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boom--
With one punch, he hit a teacup.
The boxing is Su Chen's boxing.
A teacup is a teacup on the table.
After this collision, the fist collapsed, but the teacup was still there.
However, the tea cup lost its initial aggressiveness, and instead turned around in a circle and returned to the table.
The middle-aged scribe looked as calm as ever: "My name is Ning Qiu. You can call me Mr. Ning or Mr. Qiu."
At this moment, there seemed to be no grudges between them, nor did they look like they had fought. They both had smiles on their faces.
But Su Chen was not polite to the other party, and smiled faintly: "My name is Wenzi, you can call me Wenzi, or you can call me Shuziwen!"
Ning Qiu: "..."
He finally understood what kind of guy he was meeting.
This is a typical shameless person!
Ning Qiu took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "Drink tea!"
Tea, the same tea as before.
However, the cup for drinking tea has been replaced.
Although the teacup in front of him won the fist fight with Su Chen, that teacup was no longer a cup for drinking tea.
The breeze blew by and the lake water rippled.
Su Chen picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it in one gulp: "Good tea!"
He praised politely.
Unexpectedly, Ning Qiu laughed out loud: "I bought this tea from a farmer at the foot of the mountain for three or two cents a penny!"
Su Chen was stunned for a moment.
To be honest, when he took the tea into his mouth, he only felt a mouthful of scalding heat spreading in his throat. As for the aroma of tea, he really didn't smell much of it, but he never thought that his casual boast would make people so happy.
Slap in the face.
However, he is a literati and has read many books, so his eloquence will naturally not be bad.
Su Chen smiled and said: "The value of good tea does not lie in the amount of money."
Ning Qiu's face showed a half-smile expression, and she looked at Su Chen: "Oh? What's that about?"
Su Chen said lightly: "It depends on the tea drinkers."
Ning Qiu's eyes froze slightly: "Huh?"
Su Chen said: "In the hands of a farmer, this tea is worth a penny or two or three, but in the hands of a spiritual saint like you, it is a priceless treasure."
Ning Qiu smiled: "You are really a wonderful person. One moment, you are wielding a knife and a gun on me, and the next moment, you are drinking my tea and lifting me to the sky."
Su Chen chuckled softly: "Otherwise, why would there be such a saying: Eat people with a soft mouth, but take advantage of others with a short hand."
Ning Qiu was stunned for a moment, knowing that Su Chen meant something.
He was telling himself.
In the front, it was he who gave the stone tablet to himself.
This is a hint to yourself that if you take something from him, you need to know how to repay it.
Ning Qiu raised her eyebrows: "What? That divine spring has been pregnant with power for millions of years, hasn't it fed you yet?"
Su Chen snorted softly: "As if I could pack up that divine spring and take it away."
In fact, the power of the ancient divine spring is indeed very strong, but Su Chen did not refine the power of the ancient divine spring into his body. He simply relied on the breath of the divine spring to help him complete the deep integration of his soul and body.
That's all!
Ning Qiu looked Su Chen up and down, and seemed to have discovered something, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you don't believe me very much!"
When Su Chen heard this, he almost couldn't hold it back and rolled his eyes.
What does it mean to not seem to believe you?
Isn’t it obvious that I don’t believe you?
Besides, what is there about you that makes people believe it?
All Su Chen had to say was that you, Ning Qiu, don't look like a good person.
From head to toe, every part of his body is filled with thoughts.
Su Chen still doesn't know Ning Qiu's true identity, let alone his relationship with the white fox and the handsome man who appeared before.
Therefore, it was impossible for him to let down his guard just because he drank one more cup of tea.
Ning Qiu looked at Su Chen's silent expression, and even though he knew what Su Chen was worried about, he didn't care and smiled faintly: "You don't have to be nervous, I, the Ancient Spirit Clan, have no ill intentions towards you, and if so, neither can you."
Successfully came out of the ancient sacred spring alive."
Su Chen's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean by this?"
Ning Qiu smiled softly: "It seems that the people behind you really didn't tell you the true origin of the ancient divine spring!"
Su Chen's heart sank: "Huh?"
At this time, he also realized that the spirit of the green coffin probably did not tell the truth to him, or that the stinky bitch only told half of the truth and deliberately kept the other half.
Looking at Su Chen's reaction, Ning Qiu knew that this was not pretending at all. It was obvious that he really didn't know the origin of the ancient divine spring: "Forget it, since the person behind you didn't tell you, then I will tell you.
, it’s not interesting either.”
Su Chen frowned and said solemnly: "Mr. Ning, if you really want to cooperate with me, why can't you be more honest?"
When Ning Qiu heard this, he knew that Su Chen was taking the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction with him, and he glanced outside the pavilion.
It was a piece of fresh breeze and green water.
Ning Qiu suddenly stretched out a finger and tapped it gently: "Since you want to know the origin of the ancient divine spring, I will let you see clearly."
Buzz!
On the calm water, suddenly, a water ripple appeared.
Amid the roar, there was a harsh crashing sound of water.
Then, underneath the water ripples, there was a huge storm rotating.
When Su Chen took a quick look, he saw that countless corpses were involved in the rotating storm.
Su Chen didn't know where these corpses came from, but at this moment, he clearly saw that the rotating storm was like a giant meat grinder, devouring corpses transported from all directions.
"Um?"
Su Chen's eyes narrowed and he suddenly saw that in the center of the storm, there was a bead that was absorbing the blood energy released from the corpse when the storm turned.
This blood energy is continuously integrated into the beads.
"Look again!"
Ning Qiu suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it in the direction of the storm. At this moment, the turbid blood-colored beads suddenly stopped rotating, revealing the scene inside.
Su Chen's expression changed slightly: "So that's it..."
He saw that inside the blood-colored bead, there was a sacred spring that was steaming.
And this sacred spring was the ancient sacred spring that he had entered before.
Obviously, the power of this ancient sacred spring does not come from the ancient sacred mountain at all, but relies on such a killing array to continuously devour corpses, refine some kind of blood in the corpses, and integrate it into the divine spring. This makes it possible.
The ancient sacred spring can last for millions of years without drying up.
Su Chen knew that the ancient divine spring, which could release a special aura that allowed his body and soul to merge, was definitely not directly related to this blood formation, but it also had some special connection.
For example...
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