In fact, the little spiritual power contained in the sixth-grade spiritual tea is no longer worth mentioning for Fan Xiren and Mu Tianqing, and it does not help them improve their cultivation.

When they reach their current state, drinking spiritual tea is really a waste of taste.

The reason why Fan Xiren took out the sixth-grade spiritual tea to entertain Mu Tianqing and Yang Fan was actually the most important thing to please or repay Yang Fan.

With Yang Fan’s current level of cultivation as a ninth-level spiritual minder, drinking sixth-grade spiritual tea is simply the most appropriate.

"My friend Yang Fan, why is there no problem with the taste of this tea?"

Seeing that Yang Fan had just taken a sip and put down the teacup, the expression on his face was calm, and there was no such shock and surprise that ordinary spiritualists had when they first drank spiritual tea, Fan Xiren couldn't help but ask Yang Fan softly.

He brewed the tea himself, no matter the technique, steps, and even water. He tasted it himself just now, but it was still so warm, fragrant and mellow. No problem.

But why does it seem like it becomes a tasteless and ordinary drink when you arrive at Yang Fan?

This shouldn't be!

The higher the level of spiritual tea, the rarer it is. The few taels and sixth grade spiritual tea he collected were unexpectedly obtained by him when he was a Ling Emperor decades ago, and it can definitely be regarded as the best among spiritual tea.

At least before this, Fan Xiren had never tasted a tea that was more advanced than the sixth-grade spiritual tea.

Yang Fan is young and has a king-level cultivation level. Even if he has some opportunities and adventures, he should not have the opportunity to come into contact with high-level spiritual tea above the sixth grade.

"No, the taste is actually pretty good. Thank you for the reception." Yang Fan picked up the teacup and took another sip, and praised softly: "Spiritual tea can refresh the spirit and moisten the lungs, and can also enhance the origin of the soul. It is really a rare and excellent drink."

Fan Xiren's mouth twitched.

Such praise is really insincere. If you really think it is good, you won’t even have a sincere smile for Mao?

"Have you ever drunk this kind of spiritual tea from Guoguo before?"

Yang Fan ignored Fan Xiren's mood and asked directly.

Fan Xiren smiled and said, "Then it goes without saying that Yang Guo is my only closed disciple. I have taken some of her at the beginning of her apprenticeship, but her cultivation is still low and she can only take half a cup at a time. If she has more, she will be unable to bear it."

Yang Fan nodded.

Spiritual tea is actually extremely limited in improving its mental power, even worse than a fifth-grade and sixth-grade soul refining pill, but its improvement to the origin of the soul is extremely significant.

It is precisely because Yang Fan was fortunate to drink some ninth-grade spiritual tea in the secret realm of martial arts that his soul origin and soul strength are far superior to those of people of the same level.

Yang Guo’s cultivation is insufficient and taking too much rashly is harmful and unhelpful.

"More than that," Fan Xiren chuckled and looked at Yang Fan, and continued: "A few days ago, I asked Yang Guo to bring back some diluted spiritual tea and distribute it to Lingzun Lingtang for use. Although it did not directly awaken their mental power, it also had the effect of stabilizing the soul and clearing the eyes."

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and then he remembered that it seemed that this was really the case.

When he came back this time, he clearly felt that Yang Chaoqun and Zhao Linglan were much better in their mental state than before.

I thought that because he and his sister had a bright future, the two elders were happy when they were happy, but I didn't expect that Fan Xiren's contribution would be even more important.

This old man is so interesting.

Before that, Fan Xiren didn't know some adventures outside, nor did he know that Yang Fan had the ability to heal his old injuries.

There is no interest involved, it depends entirely on the relationship between him and Yang Guo.

Only in this way can one show sincerity and sincerity.

Yang Fanshen glanced at Fan Xiren. The old man said these words at this time, obviously he also had the intention of showing off his achievements, but Yang Fan was not disgusted.

If you do good deeds and sell favors, you still have to hide them. That is a saint.

Fan Xiren's personality is very similar to Yang Fan. Looking at him, Yang Fan felt a bit like a foul.

"It's not polite to come but not come!"

Yang Fan pulled a classical Chinese, and with a turn, he even brought out half a cup of steaming spiritual tea. He looked at Fan Xiren deeply and said, "I have drunk Mr. Fan's spiritual tea and have gained a lot. Now I'll also ask Mr. Fan to choose my cup of spiritual tea!"

Yang Fan pushed the half cup of nine-grade spiritual tea left by Wang Zhe's cousin to Fan Xiren.

It’s not that he is stingy and stingy, but that there are too many disciples at home. The half pot of spiritual tea he sent from Mr. Wuliu is not enough for the disciples to share the food. It would be considered generous to be able to take out half a cup for Fan Xiren.

The ninth-grade spiritual tea comes out.

The tea fragrance emitted by the water vapor rising from the cup was extremely domineering to dispel the aroma of the sixth-grade spiritual tea on the table, and pressed it tightly into the tea in the cup.

"This is...the big front door?!!"

Fan Xiren and Mu Tianqing were excited, and at the same time stood up and exclaimed, staring straight at the under-full cup of tea in the cup.

