"I'm afraid you don't like this tea." Fu Tian smiled.

He looked at the fifth Qingfeng in front of him, with no surprise on his face. He seemed to have guessed that the fifth Qingfeng would come, but he didn't expect it to come quite quickly.

"Whether you like it or not depends on whether you are willing to give it to me?"

The fifth Qingfeng smiled, and pointed his finger, and the teacup flew into the air and landed on his finger.

He did not hesitate at all, put it on his lips and sniffed it gently: "It seems that it is a little different from the previous one. What do you think?"

"The taste is still the same, I'm afraid you haven't drunk it for too long and have forgotten what it tastes."

Fu Hai responded.

He flicked his fingers and the same cup fell into his hand. He took a sip and said lightly, "My Fu Family Tea has never changed since the day it appeared. This is passed down by our ancestors. If we don't do it well, there will be problems."

The three old men, drinking tea, had already confronted each other for several rounds between words.

The fragrance of tea lingers and echoes between the lips and teeth. How many people can drink this fushi tea are ordinary people?

"I haven't seen each other for a thousand years. When you come, you blame me for the bad taste of the tea. Isn't it a bit too much for the fifth old man?"

Futian glanced at the fifth Qingfeng and smiled, "But no one scolded my tea in front of me."

"Haha, can you still criticize the difference?" The fifth Qingfeng smiled, took a sip again, and frowned slightly, "However, the taste has indeed changed. At least, it is different from what we drank when we sat down to negotiate a thousand years ago."

He shook his head while showing a look of disappointment.

The eyes swept across the faces of the Futian brothers, and then showed a smile: "Don't mind, I'm a rough man and don't understand these things. But, what tastes like in the past, I hope it's still the same. After all, it is the purest Futian tea. What are the things passed down by our ancestors? We must hold on, what do you think?"

Futian and the other two looked at each other.

"You're right." Fu Hai nodded, "Old man, you're very reasonable."

The fifth Qingfeng smiled and drank the tea in the cup in one sip: "This cup tastes unauthentic, I'll drink it too. I'll see you two old guys next time, so I have to take out the real fushi tea for me to drink, otherwise I'll be angry."

After saying that, he squinted his eyes and smiled, but in the eyes of the two brothers Futian, the knife hidden in the smile was extremely sharp!

"When a guest comes, I will naturally bring out the best things to entertain you." Futian also laughed, "At least, it is the best thing. If you dislike it, I won't give it to you."

He laughed and scolded, as if accusing the fifth Qingfeng of being too picky.

The three of them laughed at the same time.

At their age, there have been too many things they have experienced, experienced, and learned.

I'm afraid there are not many people in the entire spiritual realm who know the history of this spiritual realm better than them.

A pot of tea was still hot, the fragrance was swaying, and the fifth breeze had already stood up.

"It's enough to drink tea, so you can save yourself from being in the corpse forest and never forget it every day."

He turned to look at the two of them, "I am old and I always miss the past. There are many places in this spiritual realm, and I have to walk around when I have time to see if those old friends are still alive."

After saying that, his body twisted, as if a burst of air disappeared out of thin air.

The tea on the tea table was still hot, and there were only Futian and Fuhai left in the room.

They looked at each other.

"Is this old guy here to threaten or warn us?" Fu Hai smiled, "It seems that he is very dissatisfied because you saved Su Han?"

"He is dissatisfied with his business. In the battle between the two camps, we will ignore the ban clan and keep it neutral," Futian thought for a while and continued, "But if I ask me to choose, you know my answer."

The two waved their hands and slowly moved the tea table away. They ignored it, and did not take the words of the fifth Qingfeng to heart.

If Fu's tea is not good and doesn't like it, then don't drink it. Will their Fu's tea still lick their faces and beg others to drink it?

Too high regard for yourself.

But the fifth breeze came out of the corpse forest, which probably means that the turmoil in this spiritual realm will completely begin. In addition to him, there is also a terrifying god of killing - the fifth frivolous!

The storm is coming.

It seems that you can feel some changes in the atmosphere in the spiritual realm, and there is a depressing atmosphere everywhere.

In the Evil Lord Island, the hall has been destroyed and has been destroyed in an unexpected way.

There was no one around, and they had already fled.

And deep in the underground palace, there were shrill screams.

"Ah——! Ah!"

It's like cramps and bones pulling, and the severe pain is enough to completely destroy human will.

That kind of pain penetrates deep into the bone marrow and into the soul!

"ah!"

Luo Xinhang screamed, biting the cloth strip in his mouth. Because he tried too hard, his teeth even shattered, and the blood completely dyed his mouth red.

He cut the blood with one hand, one hand, and used the tube to enter all the blood in a bottle.

He is having a blood exchange!

On the arm, blue veins swelled up, and the blood seemed to be still alive. After finding a living body, it rushed into Luo Xinhang's body crazily.

That domineering and cruel way of plundering made Luo Xinhang tremble all over!

On his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling, causing him to faint several times and wake him up from pain again.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Luo Xinhang took a rapid breath, his eyes suddenly burst out, bloodshot filled his eyes. His consciousness was a little confused, and he felt that his soul was constantly changing.

But deep down there, there was still a face that kept popping up in my mind. It was the person I wanted to kill the most!

"Su Han!"

"My Luo family has fallen to this day, because of you!"

"My father and brother will die because of you!"

"I, Luo Xinhang, have no way out, and it's all because of you!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Luo Xinhang roared to the sky, like a awakened beast, roaring hysterically...

for a long time.

After calming down, Luo Xinhang fell there with his eyes dull, as if his soul had been drained. The blood-transfusion arm had turned black, and strange runes were depicted under his feet, climbing up to cover his whole body, making people feel palpitations when they looked.

"Da da da da da."

Outside, there was a sound of footsteps.

"It seems to be quite smooth."

It was the fifth Changkong's voice. He glanced at Luo Xinhang with a smile on his face, "You have obtained this fifth generation of body, and the Evil Lord probably wouldn't have thought of it."

He glanced at the runes on the ground, and had been imprinted on Luo Xinhang's body. His pupils shrank and he nodded slightly: "Only one step away, you can step onto a supreme avenue."
Chapter completed!