Chapter 660 Battle of Wits (Part 1)

Po Zhenzi was startled for a moment, then he laughed dumbly and said: "That's fine. However, I don't know if Fellow Daoist Xieli and Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan are delayed by other things, so they haven't arrived yet, so why not let the young monk send a message to each of them?" , how about giving me a reminder?”

After Po Zhenzi finished speaking, he did not immediately take out the summons talisman to send the summons. Instead, he looked at Wu Yan with a smile, as if to inquire about Wu Yan's intention.

Wu Yan's eyes were fixed on Po Zhenzi. Po Zhenzi always smiled and seemed to have no other thoughts. After a long while, the sound of boiling mountain springs came from the stone table, and Wu Yan suddenly laughed loudly. He smiled and said: "Okay, then we have fellow Taoist Lao Po Zhen Zi. Look, the water is boiling, and those two guys haven't come yet, but I don't know if Fellow Taoist Po Zhen Zi and him are doing it at the agreed time." wrong?"

Po Zhezi smiled slightly, and did not rush to send the messenger. Instead, he poured all the spiritual tea in the paper bag on the table into the boiling purple clay pot, and then pulled the purple clay pot smoothly and took it off the small stove. He removed a little bit of dust and miscellaneous water floating on the top of the grate, then poured a cup of boiling spiritual tea for each of them, pushed one cup in front of Wu Yan, then picked up the cup of spiritual tea in front of him, and closed his eyes slightly , sniffing the fragrance of the tea, he said slowly and unhurriedly: "But I wonder if the time agreed upon by Leader Wu and his two good friends is wrong?"

After saying this, Po Zhezi sighed slightly, seeming to be aroused by the aroma of tea. He drank the spiritual tea in the purple sand cup in his hand, and then closed his eyes, as if he was savoring the spiritual memory. The taste of tea.

Wu Yan smiled slightly and did not speak. Instead, he picked up the purple sand cup in front of him and smelled the fragrance of the spiritual tea inside. He glanced at Po Zhenzi calmly, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled mysteriously. He did not drink all the spiritual tea in one gulp, but sipped it in small sips with noisy sounds. After a long time, he finished the small cup of tea. After finishing the tasting of the spiritual tea, he sighed slightly and said: "It is indeed good tea! The taste of this spiritual tea brewed from the springs drawn from Lingshan Mountain is indeed extraordinary. It is no worse than the sixth or seventh grade spiritual tea. Fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi There is indeed something unique about my tea art. However, the Taoist priest seemed a little confused when he asked this question.

Po Zhuuzi opened his eyes calmly, pondered for a moment, then stopped laughing and said, "Sure enough, the young monk is confused. It's been two moments since the appointment, and the two good friends haven't arrived yet. I don't know if it's intentional or something else. The bondage made the young monk a little embarrassed. "

"Fellow Taoist, it's better to send out the communication talisman now. This matter can only be discussed if three Taoist friends who have a great opportunity gather together. Wu doesn't want to talk to the three of them one by one." Wu Yan looked at it with deep meaning. After a quick glance, he said with a half-smile.

Po Zhenzi nodded and said, "That's very good."

Po Zhenzi said, patted the storage bag, took out two communication talismans, injected mana, and sacrificed them in two directions. Two rays of red light rushed out of the cliff in an instant, quickly escaped like two meteors, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After issuing the communication talisman, Po Zhenzi once again poured a cup of spiritual tea for Wu Yan and himself. He then flipped his palm and took out a similar purple clay pot. With a virtual finger, a thin line of mountain spring emerged from the cliff next to the ancient pine. It flew from the mountain spring and fell into this pot.

After the water was full, he put the purple clay pot on the small stove and continued to boil water. At the same time, he said: "Little monk, the first tea tastes the most fragrant, the second tea tastes the strongest, and the third tea tastes the most fragrant." It's light and elegant. It seems that this most fragrant taste can only be tasted by the two of us, but two good friends don't have such a good taste. "

Wu Yan sipped his second cup of spiritual tea and smiled silently.

"I heard that the leader's identity has a special origin. Could it be that he is also a monk in Tianzhou Continent like fellow Taoist Xuanyuan?" Po Zhen was sipping tea, while his eyes fell on Wu Yan with a vague look, looking at him indifferently and carefully. .

Wu Yan nodded noncommittally and said, "It is rumored that Xuanyuan Jie is a descendant of the Tianzhou royal family. Since fellow Daoist Po Zhenzi is on good terms with him, I wonder if this is true?"

The two of them looked at each other and laughed dumbly at the same time. They both knew that the truth of the other's probing words was difficult to distinguish, so they simply fell silent.

Just at this moment, the second pot of water was already boiling.

Po Zhenzi picked up the purple clay pot on the small stove, put out the fire in the small stove, and then poured water into the first purple clay pot.

Wu Yan suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the purple clay pot in Po Zhenzi's hand, seemingly unable to feel the boiling heat on it.

"Wait a minute to make the tea." Wu Yan looked at Po Zhenzi with a half-smile, "But I don't know whether fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi learned his tea art at home or from a tea master?"

The movement of Po Zhenzi's hand froze slightly, and the purple clay pot floated in the air. The smile on his face was a little unnatural. He forced a smile and said: "Is there something wrong with the young monk's tea art? It made Master Wu laugh. The young monk’s tea art is something he learned through his own entertainment in his spare time, and it is indeed not something that can be appreciated by everyone.”