Yang Fan was stunned. He easily judged the name of the tea after just smelling the silk. These two people were obviously experts in the tea ceremony.

Judging from the expressions of the two, Yang Fan knew that he no longer needed to talk to him. The effects of the Nine-grade Spirit Tea, I think these two people should be much clearer than him.

"By chance, only half a cup of remnants is left. I hope Mr. Fan will not dislike him, and please forgive me!"

Yang Fan whispered to the crime, but he only took out half a cup of tea, which was really unreasonable.

"Don't dislike it! Don't dislike it!" Fan Xiren waved his hands repeatedly, with an excited look on his face, staring at half a cup of spiritual tea on the table with a helpless look, and said in a vocal voice: "Not to mention half a cup, even if it only has one drop, it can enter my mouth, I am satisfied, and I have no regrets in this life!"

"This is the Daqianmen! The only ninth-grade spiritual tea in the world! I have been looking forward to it for a long time. I thought I would never have the chance to taste the charm in this life. I didn't expect that today, there would be such a fortune!"

"It's indeed a great fortune!" Mu Tianqing interrupted, "The old tea tree that produced the Daqianmen had hidden itself fifty years ago and was no longer exposed in front of others. I heard that even the Three Emperors today could not find its trace."

"I didn't expect that after fifty years, I would be lucky enough to smell the tea fragrance of Daqianmen again. It's really fascinating!"

As he said that, Mu Tianqing suddenly turned his head and looked at Fan Xiren, saying, "Old Man Fan, you can't just take such a delicacy. You have to even my mouth with me no matter what! Otherwise, the friendship of hundreds of years will be ruined!"

"If you want to pull it down, just pull it down!" Fan Xiren looked bachelor, reached out and protected the spirit tea in his hand, and looked at Mu Tianqing proudly: "This is the thank you brother Yang Fan to me. I want to keep it and taste it slowly. It has something to do with you? If you have the ability, you will ask Brother Yang Fan to give you half a cup too!"

Fan Xiren was very proud. At this moment, the half cup of spiritual tea held in his hand seemed to be the most precious treasure in the world. With it, even his old friends he had been with for more than a hundred years.

"You dare!" Mu Tianqing raised his eyebrows and threatened: "Don't forget that the old man's current cultivation level is above you. If you don't want to be beaten, it's better to be more sensible!"

"Now I give you two choices." Mu Tianqing said to Fan Xiren very democratically: "Or, you can give me a mouthful of it yourself, you and I will be a good friend when you meet in the future."

"Or, I will beat you up and give you a good shot. If you don't have a good time, I'll be good to everyone. If you meet in the future, it's better to say it will be a friend."

"Do you dare to use force?" Fan Xiren glared: "I will never surrender even if I die!"

After a word, Fan Xiren opened his mouth and was about to spit into the cup. It would be better to start with someone.

However, Mu Tianqing seemed to have been on guard against this move for a long time. With his mentality and thoughts, he directly blew the spit out of Fan Xiren aside.

Seeing the two old children teasing each other for half a cup of teasing, and even using rogue moves like spitting out, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel speechless.

There are really some people who can't keep up with the thoughts of these tea lovers.

The most important function of the Nine-grade Spirit Tea is to strengthen the origin of the soul and to strengthen the power of the soul. As for its taste, is it that important?

Yang Fan believed that if something else had the same effect, even if it was not smelly and was disgusting, there would definitely be a lot of people willing to pounce on it and lick it.

But in front of me, whether it was Fan Xiren or Mu Tianqing, what seemed to be more concerned about was the charm of the spiritual tea of ​​Daqianmen itself, and he turned a blind eye to its powerful effects.

soon.

The two of them had a result.

Fan Xiren was finally snatched a sip of ninth-grade spiritual tea by Mu Tianqing because of his lack of strength. He felt deeply distressed and felt as if he had lost hundreds of billions of dollars. His eyes looked at Mu Tianqing with a very resentful look.

At this moment, he wanted to restore his strength as a third-level spiritual emperor than ever before. Let's see if this old girl dared to show off in front of her.

Mu Tianqing was not greedy. He only took one mouthful of half a cup of spiritual tea, and used his mental power to control the crystal clear tea to slowly float to his eyes. He opened his mouth and sucked them all into his mouth.

"call!"

With a long tremor, Mu Tianqing closed her eyes very comfortably and felt the ultimate tea fragrance spreading in her mouth.

Seeing this, Fan Xiren couldn't help swallowing his saliva and couldn't help but slowly deliver the teacup in his hand to his mouth.

Scream!

With a light sound, the tea water was warm and penetrated directly into his mouth, running back and forth on the tip of his tongue.

beautiful!

The two big guys were completely immersed in the afterglow of the tea fragrance, closed their eyes and savored it, and were speechless for a long time.

Yang Fan always observed the changes in Fan Xiren's breath. Seeing a mouthful of spiritual tea enter his stomach, Fan Xiren's mental fluctuations began to become more active, and there was a hint of vitality in the origin of the soul. Finally, he was no longer as dead as before.
Chapter completed!