In the courtyard outside the Witch Sacrifice Hall Feng Xuan and Wu Lao sat face to face. Between them, a small copper stove spewed water vapor from the spout, and tea soup was roiling in the stove. This copper stove fire tea is the favorite thing of the elders in the Xuanying tribe. Their qi and blood have gradually declined and they should not practice too much martial arts, unlike young people who can strengthen their qi and blood and exercise their bodies. Excessive practice will accelerate the consumption of Qi and blood, which will also accelerate the consumption of their longevity. Therefore, they can only practice boxing occasionally to avoid becoming rusty in martial arts. Speaking of this copper stove fire tea, it was once started by the shaman. Other elders in the tribe also imitated the situation and built a copper stove or iron stove to imitate it. They felt that this was really a good thing to do in their spare time. A good way to pass the time. Of course, the copper furnace they use here does not refer to bronze, but a copper furnace made from ordinary copper mines. But what they didn't know was that although the copper stove was imitated, the tea in it was very particular. The tea that the old man drank was the "Sangque Tea" that he brought back from the Holy Land. This is a kind of elixir-level tea tree, so it grows extremely slowly in this corner of Qishan Mountain, where vitality is thin. Because there is nothing with abundant vitality as nutrients, the witch elder needs to use the shaman soul power to cultivate this delicate mulberry tea. Even so, the tea that can be harvested every year is pitifully small, and the witch elder only occasionally takes it out to taste. It would be impossible to share it with others. This was his lifeblood. What the tribal elders drink is the common ivy tea. This kind of tea is not bad. It can be brewed and boiled. It has a mellow taste. However, it only has the effect of quenching thirst. But it is enough for the tribal elders. It is a 30-50% leisure time. Just passing the time in a group.
The mulberry tea that the old man drank became more and more mellow the longer it was boiled. As it was boiled and drank, one could gradually feel the mellow flavor flowing between the teeth and not dissipating. Moreover, as an elixir, this tea naturally not only tastes mellow, but according to Mr. Wu, long-term consumption can prolong life. This is really a good thing that makes people break their heads. He also accidentally obtained these precious tea seeds back then. Feng Xuan was originally talking to Mr. Wu about blood glue oil this time. He happened to see Mr. Wu making tea, so he shamelessly planned to drink a bowl of it. He had been studying with Elder Wu for so long, but he had already known about the existence of Elder Wu's treasure, but he usually took good care of it and did not share it with others. He had never had the opportunity to drink this precious spiritual tea in the past. The clear Sangque tea soup flows in the brown bowl. Just the slight fragrance of tea makes Feng Xuan feel comfortable and intoxicated, and his throat rolls. Feng Xuan waited until the tea soup in the bowl had cooled down a little, then he picked it up and took a sip. He didn't know how to taste tea, so he just imitated it when he saw Elder Wu doing this. The tea soup was still slightly hot at the beginning, and then Feng Xuan could feel the tea soup spreading on the tip of his tongue towards the entire mouth. The tea soup was soft and slightly sweet at the entrance, and the faint fragrance of tea filled the whole mouth with a slight movement of the tongue. As time went on, the faint fragrance of tea became more and more mellow. Every breath of Feng Xuan seemed to be carrying a faint fragrance of tea, and ordinary breathing became a kind of enjoyment. After finishing the bowl of tea, Feng Xuan even felt a slight sweat on his back. This is a phenomenon that makes Feng Xuan very surprised. With his current physique, even if he jogs around Xuanying Mountain for half a stick of incense, he will not necessarily sweat on his back. I can only say that it is worthy of the elixir-level spiritual tea. It's really magical. Seeing Feng Xuanqing couldn't help but touch his back with his backhand, Wu Lao couldn't help but laugh and curse. "How come you drink tea like a monkey!" "hey-hey" Feng Xuan's cheeks were slightly red, and he laughed twice. He did it out of curiosity, and it was indeed a bit rude. "Okay, let's drink the tea. Tell me what you want to see me for." Mr. Wu put down the tea bowl in his hand and asked with a smile while stroking his beard. When Feng Xuan got to the point, he also sat upright and took out a roll of animal skin that had already copied the formula of blood glue oil from his arms. Feng Xuan pushed the animal skin in front of the old wizard. "Take a look at this first" The old man Wu raised his eyebrows, picked up the animal skin and read it carefully. The more he looked at it, the originally indifferent face of the old man gradually became serious. He read it carefully again, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then suddenly said: "Is this the recipe for the secret body-building elixir of the Leather Refining Level? Where did you get it?" Feng Xuan came here this time to discuss this matter with Wu Lao in detail. Obviously, people in the tribe who are familiar with him can see his changes. It is obvious that he cannot hide it at all. It is better to admit it openly and just tell his secret in detail. How much you reveal depends on yourself.
Feng Xuan collected his thoughts and said: "Mr. Wu, I got this formula from a treasure, but this treasure is not a physical object. It has been integrated into my soul, and it feels more like... ....Hmm...mentioned in ancient books, inheritance?” When Feng Xuan said that the treasure was integrated into the soul, the old shaman's expression changed drastically. He immediately stood up and spread out his majestic shaman soul power to explore the surrounding kilometer range. Fortunately, during his detection, only the guards outside the door of the Witch Sacrifice Hall were still at their posts. Xuan Shuang had not arrived at the Witch Sacrifice Hall today, and there was no trace of the rest. Wu Lao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself for being too sensitive. It was really not his fault for acting like this, but the news revealed by Feng Xuan shocked him too much. Feng Xuan naturally felt the fluctuation of Wu Lao's shaman soul power. The powerful soul power pressure instantly made Feng Xuan, who was also a shaman cultivator and had equally good soul power cultivation, feel it clearly. Feng Xuan was shocked by the old wizard's behavior, and his next words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to speak. Feng Xuan has also seen the sacrificial witches of the Black Wolf tribe. In his perception, the soul power of the black wolf sacrificial witches who are rumored to have reached the peak of the witchcraft realm is not even one-third as powerful as his own. As for the strength of his own soul, Feng Xuan Have absolute confidence. Even if he is a Minghun level spirit witch, he may be better than him in terms of soul essence, but he will never lose to ordinary Minghun level spirit witches in terms of strength. This is the confidence that Feng Xuan has gained from absorbing soul essence for a long time. . But just at that moment, Feng Xuan felt how powerful the Wu Lao's soul power was. It was far stronger than his own. It gave people a feeling as strong as a big mountain, and he didn't look like a bright soul at all. A witch cultivator in the realm. But what made Feng Xuan frown slightly was that he seemed to notice that Wu Lao's soul aura seemed to have a strange feeling, like a piece of jade mixed with impurities. This feeling only fleetingly passed. Feng Xuan did not dwell too much on this issue. He knew that this was not something he could ask now, but he secretly noted the matter. The old man Wu noticed that he had lost his composure, and relaxed a little without noticing anyone approaching. He slowly sat down and poured a bowl of hot tea from the copper stove. He slowly turned it in his hand and let the tea cool down naturally. He casually set up a soundproof barrier. The old witch stared at Feng Xuan and said slowly: "Do you know that if an outsider hears the treasure you just mentioned, even a Hidden Essence Realm warrior or even a White Witch Realm witch cultivator will hear it?" I will attack you immediately, imprison you, and will do everything possible to remove this treasure from your soul. No matter how deep you hide it, they will even use all your relatives or people around you to blackmail you. Even if there is only 10% hope, they will try their best to wipe out your soul and get your treasure, and Afterwards, you will kill everyone you come into contact with as much as possible to prevent this news from leaking." The old wizard spat out chilling words from his plain mouth.