Supreme Medicinal God

? Ye Feng answered with a smile: "I am Ye Feng, are you Mr. Jin?"

Jin Yu smiled and looked very amiable: "Haha, it's Jin Yu who is despicable. Dr. Ye, please sit down."

Ye Feng sat down on a soft leather sofa. On the coffee table was a high-quality tea set with high mountains and flowing water, an induction cooker, a kettle, a purple sand tea cup with dripping greenery, and a full range of teapots.

The steam in the tea tray curled up and wrapped the craft rock mass on the tea set. It looked like a miniature fairyland, ethereal and quiet, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Jin Yu personally picked up a teapot for Ye Feng and poured a cup of tea for Ye Feng. There were words under the teapot. The light passed through the clear tea and enlarged the small print under the teacup.

"This is the hairy tip picked by the top of Huashan Mountain, please Dr. Ye to taste it."

Smell the light fragrance of Mao Jian, admire the flowing water of the mountains, read the beautiful poetry, the ancient charm and fragrance, elegant and fresh, I feel all the troubles go with it, the whole person is completely new from the inside out.

"It turns out that Mr. Jin is still a master of tea ceremony."

"Dr. Ye has won the prize. Someone Jin is just a vassal and has a little hobby."

Entering the house from Ye Feng, sitting down and drinking tea, the atmosphere is harmonious and joyful.

Ye Feng didn't relax his vigilance, others might not see it, but Ye Feng could see at a glance that Jin Yu's essence was restrained and Dan Tian was a gas master.

On the surface, Jin Yu was more than half a year old, his temples were pale, his smile was slick, his body was fat, he was a refined businessman, but he showed an invisible pressure between his hands and feet. That was the kind of momentum that only ancient warriors had.

In order to prove his judgment, Ye Feng secretly used the eye of the fatalist. All the sins and secrets will be hidden from the eye of the fatalist.

But Ye Feng didn't make any difference, and almost spouted the tea that had just been drunk.

Jinyu's Dantian area was actually hovering with a turbid black gas. The eyes of the destiny god couldn't see through the black gas at all, and after the golden light of the destiny god's eyes swept through, the black gas rolled up, and there seemed to be signs of awareness.

Ye Feng was secretly surprised, what was Jin Yu, and why there was a black gas in his body that he could not even see through the eyes of his destiny. The energy contained in this black gas surpassed the ancient martial arts.

Seeing Ye Feng look different, Jin Yu smiled and said, "Dr. Ye, drink slowly. The tea is a little hot. You should blow it before you drink. Don't worry."

If it weren't for seeing the black spirit at his Dantian, Jin Yu looked like a gentle old man, sincere and cordial, and kind to others.

But after discovering his unknown secrets, Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart. Such a talent is the most terrible. He is like a wolf with a scalp.

It looks like a harmless sheep for humans and animals, but it is actually a bad wolf with fangs hidden.

He won a third of the equity in his hotel, but when he pulled his teeth, he not only was not angry, he also poured tea and poured water himself, and told him to be careful not to burn his mouth when drinking tea.

There are only two possibilities for this kind of person. Otherwise, he is a traitor of evil, or he is really a general, and he has a broad mind that can tolerate major events in the world.

Ye Feng feels more inclined to the former.

The black air made Ye Feng feel uncomfortable, just like the group of demons in Jiang Yixue, and the Underworld Grim Reaper, whose level exceeded Ye Feng's ability to recognize.

Ye Feng opened the door and smiled from the mountain: "I don't know what happened when Mr. Jin called me to come?"

"Haha, it's nothing. I know my son is not a genius. He has nothing special, but he hasn't really seen him drunk after drinking. Today he was drunk with Dr. Ye. I just wanted to know Ye. Doctor, please have a cup of tea and discuss with you the hotel equity."

Finally talking about the topic, no matter how disguised, the fox will eventually reveal its tail.

Ye Feng took a sip of tea and wrote lightly: "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't want this equity."

Listening to Ye Feng's words, Jin Yu's mouth twitched, but a smile appeared on his face quickly again: "Dr. Ye, it's wrong for you to say that. Our Jin family has always done things brightly. We admit gambling to lose. If we lose, we lose. A third of the hotel’s equity is yours, it’s yours."

"Since Mr. Jin said so, I feel much better in Ye Feng's heart, otherwise, really guilty to face Mr. Jin."

"Haha, Dr. Ye is really a happy person. As soon as I see you, I feel like you are my friend. I have made a deal."

"Haha, I can make friends with Mr. Jin, how can I Ye Feng He De."

"Since Dr. Ye is so refreshing, I think we can really become friends, and I will not hide you. In fact, I am a disciple outside the door of the Shangqing Gate, and the current patriarch Chang Daofeng is my teacher's nephew."

Sure enough, Jin Yu reported from the door. This Jin Yu is really refreshing. Most people will hide their identity as ancient warriors, but Jin Yu is so frank.

Ye Feng clenched his fists in a surprised look: "It turns out that Mr. Jin is still a disciple of the Shangqing door. His seniority is so high, so disrespectful. When I saw Mr. Jin, I had a feeling that I knew each other late, and Mr. Jin was older than me. Brother Xiong."

Listening to Ye Feng calling himself "Brother Jin", Jin Yu showed a trace of shame: "Sovereign Lord Ye is the supreme Wuwu, and no one in the ancient martial world knows. How can I, a disciple of the upper Qing dynasty, call it a brother with Ye Sect."

This is where Jin Yu is clever. He knows that Ye Feng is an ancient Wu Supreme. His identity as a disciple of the Qing Dynasty can’t be concealed. He is simply frank and easier to gain Ye Feng’s trust.

After gaining trust, he depreciates his identity and gains sympathy. It is a river and a lake. Ye Feng is ashamed of himself.

If it weren't for seeing the dark air in Jinyu's body, it was really hot, and he could treat Jinyu as a kind and dear brother.

Ye Feng secretly gave thumbs up to Jin Yu. Unexpectedly, there were personal things out of the door of the Qing Dynasty. Which one of them would fight fiercely and violently? There is no means for the vulgar disciple Jin Yu.

He smiled faintly: "We are all ancient martial arts people. What do we say about high climbing and not high climbing? Brother Jin has a bold personality and a bright personality. I am very close to me. Today I will recognize you as Brother Jin."

"Since my brother said so, don't call me Mr. Jin, just call Brother Jin."

Ye Feng extended his hand enthusiastically: "Golden Brother."

"Brother Ye."

The two laughed at each other, holding their hands tightly, like a pair of good brothers who had known each other for a long time.

Jin Yu thought that Ye Feng really regarded himself as a brother, and he relaxed his vigilance.

Ye Feng suddenly felt that the breath in the room had some subtle changes.

Along with Jin Yu's laughter, a subtle qi that was hard to detect, like a hair, was inadvertently revealed from him.