"Well, that's true. Fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi is indeed interested. This Yuqian Maojian Lingcha is undoubtedly a treasure, and this Lingshan ancient spring must also be first-class spiritual water. It's a pity, if it doesn't contain colorless and odorless water." Wanlong Xianye, I think the taste of this tea will definitely be more fragrant." Wu Yan said, suddenly turning his palm and holding the pulse gate of Po Zhenzi's arm, staring at Po Zhenzi with a calm expression. Xu said.

Po Zhen burst into laughter, and seemed not to worry at all about Wu Yan suddenly grabbing his veins, saying: "Master Wu is really powerful, he can even taste the taste of 'Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal Liquid'. Haha, the young monk admires it. . However, since the leader knows this ‘Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal Liquid’, does he know the origin and purpose of this liquid?”

"'Ten Thousand Dragon Immortal Liquid', hehe, the name sounds nice. Those who don't know it will definitely think it is the spiritual liquid treasure of the Immortal family. Unfortunately, before Wu entered the Dao Dao, he had a lot of experience in studying poisons in the world, so he happened to know a little bit about it. It is said that this immortal liquid is collected from the poisonous saliva of thousands of spiritual snakes and is secretly refined through special techniques. It is colorless and odorless. Even immortal cultivators in the transformation stage will never be able to detect this poison if they are not careful. The poison of saliva exists, and if a monk or any other cultivator accidentally ingests this poison, not only will his physical body turn into blood and die within three seconds, but even his soul will not be able to escape the poison. Kill, it’s really a fairy-level creature in the venom. It’s interesting, it’s interesting, it’s a pity, it’s a pity!”

Wu Yan was talking eloquently, but it seemed that he didn't take the fact that he had swallowed such venom to heart. Moreover, when he said the words of pity, his face did show an expression of extreme pity, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.

Po Zhenzi was stunned, as if he was puzzled and shocked that Wu Yan could be so calm and indifferent.

"Hahahaha! Fortunately, the two of us arrived a little late. Otherwise, wouldn't we have to drink the poisonous tea brewed by the 'Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal Liquid' and die from the poison in a matter of seconds? Leader Wu, Xie is here. Thank you for testing the poison yourself and saving us from this poisonous murder! Hehehehehe..."

A burst of laughter came from the air, and in an instant, two rays of light suddenly arrived one after another and fell under the ancient pine. After the light disappeared, the figures of Xie Li and Xuanyuan Jie were revealed.

The two of them walked slowly and slowly to the stone table under the ancient pine tree. Xie Li stood beside the two of them, laughed again and looked at Wu Yan and then at Po Zhenzi. The expression on his face was both happy and proud.

"Xuanyuanjie, is Xie right? When dealing with this sinister bald old man, you must be very alert. Otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you will be plotted by him, and you will die a confused man."

Xuanyuan Jie smiled slightly, sat down on a stone bench next to him, glanced at Wu Yan and Po Zhenzi with clear eyes, and said: "I have heard of the reputation of fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi for his great resourcefulness, but... It’s only now that I have learned a lesson. However, I have already experienced the wisdom and bravery of Master Wu. Haha, when the two of them meet, they will win and lose. By the way, Wu can’t foresee it. The leader just said it was interesting and pity, but I don’t know why?”

Wu Yan smiled calmly and said: "Wu said it was interesting because fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi himself also took this spiritual tea mixed with 'Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal Liquid'. Haha, speaking of it, this 'Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal Liquid' As far as Wu knows, there doesn't seem to be any magic cure. Taoist friend Po Zhenzi wanted to poison Wu, and tried to silence Wu by killing him, but he was also poisoned and had no medicine. It’s understandable, don’t you think it’s interesting to involve yourself in this kind of behavior to silence others?”

"It's really interesting! Hahahaha..."

Unexpectedly, after Wu Yan said this, Po Zhenzi and Xie Li laughed at the same time, looking at Wu Yan like a madman.

That Xie Li laughed even to tears, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world. Po Zhenzi couldn't stop laughing, and even the purple clay pot in Wu Yan's hand that held the pulse gate fell to the stone table with his laughter, breaking into pieces without him realizing it.

The boiling water in the purple clay pot splashed in all directions. Xie Li, Xuanyuan Jie, and Po Zhenzi all had a faint aura of light on their bodies, forming a shield to block the splashing water outside them.

However, Po Zhenzi's arm that was held by Wu Yan could not avoid it due to Wu Yan's control. A lot of boiling water splashed onto Po Zhenzi's arm.

Naturally, the high temperature of boiling water cannot cause any harm to monks like Po Zhenzi who have practiced the Buddhist body refining technique. For a while, Po Zhen didn't really care about the water on his arm being stained with the liquid. He knew the characteristics of this poison well, so he released the aura shield just now, but it was just a natural stress reaction.

Xuanyuan Jie didn't find it funny, but looked at Wu Yan with strange eyes and said, "I really find it interesting to hear what Master Wu said. I don't know what the explanation is for what Master Wu said is a pity?"

Wu Yan glanced at Po Zhenzi and Xie Li who were laughing nonstop, and said: "It's a pity for Wu that this 'Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal Liquid' was wasted by people who don't know its true origin. Such an immortal level Spiritual objects, if used properly, are excellent spiritual materials for refining fairy-level elixirs. Just one drop can be used to refine a 'true spirit elixir'. Even for monks in the transformation stage, This 'True Spirit Elixir' is also a rare pass-through elixir. For late-stage Nascent Soul monks, this level of elixir can be described as a rare treasure. Alas, it's a pity. What a pity. These two drops of 'Ten Thousand Dragon Immortal Liquid' are worth more than hundreds of millions, but they were wasted by Taoist Po Zhenzi... Tsk, what a pity."

When they heard the name of "True Spirit Elixir", except for Wu Yan, the other three people were stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.