Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The old man in green robe immediately grabbed Su Shang Zhenren and complained: "Su Shang, this monk has no money and wants to fight with us!"

As a herbalist, he is very fragile and has no fighting power. Master Baicao decisively drags the strongest fighter Master Su Shang to the same front.

"Our precious ground cover flowers and star grass were actually equaled by two broken stones. Are you willing to accept this?"

Master Su Shang raised his whisk slightly with his backhand, and the snow-white silk thread shone with a cold light, showing an attitude of being ready to fight.

Ever since.

The green-robed old man who hid behind Master Su Shang took advantage of his power and said, "Add!"

Huojia Lay Buddhist: “…”

The top-grade stone was thus degraded into a broken stone. If someone else behaved like this today, the kind-hearted Huojia lay Buddhist would have to save him from death.

The matter was exposed by throwing out three blessed Buddhist artifacts, and Mr. Huojia did not bother with the successful villain.

With the lessons learned from the past, the Taoist Han Hui threw out a small bottle quickly and decisively.

The old man in green robe picked up the small jade bottle, looked it up and down, shook it but heard no sound: "What is it?"

"Master Qiu Ming."

After the Taoist Han Hui finished speaking, he said sinisterly, "If you say this thing is not heavy enough, you can just twist off the head and use it as a bench."

Elder Qiu Ming, the energy of the Milky Way.

This divine object created by heaven and earth, although only a faint trace of it, was hidden for a long time by the Taoist Han Hui for a breakthrough.

Now take it out.

Firstly, he was confident that he could win the tea contest.

Secondly...

Sure enough, the old man in green robe immediately held the small jade bottle with shining eyes and refused to let go.

"Role models, role models, you two, roll up according to Old Hanhui's standards!"

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise.

The mountains were shaken and the heaven and earth seemed to be in turmoil.

The burly man in sackcloth carried a small mountain on his shoulders. The mountain had steep cliffs, and was covered with plants, trees, and magical animals.

The green-robed old man was confused: "Ma Yi, what did you do?"

"Mengniang Mountain in Moling." The big man in hemp clothes patted the mountain on his shoulder and said.

It really is a real mountain.

"What's the use of this?" the old man in green robe pointed and asked blankly.

The hemp-clothed man said, "It's more useful than any magic weapon to hit people."

The green-robed old man's face darkened: "No, change it!"

"Do you have any immortal spiritual plants? Bring them all out."

The man in hemp clothes was an honest man, so he took out all the spiritual plants that he had collected over the years.

The spiritual plants were piled up high.

The green-robed old man was delighted but didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said with disdain, "Look at you, you idiot. You don't even know how to put the Kongming grass in a jade box. Most of its medicinal properties must have been lost. Forget it. Just trade quantity for quality."

He secretly took a few glances and found that there were five spiritual plants above the sixth grade, as well as many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, and even a few ten-thousand-year-old medicines.

Not bad, not bad. I’ll take it back and make medicine for my good disciple.

"Ahem... you are the only one who knows your fate." The old man in green robe shifted his gaze over.

Zhi Mingke counted the days on his fingers very quickly, and after a while he said awkwardly: "My dear brothers, I have decided to withdraw. I will not make a fool of myself in this tea contest. You guys come, you guys come."

Everyone's eyes turned over.

"Have you calculated that you can't win, so you simply don't want to participate?" There was a hint of ridicule on the thin face of the cold gray Taoist.

The burly man in sackcloth clothes was happily eating some snacks on the table one by one. Upon hearing this, he sprayed the cake crumbs on the bald man opposite him in the face.

He tried to persuade her, "Please don't. We have agreed to this tea contest. Even I, a physical cultivator whose taste is not as good as yours, did not back out, but you are backing out."

Mr. Huojia wiped away the pastry crumbs on his face without changing his expression, still looking like a kind-hearted Buddha.

Those who practice Buddhism and cultivate their minds are indeed all ninjas.

The green-robed old man said quickly, "Participation is the most important thing. How about this? You take a certain amount. If you lose, that's it. If you win, it doesn't count. How about that?"

The fate-knower: “…”

Winning doesn’t count, Chunchun asked him to do charity, right?

The green-robed man looked at the others and said, "You all have no objection, right?"

Su Shang Zhenren: “Humph.”

Mr. Huojia: “Yes.”

The cold gray Taoist: "No."

The burly man in sackcloth clothes: "Okay, okay, okay."

The fate-conscious guest, who was just a runner-up, took something out of his sleeve and put it on the table.

"That's all, nothing more."

Everyone looked and saw a rough river stone covered with dried moss.

"Alas--"

The green-robed old man’s expression of disdain shouldn’t be too obvious.

Zhimingke was angry: "I can feel some divinity in it. Although it cannot be opened yet, it is stronger than the hardest metal in the world. It can even be used to hit someone's head!"

The old man in green robe signaled to the man in hemp clothes with his eyes.

The burly man in sackcloth gathered up all his strength and punched the river rock three times.

The tables were all shattered to dust, but the river rocks were intact.

It seemed like it was indeed an undiscovered treasure. The old man in green robe leisurely collected the river stones and threw them into the betting area.

Master Baicao and several old friends agreed to get together every ten years to taste and compete in tea-making.

Each person takes out a precious item as a bet, and the winner of the tea-fighting competition can get everyone's bet items.

In tea fighting, one bucket of water, two buckets of utensils, three buckets of tea, and four buckets of skills.

"Come on, let me see what good tea everyone has found in the past ten years?" Zhimingke said with a smile.

He was a real tea lover. Compared with the elixirs and magical instruments he had bet on, Zhimingke obviously preferred a sip of the immortal tea.

Master Su Shang was thinking of something, and sneered, "Good tea? Eight out of ten of the best teas in the world are in Southern Xinjiang."

"How? Where?"