"Who the hell are you?"

Count George, his face was gloomy, and the fangs in his mouth were seeping. A pair of wings full of mysterious lines on the back slowly opened.

This is his battle form, the body of a vampire.

Count George felt a chill in his heart, they vampires had just appeared in this world for a short time, and in addition to themselves, they would know their inheritance and know their origins.

In the entire West, except for the group of hypocrites in the Temple, who knew their details, I didn't expect to come to the East, this young Eastern cultivator, actually knew their details!

"Poor Dao is just an ordinary cultivator in the East..."

Zhang Daoran tasted tea by himself, and the coffee table, which originally had only one teacup, suddenly had another teacup again. Zhang Daoran helped Chu Mingyue pour a cup of tea and glanced at Count George: "In the East, there are many existences that you won't understand, and you can survive until now, not because you are strong, but because you have been here for too short, and some people disdain to kill you..."

"What kind of tea is this?"

Chu Mingyue had already let go of the heart she had just mentioned, and in her current form, this young Taoist priest seemed to be very powerful, much stronger than this bat.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so leisurely drinking tea, sitting here so confidently, ignoring the bat. If you don't have absolute certainty, how can you be so leisurely?

It's just that this tea is very magical.

It is very bitter in the mouth, more bitter than the yellow lotus. It's just that the bitterness hasn't dissipated yet, and it's full of relish, with a hint of sweetness, with a fragrance, born between the lips and teeth.

What's even more amazing is that after only taking a small sip of this cup of tea, she felt comfortable and clear-headed. The fatigue of nearly a month seems to have been dispelled away by this sip of tea.

Now she felt that her whole body was fluttering, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

"This is a kind of tea grown by Poor Dao himself, which can refresh the mind and strengthen the foundation. ”

This tea is called Congenital Refining God Tea, and it is a tea tree that grows out of the world that Zhang Daoran has gradually perfected. This cup of tea, for ordinary people, has a refreshing and eye-catching effect, and it can also consolidate the foundation.

For cultivators, this cup of tea can make them enlightened.

The value of this cup of tea is enough to be worth a thousand gold!

Chu Mingyue didn't know the value of this tea, she smiled: "The good tea here, why don't you promote it on the market?"

Even if it was the Earl George, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, is this woman an idiot? The moment the tea was poured out just now, he felt that this tea was not simple.

This kind of tea, definitely not too much.

This woman, I thought this was those Longjing Tieguanyin, how many did she want?

"This tea can't be promoted yet, it's too difficult to grow..."

Zhang Daoran smiled: "The tea leaves in this cup of tea are the leaves that grow from a tea tree. This tea tree needs 800 years of growth and 300 years of spiritual energy infusion to grow ninety-nine tea leaves..."

Chu Mingyue opened her mouth, and Zhang Daoran continued: "A piece of tea is enough to enlighten the Dao. If it is a cultivator, this piece of tea, even if you use your group in exchange for such a piece of tea, they will be ecstatic. ”

Chu Mingyue was a little stunned, she couldn't understand the value of this tea.

This little Taoist priest bragging?

Can tea be so expensive?

It does feel good when you drink it, but it's not that exaggerated.

"You..."

Earl George, who was directly ignored, was immediately very angry: "I have the ability to report your name..."

Zhang Daoran raised his head in surprise: "Poor Dao thought that you would run away immediately, it seems that you are very ignorant of current affairs." ”

"Who is Poor Dao, you don't have a chance to know now..."

Zhang Daoran's mind moved, and a flame rose invisibly. With a raised palm, he covered Chu Mingyue's eyes: "You bats, you are arrogant, after a while, where will you go... The descendants of the drought fish, the poor road also wants to see and understand. ”

The flames rose, and Count George didn't react at all, and without even a single shout, he was directly burned into nothingness.

"Let's go back..."

A warm voice came from her ears, and Chu Mingyue felt that when the palm in front of her was taken away, Zhang Daoran had disappeared.

Chu Mingyue was stunned: "What about people?"

The big bat is gone, and the little Taoist priest is gone...

"Chairman, what's wrong? The elevator control is broken, and we just repaired it..."

More than a dozen security guards poured up in the office.

Chu Mingyue smiled faintly: "Thank you for your hard work, I also called you because the elevator was broken, and by accident, the phone was broken..."

The security guard left, Chu Mingyue glanced at the office, and the little Taoist priest did not appear.

"Alas, I wanted to take you abroad, but it seems that you don't have this opportunity to travel at public expense..."

Chu Mingyue first heard Zhang Daoran say that she was going to the West to meet those bats, and she needed to go abroad recently, so she thought that going abroad with such a powerful Taoist priest was also very reassuring.

But the little Taoist priest didn't give her a chance.

......

As soon as he returned to his shop, he saw Huo Feng sitting on a recliner in the shop, rocking the rocking chair boredly.

"Coming back?"

Huofeng stood up from the recliner.

"Hmm..."

Zhang Daoran responded, and the little bat had been solved. When you encounter this kind of bat in the future, you can restrain it by using the Five Thunder Rectification Method. You yourself cultivate flames, but the flame level is too low to restrain these bats.

"Where do these bats come from?"

Huofeng knew about vampires, and vampires only appeared in books before, but he didn't expect them to really appear in reality.

"The descendants of Jiuli have some of the bloodline inheritance of the Drought Fish..."

Zhang Daoran smiled: "This thin bloodline is not as good as our descendants of the Wu clan of Huaguo, and they dare to call themselves gods, which is really ridiculous." ”

"Real people..."

Huo Feng hesitated a little: "The senior management of the Dragon Group wants to invite you to the headquarters of the Dragon Group... Great Elder, they want to see you, Great Elder of the Nation..."

There are many Great Elders, and the Great Elders of this country have a lot of weight. Huo Feng deliberately mentioned it like this, she understood that Zhang Daoran would know this meaning.

"Great Elder?"

Zhang Daoran was a little surprised: "Poor Dao is just a qi practitioner, a cultivator, idle clouds and wild cranes, at ease." If the country is in danger, it will naturally choose to take action. Social harmony will lead to seclusion in the mountains and forests. To see or not to see, there is no point ... The poor road is used to idleness, and it cannot be restrained..."

Huofeng's face was full of disappointment: "I hope you have figured it out and can go to the Dragon Group..."

"Poor Dao understands everything, you want to set up a Xuanmen, and Poor Dao can contribute, but Poor Dao doesn't want to take a post, and he doesn't want to show his face... If you can, the poor Dao disciples, as well as the Law Enforcement Hall, the poor Dao can all be placed in the Xuanmen..."

At the beginning of the establishment of the Law Enforcement Hall, Zhang Daoran was for the Xuanmen, so naturally there would be no reluctance.

Huofeng was a little surprised, this Zhang Zhenren really has great powers. The Xuanmen was established, and only a few people knew about it, and there would never be more than twenty, and it had just made this proposal.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Daoran already knew everything.

"So, thank you to the real person..."

Huofeng admires it a little, this kind of person is not attached to power, he is the real master...

"Let's wait until the poor road comes back..."

Zhang Daoran smiled: "If Poor Dao doesn't go, if you don't meet them, they will also feel uneasy... When the power is great, others will be jealous. ”