A pot of Pu'er tea is very thick, whether the tea is good tea or not, it is very simple to distinguish.

When you drink it in your mouth, you have a melt-in-your-mouth that goes silky into your throat without feeling bitter, and then it is sweet.

Usually, such a tea can be considered a good tea.

Of course, there are many ways to identify what level of tea is, such as tea soup and the like.

Ji Xuefeng can be regarded as an old tea farmer, he likes to drink tea, like others like to smoke, smoking has a smoking addiction, and he even suspects that he has a tea addiction.

However, about tea culture, retrospectively, especially in Chinese culture, it is really called a strong stroke.

For tea, it is also a variety of benefits, what to lose weight and maintain beauty, what to prevent cancer and detoxification, etc., there has never been a statement about tea addiction.

Addiction, the prefix of disease, shows that "addiction" is a disease in itself.

It is also very interesting for the ancients to create words.

In other words, "addiction" is a hidden and invisible disease, which does not particularly manifest itself as a certain disease, but is actually a disease.

Fang Zhiwei saw Ji Xuefeng and the others, they all took a sip of tea, his eyes showed a kind of expectation, and he asked curiously: "How is it? 30 years of Pu'er, you still have the right appetite, right?"

Ji Xuefeng smashed it and praised it, "Good tea, definitely good tea." ”

"Well, that's good. Jiang Ye expressed satisfaction.

Li Guang and Wu Cong did not express any opinions, and they were relatively not too familiar with the tea ceremony.

Fang Zhiwei nodded, "If you like it, a few little brothers, drink slowly." ”

"Okay!"

After Fang Zhiwei walked back to the counter, Ji Xuefeng took a deep breath, "Do you know, who this old man is?"

"Who? Isn't that the owner of this teahouse?" Li Guang said immediately.

Jiang Ye also agreed, "Yes, who else can it be?"

Ji Xuefeng hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice and asked, "Have you heard of the 'Baiye Gate'?"

Jiang Ye immediately burst out laughing, "What is the shallow door, the thousand leaf gate, I know the big front door." ”

"A big chaebol that claims to be comparable to the richest family in the world, the Rothschilds. Family-owned super consortium. Ji Xuefeng further said.

", you didn't drink again, why are you talking nonsense?" Jiang Ye said questioningly.

"Look, poverty limits your imagination, and the shutters are real. This boss, named Fang Zhiwei, is one of the three elders of the Baiye Sect......"

"Hahaha, laugh to death,, why do you talk more and more suspenseful, and the three elders, why don't you talk about the nine bags of elders of the beggar gang!" Jiang Ye smiled.

Li Guang and Wu Cong were also confused, and they couldn't figure out whether what Ji Xuefeng said was true or false.

"Do you know, cultivator?"

Li Guang and Wu Cong immediately replied, "Nonsense, isn't that all in." ”

Li Guang and Wu Cong are book lovers and have read a lot, so of course they know what the hell a cultivator is.

"I'm talking about the real world, there are cultivators, do you believe it?"

Ji Xuefeng seems to be planning to indirectly tell a few die-hard friends that he is already a cultivator.

Who knows, as soon as he finished speaking, Li Guang and Wu Cong burst into laughter, "Damn, Lao Ji, are you confused? Do you still want to let the car crash and then experience the crossing?"

"That's it, brother has been a little abnormal lately!" Jiang Ye also expressed disbelief.

Ji Xuefeng knew in his heart, look, he really told them that it was useless, and they all thought he was talking nonsense.

"Don't believe me, remember what I told you tonight, and it may be good for you in the future. Ji Xuefeng said in a low voice.

Jiang Ye blinked his eyes and grinned, ", you won't tell us that you are a cultivator, right?"

Ji Xuefeng sighed slightly, "No way, even if I tell you, don't you believe it!"

"Awesome!"

"**Exploded!"

Jiang Ye, Li Guang, and Wu Cong were speechless, and they couldn't understand what Ji Xuefeng meant.

"Bang dang!"

The door of Chayun was pushed open, and like a ghost, several men in suits and leather shoes floated in.

They are all white Europeans and Americans, and they are exceptionally strong and surprisingly strong.

Ji Xuefeng frowned slightly, and said in his heart: It's not good, why is it that at this time, Lingtai Fangcun's group of cultivators came.

However, soon, he realized that the cultivators on the Lingtai were not coming for him, but walked towards the counter.

The leader was a man with curly brown hair, a tall nose, and thick arms like the trunks of a pine and cypress tree.

He shouted towards the counter, "You are Fang Zhiwei, one of the three elders of the Baiye Sect?"

Fang Zhiwei slowly raised his head and looked at the person who came, although he was over fifty years old, his eyes were not cloudy at all, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I am Fang Zhiwei, but I don't know what door you are talking about, what do you mean, you are asking me where the door is, right?"

He deliberately pretended to be stupid, pointed to the door next to him, and gave the order to evict the guests.

"Smack!"

A slap on the counter, "click", the counter shattered in response to the sound, collapsing into debris.

Fang Zhiwei's expression froze slightly, and he smiled indifferently, "This friend, dare you to find fault, not to drink tea, right?"

"Fang Zhiwei, if you have anything to say, you go to the underworld and talk to Lord Yama, up!" The curly-brown-haired white man at the head ordered, and several men in suits and leather shoes behind him took up their positions and pounced on Fang Zhiwei.

Jiang Ye, Li Guang, and Wu Cong were dumbfounded, and looked at Ji Xuefeng, "What should I do?

"Don't worry, wait and see!" Ji Xuefeng said in a low voice.

"Bang!"

Before the four of them finished speaking, they saw one of the European and American men who pounced on Fang Zhiwei, and somehow flew out of the air, crashed into the pillar of the teahouse, and rolled back to the ground, spurting a mouthful of red blood from his mouth.

Ji Xuefeng frowned slightly, and at this time, he realized that Fang Zhiwei, one of the three elders of the Baiye Sect, was also equipped with a stunt, and he almost lost his eyes.

Jiang Ye, Li Guang, and Wu Cong were stunned.

The sudden change made the curly-brown-haired European and American man even more manic, roared angrily, and punched Fang Zhiwei.

Fang Zhi took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed the fist of the European and American man, pulled it hard, raised his elbow, and slammed it under the opponent's throat.

"Ahh

With a tragic scream, the body of the curly-brown-haired European and American man rose into the air, hit the corner of the table directly on the side, and rolled to the ground.

Ji Xuefeng was even more surprised, he couldn't imagine that Fang Zhiwei's martial arts cultivation was so good, it was really hidden.

Judging from the cultivation of these intruders, at least they are also similar to the cultivation of the Five Elements in the Lingtai square.

And Fang Zhiwei turned out to be such an easy second kill, he took a step, the power and speed of the punch, the explosive power was quite amazing, three punches and two kicks knocked down these people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, flying up and kicking out, one kick at a time, how many would break in, how many would kick out of the gate......