The strongest NPC in the online game Naruto

Then in the dim moonlight, Tan Shan saw an old man with white beard and hair sitting on the sofa in front of him, sitting there quietly in white clothes. On the tea table in front of him were two white porcelain teacups with extremely strange shapes.

On the teacup, a cloud of mist can be faintly seen surrounding it.

And the old man sat there quietly, as if he was perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, giving people the feeling that he should belong there.

With Tan Shan's strength, within a radius of several meters, he could recognize the male and female when a mosquito passed by, but he couldn't feel the old man in front of him. If it weren't for Hou Ping's vigilant aura, Tan Shan might not have felt it when he passed by. There is one more person here.

Beside the white-clothed old man, stood a man nodding.

Hou Ping knew this person, and it was Daoist Guanyu who was severely injured by his own move three days ago.

On the other side of the old man stood a young man with his hands behind his back. His appearance was extremely strange, but for some reason it gave Hou Ping a familiar aura.

"Tan Shan, the honored guest comes to the door and lights up!" Hou Ping said to Tan Shan.

"gentlemen……"

Tan Shan looked at Hou Ping and motioned for him to go first.

But Hou Ping waved his hand and walked over to the sofa.

Tan Shan sighed helplessly, so he had no choice but to come to the side and turn on the light in the living room.

But Hou Ping had already come straight to the opposite of the old man.

"sit!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes and pointed to the opposite sofa. All his movements were very natural, as if this was his home and Hou Ping was a visitor.

Hou Ping smiled and sat opposite the old man.

The old man waved his hand lightly, and the white porcelain teacup in front of him suddenly slid forward and stopped in front of Hou Ping.

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, sniffed it lightly, and took a sip.

Hou Ping looked suspiciously at the teacup in front of him, and saw that the tea inside was white, but he didn't know what it was.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

The old man put down his teacup, looked up at Hou Ping, and smiled.

Hou Ping observed the old man, he had a childlike face with white hair, a fairy-like bone, a gentle and refined face, and a smile that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Hou Ping raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and reached out to pick up the teacup. The moment he held the teacup, Ye Tianze felt a coolness rippling from the teacup and entering his meridians along his fingertips.

"Good cup!"

Hou Ping admired, and then put the white porcelain cup under his nose and sniffed. A sense of coolness entered the body along the nostrils, and came to the mind along the meridians. In an instant, Hou Ping felt that the altar was refreshed, and his mind seemed to have been washed some.

“Good tea!”

Hou Ping praised again.

Then took a small sip, and the tea flowed down the tip of the tongue to the mouth and throat, and a natural fragrance filled the mouth.

Tea trickled down his throat.

In Hou Ping's horror, the fragrance of nature in his mouth instantly transformed into spiritual power, turned into a ball of liquid, and swallowed it together with the tea.

For a while, the body chakra became active, surging like a tide in the body.

Hou Ping had an illusion that this small sip increased the chakra in his body a lot.

"This tea is called Snow Tea. It grows on the top of Kawagebo Snow Mountain, and it only produces a few grams in a century." The old man nodded with a smile.

Hou Ping was heartbroken when he heard the words. Kawagebo Snow Mountain is 6740 meters above sea level. It is located in Yunnan Province of my country. This snow mountain has been climbed 9 times, but all failed, and all the challengers were killed, so Kawagebo Peak is also called It is "forever virgin land".

Hou Ping chuckled, "The old gentleman came late at night, maybe he just asked me to drink tea."

Saying that, Hou Ping looked up at Daoist Guanyu who was on the side, then looked at the old man, and said with a smile, "The old man is here to find a place?"

In Hou Ping's eyes, this old man is undoubtedly the elder of Taoist Priest Guanyu.

To Hou Ping's horror, he did not expect that there would be such a powerful person in reality.

He thought that with his own strength, he could win the world today, but it seems that he is still Meng Lang.

"Hehe!" The old man stroked his beard, smiled and shook his head.

"Since your Excellency is not looking for a place, I also drank the tea. It's getting late at night, so I'm sorry I won't keep you here." Hou Ping stood up, and issued an order to evict guests without politeness.

joke.

After returning home in the middle of the night, a stranger sitting at home invites you to drink tea, everyone would feel embarrassed.

What's more, with Hou Ping's current strength, he couldn't see through the old man.

There is a situation, that is, the strength of the old man is far above Hou Ping.

This fucking made Hou Ping feel terrified.

I am already close to a god-like existence in this world, but stronger than myself, isn't that the true god?

It doesn't matter if it's a god or a ghost.

Hou Ping just wanted to send this unexpected guest away.

"I'm old! My legs and feet are not very good, I can't walk anymore." The old man said with a smile on his face.

Hou Ping narrowed his eyes, clasped his fists at the old man and said, "Old man, I'm sorry for being disrespectful."

As he said that, the chakra in Hou Ping's body began to run crazily. At the same time, he began to sense the power of nature, and the immortal mode was about to start.

"Young man, don't be too impatient." The old man stretched out his hand and flicked his sleeve lightly.

Hou Ping suddenly found that the chakra in his body could not be sensed suddenly, and the fairy mode that was about to be turned on just now was also in the old man's void, completely lost the sense.

This time, Hou Ping's soul was almost scared away.

With eyes wide open, full of horror, he looked at the old man in front of him.

How the hell is he better than himself?

This is clearly crushing!

The kind of rolling that rubs against the ground.

The difference in strength is as big as nine days away.

"sit!"

The old man said lightly.

Hou Ping's body seemed uncontrollable. He bent his knees and sat on the chair.

Only then did the old man nod his head in satisfaction, "That's right, young people, don't be too impetuous, but calm down."

The old man chattered endlessly, just like a kind grandfather at home teaching his grandson.

Hou Ping swallowed at his Adam's apple, and a drop of cold sweat was already streaming down his forehead.