He quickly shifted his gaze to Li Zhenguang.

Sure enough, the damn guy had already torn off a leaf from the tea seedling and threw it into the teapot filled with boiling water.

Even if you want to make tea, you shouldn't make it like this, right?

In this world, where is there anyone who makes tea directly with fresh leaves?

Old man Xin's heart was filled with helplessness again.

Faced with a wayward and powerless situation, what else could he say?

Things belong to other people, and the other party can get them as they want, and they can't help themselves.

However, before he could come back to his senses, the scene in front of him deeply shocked Xin Wuyi.

I saw that inside the crystal teapot, wisps of faint green silk slowly rose from the top of the leaves, and it looked very good.

After a while, the green silk turned to the bottom of the pot with the heat flow, and slowly melted.

Soon, a pot full of boiling water was dyed pale green, as if the whole teapot was the same color.

The color is light green, but the body of the pot is transparent, just like a pure handicraft as beautiful and moving.

Before Old Man Xin could appreciate it a few more times, Li Zhenguang had already lifted the teapot, filled the two teacups, and put a cup in front of the other party with tweezers.

Then, he said lightly: "Please use it slowly." ”

He picked up a cup and enjoyed it slowly.

This thing should not be exposed to the air for too long, otherwise, those life elements will volatilize into the air, causing unnecessary waste.

As for the other party, he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

As soon as he heard Li Zhenguang's invitation, Xin had already picked up the teacup with lightning speed, and just took a sip.

Even if he relied on the cultivation of the Jindan period, he didn't have to be afraid of that bit of heat, but Xin had no intention of looking like that, and he was too anxious.

The problem is that people don't take it seriously at all, and they are already waiting there anxiously for the next drink.

Just as Li Zhenguang put down the teacup in his hand, ready to help the other party fill it again.

Suddenly, Xin's unintentional expression changed drastically.

The wrinkled old face showed a frightened expression.

At the same time, cold sweat fell in a whizz.

With this, the originally star-studded sky suddenly became cloudy, with lightning and thunder.

"It's over!"

Xin muttered to himself with a dead face.

He never expected that a mere cup of tea would cause his cultivation, which had been silent for many years, to suddenly undergo drastic changes.

The golden pill, which was as hard as steel, was actually washed to pieces by the warm current gushing out of the stomach.

No, it should be said, it melted away like ice and snow being scorched by the scorching sun.

And the liquid golden pill after melting is actually slowly shaping and transforming in the direction of the human form?

This means that Old Man Xin is stepping into the level of Yuan Infancy that he has always dreamed of.

Of course, if you want to successfully achieve this wish, you must successfully survive the catastrophe in front of you.

I see that my long-cherished wish is about to come true.

Poor old man Xin, he was not in the sect at this time, how could he not be terrified?

You know, there is a special place in the sect to cross the tribulation.

Although there is no guarantee that it will be 100% safe, it can improve the success rate somewhat, right?

Don't look down on that little success rate.

Sometimes, it is often just a little bit short, and the previous achievements are wasted, and the body is lost.

This tragedy has not happened uncommonly, and judging from past experience, it has accounted for more than half of the proportion.

Perhaps, this is the biggest difference between the Great Gate School and those who are loose cultivators.

Who wouldn't want to live a few more years?

In the face of this terrible path, who wouldn't want to fight for it if they could be a little more sure?

Therefore, being able to join the Great Gate Sect is the greatest wish of all cultivators.

At this moment, Old Man Xin is not only in a different place, but also isolated, what is the difference between him and those scattered cultivators?

It's no wonder that his face is like ashes, and cold sweat is dripping.

The most terrible point is that he has completely lost the motivation to resist.

There is no way, there is such a stubborn master on the stall, coupled with the fact that he has been nesting in the sect all the year round, and has not gone out to find a suitable opportunity, Xin has no intention of having any tools to cross the catastrophe.

With the pain of going through the whole process, it is better to simply be happy, and directly take a blow, and it will be a hundred.

That's the only thing he's thinking at the moment.

Therefore, the flowers in these greenhouses have a lot less wildness and desire than those scattered cultivators in terms of survival ability.

Even if the limit of his cultivation that he expected to be able to reach was only the peak of the late stage of Jindan.

But what if one day, like today, suddenly comes to move to a higher level?

Regarding this point, Xin has no intention of doing so, and he has not thought about it at all.

Perhaps, when I was young, I had this dream.

But after experiencing disappointment more times, it is inevitable that you will relax.

Of course, the factional struggles in the sect are also one of the reasons for his discouragement.

Over the years, on the side of the Alien Beast Palace, it is not that no one has been in the sect.

However, there are many people who have been tricked in secret, and in the end, they have fallen short.

Seeing a lot of life and death, cannibalism and cannibalism, I feel that life is just like that.

Therefore, he honestly nested in Fukuzawa Hall and lived one day at a time.

Besides, when others cross the catastrophe, there will be a certain omen, which is enough for them to rush back to the sect and prepare for it.

How can he come like him, like a fart, without any signs?

Frightened by the change in the sky, it was not only Xin who was the culprit.

In the village, it has long been a pot of hot porridge.

Countless figures swept through the air at great speed, desperately fleeing to the outside of the village.

They didn't dare to hesitate at all.

The coercion in the heavens became more and more terrifying, as if a terrifying beast was about to descend.

If you delay for a while, you won't be able to escape.

And the lightning shuttled through the thick clouds without a moment's delay, adding a bit of terrifying atmosphere.

No one would think of someone robbing that piece.

After all, this thunder and lightning and coercion came too quickly, too quickly, and it was not at all like the scenes of the previous catastrophes.

In other words, they believe that it was the one who killed a thousand knives who did something that lost the conscience of heaven and provoked the monstrous wrath of God.

Of course, the people who are still stationed in the village are not non-existent.

Countless people, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled have resigned themselves to staying at home, intending to live and die together with their relatives.

Faced with this terrible scene, no one believed that they would have a chance to escape.

Anyway, this life is also miserable.

If you die like this, you won't be able to do it, and you will have a chance to have a good baby in your next life.