding the lungs, and the throat feels sweet for a while.
Elder Zhou already knew well that Master Ding's strength was probably close to the internal refinement, and he was definitely not something he could match.
"What, should I drink now or not?"
Lord Ding intentionally humiliated Zhou Da to demonstrate the authority of Mingyue Pavilion.
Zhou Da's blood was so angry that he was speechless.
"Master Ding, master Zhou is new here, and he doesn't understand the rules here. I'll drink this cup of tea for him."
Song Ziyi saw Zhou Da's face turned blue and his breath was short of breath, knowing that he was injured, he hurriedly took the teacup with a smile on his face.
"What if I must have this old man drink today?"
Master Ding sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes.
He has never been a good stubble.
Good stubble can't do this kind of business.
To him, killing is just a matter of nodding.
In Dongzhou, he has no need to give face to anyone.
Song Ziyi was startled, and his smile became even stronger: "Master Ding..."
Before the words were finished, Lord Ding poked his head over and roared like a lion.
"Drink!"
"puff!"
Zhou Da, who was originally injured and couldn't even speak, couldn't bear the impact of this powerful internal force, and the blood that was suppressed in his throat spurted out wildly.
Woo!
Zhou Da snorted, clutching his chest and almost passed out.
"Old Zhou!"
Song Ziyi quickly supported him and sat down on the chair.
"Ha ha!"
Master Ding laughed out loud.
"Don't eat and drink a toast!"
"Everyone, the rules of Mingyue Pavilion are written on the big plaque at the entrance. Anyone who doesn't understand the rules will end up with this old man." Master Ding pointed at Zhou Da, very arrogant and domineering.
This business involves whether he can annex the tens of billions of assets of the entire Sun family.
Whoever blocks it will die!
Master Ding scanned around, and he saw fear in everyone's eyes.
Well, that's how he likes it.
The business had to continue, so he flicked his sleeves to hold the two Qiankun beads, and he was about to sit down.
Before the buttocks touched the seat, a relaxed and playful voice sounded from below.
"Excuse me, is there any more tea?"
(End of this chapter)