Reflect the world

Chapter 677 Good Tea (Part [-])
"There is nothing wrong with it. After killing you, whoever can walk out of the inn alive will belong to the Book of Li Huang."

The voice of the old man who had been speaking vicissitudes did not know when it became sharp and piercing, like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other, and his muddy and vicissitudes eyes became dark, making it impossible to look directly at.

Two splinters slipped out of his sleeve without a sound.

Just when the young man was feeling overwhelmed, he suddenly heard a loud bang from Mount Wutai.

As if a major earthquake had occurred, a group of people could not stand firmly.

Someone turned back in shock and looked at Mount Wutai.

On the top of the mountain, a young man in white floated out of the dust. There seemed to be invisible steps in the void, and the young man walked down the mountain gently step by step.

"Lion Roaring King? No, this is a land immortal, right? There is such a terrifying lightness skill in the world."

A group of people from the rivers and lakes who gathered here were stunned and could not understand.

"Where is the holy monk Yuantong?"

"Did they decide the winner so quickly?"

"It is impossible for the five great master-level figures to decide the winner so quickly. Is the Lion Roar King really a master-level figure?"

Countless questions lingered in the hearts of the crowd, the old man with a gloomy face regained his peace at some point, a pair of water thorns slipped into his sleeves silently, and his vicissitudes and muddy eyes stared at the cup in front of the young man in Taoist robes. Tea.

The dense air above the teacup is constantly changing, condensing into various shapes.

collapse!
There was another loud bang from the top of Mount Wutai. Under the incomprehensible eyes of a group of martial artists, there was an extra palm print on the top of Mount Wutai. The palm print was extremely clear, like a palm that had been magnified countless times by a person. There are also internal lines, and even fingerprints are clearly visible.

The huge palm print has an inexplicable Buddhist charm, and everyone seems to see a big Buddha that is as high as the sky and the earth. With a palm print, Mount Wutai is a bit shorter out of thin air.

"This is……"

A well-known swordsman in Jianghu opened his mouth wide, that one.The spear in the hand of the burly man fell to the ground at some point, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he said in a puzzled way: "The Zen of Buddhism can be felt from such a distance. To what extent?"

"One palm makes Wutai Mountain even shorter, this kind of terrifying supernatural power..."

"Isn't the holy monk's unique skill the flower finger?"

A group of people were shocked and gasped.

But looking at Tang Xuanming floating down in the air, there were endless doubts in his heart.

"With such a terrifying blow, even if the Lion Roar King has the strength of the five great masters, it is impossible for him to come back alive so easily and naturally."

"But now he is dressed in white, untouched by a single speck of dust."

"How dare he turn his back on a master-level figure? No one dares to be so arrogant."

Endless doubts arose in his heart, but Tang Xuanming had already walked back to the inn amidst the astonished eyes of countless people, looking down at the cup of tea on the table.

The boiling hot water is gradually milder and no longer so hot, and the tea leaves floating inside are stretched out a little bit, and the rich tea fragrance is tangy, which is the most suitable stage for tea tasting.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and exclaimed, "Good tea!"

"Abbot Nirvana!"

"Abbot, the abbot was beaten to death by the Lion Roar King."

At this time, there was a huge cry of grief from the temple on Mount Wutai.

The burly man froze for a moment, and the ferocity on his face completely disappeared. He picked up a pot of Nurhong in his hand, and gulped it down, his fierce eyes suddenly became drunk and hazy.

Whoa!

The wine jar was thrown on the ground by him and turned into a pile of broken tiles.

"Good wine!"

Drunken and dazed, he fell directly on the table.

Ping Pong Pong!

The martial arts practitioners in the inn with knives and swords seemed to have reacted immediately, and the swords in their hands fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Those who drank tea drank tea, and those who ate vegetables ate vegetables.

Don't forget the loud comments in your mouth.

"Good wine!"

"This braised crucian carp is good."

Zhang Longfei's trembling legs finally stopped, seeing the stiff movements of the people around him, he burst out laughing.

"It's not wine, it's obviously tea, how can it taste good?"

"what!"

The young man in the blue robe was stunned, and suddenly looked down. He was holding a teacup, and there were a few tea leaves floating on the top of the teacup. It wasn't good wine at all.

"Braised crucian carp in soy sauce, the inn doesn't have this dish, it's braised carp."

"what!"

The martial artist who was picking up the fish with chopsticks shook his hands, his bones seemed to be ripped out, and he almost rolled under the table.

Tang Xuanming didn't bother to pay attention to this group of people. To him, this group of people was too weak. Even if they were beaten to death, they would not get a single good deed. He glanced at Zhang Longfei, who was pretending to be a tiger, and he turned around calmly, and the young man quickly followed.

"Where to?"

"The nearest grandmaster is here."

This is the second time such a dialogue, but Zhang Longfei no longer feels that this young man is arrogant, but only finds his mysterious and domineering incomprehensible.

The holy monk Yuantong, one of the five great masters of the rivers and lakes, was defeated in a short while, and the pot of tea he brewed with his own hands had just bloomed the fragrance of tea. What a terrifying strength he could not imagine, it had never been seen in the rivers and lakes.

Even Li Huang back then couldn't kill a land god with such an unstoppable posture.

"The closest thing to here is the scar of the magic knife. When he practiced the knife, he became obsessed, and his meridians were disordered and retrograde. A normal person should have died long ago. Instead, she made a path. The meridians and acupoints in his body flowed endlessly, which was never accurate. No one can predict where he will strike with the next knife..."

The boy chattered endlessly in his ear, but Tang Xuanming's thoughts were no longer on him.

All his spirit was concentrated in his mind.

The majestic and majestic voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Samsara still echoed in his mind.

"Defeat Yuantong, one of the five great masters, obliterate his martial arts will, and reward him with [-] points of good deeds."

Tang Xuanming couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

And on the rivers and lakes, a huge storm began to sweep.

"The holy monk Yuantong, one of the five great masters, is dead!"

"How could it be? Yuantong has always been indifferent to the world. He just celebrated his 100th birthday last year. At that time, his spirit was still high, his face was rosy, and he looked like he could live another [-] years. How could he die suddenly?"

"The Lion Roar King has won?!"

There were also people who knew part of the inside story and asked with surprise.

The whole world is in turmoil.

Afterwards, someone climbed Wutai Mountain and learned the specific battle process.

The Lion Roaring King known by the people in the world, and now the Immortal of the Land, climbed the mountain on the second day of August, and fought a decisive battle with the holy monk Yuantong on the top of Mount Wutai.

The top of Mount Wutai was ten feet shorter, and the holy monk passed away on the spot.

The world was shaken.

(End of this chapter)