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However, when nearly ten minutes had passed, Han Dao, who had been lazily leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly noticed that at some point, the entire private room had become so quiet that he could only hear the steady breathing of ten Navy SEALs.

"Squeak!"

Before Han Dao could become suspicious, the wooden door of the private room had been gently pushed open.

An old man dressed in yellow linen appeared at the door, hooked at the waist, holding a tea tray in both hands, and was slowly walking at this moment.

For some reason, the moment he saw this old man, Han Dao immediately had a stirring spirit all over his body, and before the other party could walk in, his body had already stood up involuntarily.

The old man did not have the slightest aura of a cultivator on his body, no matter how Han Dao investigated, the other party was just an ordinary old man, but there was an intuition that told him that the old man in front of him was by no means as simple as it seemed.

The eyes of the Navy SEALs who were guarding all over the room had changed, and as long as the old man in front of him made any movement, they would block in front of Han Dao as soon as possible.

However, the old man who walked slowly did not react at all, but calmly walked to the tea table, gently put down the tea tray, and then took out the tea sets one by one.

"You may be seated!"

The old man smiled charitantly, and slowly made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.

"I don't know what ...... seniors are?"

The old man spoke, Han Dao didn't want to sit down, but his body sat down uncontrollably, he noticed that the door of the private room had been quietly closed at some point, and the entire private room seemed to be completely cut off from the outside world, and there was not the slightest other sound.

"I can't talk about my predecessors, I have no name, and I am an old man who makes tea!"

The old man also sat down, opened his mouth lightly, and his right hand had already placed two fist-sized ancient pottery teacups, the teacups were simple and heavy, but they were more in line with the image of the old man.

However, Han Dao's brows furrowed even tighter, when he went upstairs, he had noticed that the utensils in the teahouse were all light and transparent exquisite tea sets, among which there were no such teacups at all.

"Who the hell is this old man? And for what purpose? I can't detect the slightest aura of cultivation, but the feeling it gives me is by no means ordinary, this feeling of being completely suppressed ......" Han Dao stared at the old man in front of him quietly, wanting to see something from the other party's face, but he found nothing, however, he was sure that even when he faced the first person in the South China Sea Continent, the human immortal Jin Xingyue, he did not face this old man so depressed.

As if sensing Han Dao's gaze, the old man raised his head slightly, glanced at Han Dao, showed a hint of a charitable smile, and then lowered his head again, concentrating on making tea.

Boiling water poured out of the copper kettle that the old man had raised, and just after covering the tea leaves in the teacup, it came to an abrupt end.

Two white gases rose haze, accompanied by bursts of fresh tea fragrance, and filled the room in the blink of an eye.

Han Dao sniffed, I have to say that the tea is a good tea, it should be the new tea of the year, and it still carries the fresh breath of the tea garden.

The old man on the other side had never left the two teacups since the moment he made the tea, and a few minutes had passed.

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, tilted it slowly, poured out the impurities in the tea, and then lifted the copper kettle and poured the boiling water into the teacup again.

Let the pieces of tea rotate and churn in the water, ups and downs.

"Please!"

The old man waved his hand, and one of the teacups had already arrived in front of Han Dao.

Kirov airboats have been built, number: 10

At the same time, in Han Dao's brain, the prompt voice of the Zhi Brain suddenly sounded.

"Possessed by the Kirov airboat, the main target of attack, the Zerg Mother Tree!"

Han Dao was slightly stunned, and then ordered, since the extinction plan has been formulated, it must be completed according to the plan.

After doing all this, Han Dao also made a gesture of please to the old man opposite, and then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip gently.

A fragrance suddenly spread in the mouth, and then, the tea in the mouth directly turned into a warm current, flowing down the river and scattering away.

"Good tea!"

The next moment, Han Dao almost blurted out, this is not a compliment, but from the heart, just after taking a sip, he has already felt the extraordinaryness of this tea.

He felt that the warmth of the tea did not dissipate directly after reaching his abdomen, but gradually integrated into all parts of his body, and it was a perfect fusion with the spiritual power in his body.

Just this sip of tea actually refined hundreds of cubic meters of spiritual energy on the top.

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At this time, hundreds of kilometers away, to the east of the ruins of Danxia Sect.

"Hey, why is it getting dark over there?" At the edge of the ruins, a monk suddenly wondered.

"That'...... What's that? Beside him, a Yuan Infant Realm monk heard the sound, and his huge consciousness instantly enveloped the area, but the next moment he was stunned by the picture fed back by his consciousness.

The Kirov airship is really not small in reality, just one, the size of several football fields, at this time ten of them flew by at the same time, almost completely obscuring a piece of the sky, magnificent.

On the city wall, there were family masters who noticed the anomalies in the ruins, but no one asked, let alone had the heart to find out, they all knew which one's masterpiece these were, and they also knew that the existence was not something that those present could provoke.

"The Kirov airship has departed, and it is expected to arrive in the Zerg area in an hour!"

The prompt of the wisdom brain sounded in his head, Han Dao's face was as usual, he quietly picked up the teacup in front of him, slowly took a sip, and then closed his eyes slightly, feeling the tea slowly penetrate all over his body.

"The world is in chaos, can one person save it?"

The old man on the other side suddenly asked, his tone serious.

Han Dao's pupils shrank suddenly, and when the old man asked, he couldn't tell which camp the other party was.

"Don't ask for help, just for peace of mind!"

Han Dao put down the teacup in his hand, his fingers slowly rubbed the rough texture on the teacup, his answer was a little compromised, but he did not lose his heart, no matter where the other party came, or if he represented a certain force, his words could be regarded as having a clear conscience.

"For the generals, sit in the army, and cut the enemy thousands of miles away! Xiaoyou's indifference, old decay admires! ”

The old man's solemn face suddenly bloomed with an appreciative smile, and his tone seemed a lot closer.

"If they are not of my race, their hearts will be different! Exterminate these aliens, I believe that the predecessors are also willing to see it! Han Dao stared at the old man's eyes and said slowly.

The old man smiled and said nothing, just lifted the copper kettle and filled the teacup in front of Han Dao again.

"Please!"

Opposite the old man, Han Dao's heart was slammed at this moment, just now, he suddenly felt a fierce murderous aura, pointing directly at himself, although it was fleeting, but it was really incomparable!

I'm sorry, don't give a reward, I'll finish this work. (To be continued.) )