Realms In The Firmament

Now, with regard to what the white boy said, the history of this kind of tea, the only doubt that remains in the heart, also completely dissipates the cloud.

Looking up, I saw that the white boy obviously smelled this scent, but now the white boy's face is deeply painful and tangled, regrettable!

Ye Jiao understands this feeling.

This is just a leaf of this celestial tree, and making tea can actually produce this effect!

What if I ate the celestial fruit?

What if it can be refined to “innate creation”?!

What if we get the Heavenly Dao secret in the Heavenly Fruit Nucleus?

So what?

That's what people really dare not even think about.

Young Master Bai, just missed such an opportunity.

Such an opportunity is only once in almost 130,000 long years!

If Mr. Bai is comfortable in his heart right now, it's a ghost!

Ye laughed like this, when the white boy regretted it indefinitely...

In the endless space of Ye's laughing body...

Sinking eggs suddenly became more active than ever!

That egg bounced a dozen or so lengths high, knocking the walls of space in space!

It's such an excitement!

The urgency, the thirst, is nothing to hide.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock on the wall hundreds of times, there is a kind of desperate battle to never stop without knocking your own yolk out!

How can such a brutal impact not be felt as a party's Ye Jiao.

The kind of fierce collision in space almost makes Ye dizzy. Although the white boy outside will never hear it, Ye Laugh himself is absolutely impatient...

Too bad!

Do you want to be so fierce?

Ye laughed dry and coughed, seemingly with an unintentional disguise: “Good tea! ”

I held up the teacup in front of myself and drank it comfortably.

Then, an indescribable fragrance, brimming with the ultimate spirituality, “brush”, entered the mouth, instantly, a divine and extraordinary seven colors of spirituality was about to emerge from the mouth.

Ye smiled tightly and shut his mouth, muttering and forcibly swallowed this seven colors of spirituality into his stomach.

But then another seven colors of spirituality rushed back into the throat.

This scenario is mostly like drinking too much alcohol to bear the feeling of vomiting. Whatever the control, it is pouring from the stomach to the top!

And his Dantian meridian wants to accommodate such immense spiritual energy in an instant, obviously it can't be done!

A rush came up, grunted, then rushed up, grunted again...

Ye smiled to death and shut up. The chance to keep this spirit alive again!

Shit, it's not easy to encounter such a big fate, and such a good thing is actually the demon of this guy's heart...

I don't want it!

This is eight lifetimes of not necessarily fixing Dafu Points.

It would be a great sin to waste every drop.

The white boy finally pressed down the anguish in his heart, and when he was ready to drink tea, he saw the wolf condition of Ye laughter now. He had to shout, almost completely spraying the tea water that had just entered his mouth...

He held a cup of tea and looked at Ye laughing with such interest without drinking again.

silently counts in the mind.

One, two, three...

If I count to ten, you can still hold it out, even if you're really persistent, but with this tone of voice, you have to spit it out anyway.

Because with your current state, cultivation, boundaries, that's absolutely indigestible!

Even though I have more than my heart, I can't help myself. What can I do?

If it is strong self-inhibition, it will only have a more severe countereffect. One bad thing is that the body died. Do you think that the tea produced by the celestial leaves is such a disgusting thing?

The white boy is somewhat of a misfortune waiting to see the show.

However, the next moment, the white boy saw the accident again!

Because, after so many times of swallowing the leaves in front of him, he suddenly mumbled... his eyes opened, his eyes almost gushed out, if there was no orbit blocked, the shot out of the orbit was basically a nail thing on the board...

Someone just held this frog position for a few breaths.

Then suddenly he gave a big mouthful and breathed out, angrily said: "Fuck! ”

The white man looked at him without turning a blind eye at this moment, Ye smile this breath will spray out, just spraying porcelain solid, not at all wasted all on his face.

This is undoubtedly a great disgrace to the white boy. Although Ye laughed without saliva in his breath, he always spoke for himself. There is no difference from the white boy's face. Although he did it unintentionally, he always wanted to give an explanation!

But Master Bai is completely ignorant of snow and shame at this moment, because this scene in front of him, it doesn't seem plausible. No, it's too plausible!

In the breath of the Ye smile, not only is there no saliva, but there is no half-point and seven-color smell at all.

In other words, that spiritual energy has been somehow absorbed into the body by Ye Jiao, without any leakage!

In the face of such an unconventional or even illogical reality, the white boy was stunned.

Though almost sprayed with spit all over his face, he was greatly ashamed, but now only shocked.

Sincerely shocked!

This guy... can he really swallow it?

Is it really digested?

With his current fix, how is it possible to digest the seven colors of spirituality derived from celestial tea?

In the eyes of the white man, Fengjun sighed across the street and sipped another sip of tea.

Then again, it's a mumbling mumbling...

And then... nothing!

Then again, I saw this guy shaking his head and cursing, “Oh, my God, Mom! ”

Then I took another sip, and then I mumbled again, and...

For the first time in his life, Master Bai felt that his head was not enough!

What the hell is going on?

……

I don't know, Ye laughed at this moment not only is he still cursing his mother, but he also asks again, what the hell is going on! Isn't that too much?

Turns out, the egg in the space jumped up and down vigorously, and the collision burst out loud, tossing the leaves laughing seven times, hardly self-depressing. However, the moment Ye laughed and drank the first cup of tea, the egg stopped jumping.

Just saw that it was too fast to cover its ear to steal the bell, and quickly returned to its original plate, spinning.

And the speed of rotation gets faster and faster, and then it rotates directly into a white light.

In the moment when Ye Xiao was tormented by the seven colors of spiritual qi and couldn't swallow up, he couldn't hold up his eyes, and an egg--

Scrub!

The enormous seven colors of spirituality derived from the celestial tea, directly from the laughter of the leaves!

Where is there any difficulty in loading, spiritual energy to the stage of explosion and death, these are omitted, or simply not, directly pulled away by an egg, there is no drip left!

Let the Ye Monarch, who is expecting to cultivate himself again to greatly improve, close his tongue!

What the hell is going on here?

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