Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Everyone ranked the spiritual waters according to their various conditions. The spiritual spring water was the undisputed first, as for the others.

After a long debate, they decided that the second was the Star Water from Zhimingke, the third was the Queshe Water from Sushang Zhenren, the fourth was the Ionic Water, the fifth was the Pure Spirit Water, and the sixth was the Rootless Water from Tianxueshan.

All the cold gray Taoists sneered: "You brought spiritual water like Star Water, and you still said you don't want to participate. You are really hypocritical."

Zhimingke collapsed on the table, like a completely flattened piece of dried salted fish.

He waved his hand, his expression showing a hint of resentment, and said calmly, "Good water does not mean good tea. I calculated that I have no hope of winning this tea contest, so whatever."

"The second tea-tea ...

Zhimingke said this and took out a set of tea sets made of star stone.

Everyone took turns taking out the tea sets they had prepared.

Su Shang Zhenren: "Ten thousand years of red sand."

The Taoist of Cold Gray: "The roots of the black ink tree."

Huojia Layman: "Floral stone."

The man in hemp clothes: "Thousand-year-old purple bamboo."

Green robe old man: "Warm light white jade."

According to past practice, there was no comparison of the tea utensils, so the competition ended in a draw.

But this time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lao Baicao's set of warm-light white jade tea set was the most precious.

As white as mutton fat, without a single blemish or color.

Even the workmanship is impeccable.

And the small logo on the edge.

It was clearly made by the number one weapon refiner.

The old man in green robe was secretly proud. He pinched his beard and spoke first: "There is no difference between the tea sets. In my opinion, how about this round being a draw?"

Look, what a humble and generous attitude.

Several people rolled their eyes at him at the same time.

Usually, Baicao Zhenren is very stingy, but now he is pretending.

Didn’t you see how many wrinkles there were on that old face from smiling?

The burly man in sackcloth clothes suddenly said, "How about we compare by numbers?"

He chuckled and said, "I also have red paulownia wood, elixir iron, and small secret gold."

"Oh~" The old man in green robe's tone changed drastically.

"Then I have to compete with you. I have a set of black jade, blue field, purple sand, secret gold, and secret silver..."

The old man in green robes arranged a row of luxurious tea cups in a pretentious manner, glanced at the man in sackcloth clothes and said, "Do you still want to compare by quantity?"

The burly man in sackcloth clothes froze in laughter and shook his head frantically: "No more competition, draw? Draw, hahahaha."

Zhimingke came over and touched it with his hand, and said with amazement: "Old Baicao, you are rich? Where did you get so many precious tea sets? They are all made of top-quality materials."

The old man in green robe tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his mouth, and put on a calm demeanor: "Well, a very sensible young man is honoring me. You know it's hard to refuse."

Everyone: We know nothing.

"What kind of young man can be so generous?" said the Taoist Han Hui in a sinister voice.

"I can see that you have nothing to hold back and are trying to take advantage of someone else's misfortune. I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible." The old man in green robe said unhappily.

"We just want to meet some outstanding young people in the world of immortal cultivation. What are you thinking, Old Baicao?"

"That's right. Why should we judge others by our own standards?"

"Maybe we old guys can give your young one some pointers."

"Get out of here! How dare you act like a big shot!"

Master Su Shang glanced at him coldly: "Stop talking and start a tea-fighting competition!"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

The burly man in sackcloth took out two small jade boxes and opened them.

The fate-conscious guest came closer to take a look, shook his head and chanted: "The drunkenness has just worn off and the sun has not yet set. The secluded window is urging the purple clouds to burst. The new tea from Yanding tastes even more refreshing. The immortals picked the white cloud flowers."

He pointed to the box on the left: "Ziyunyu."

He pointed to the box on the right: "Bai Yunying."

Zhimingke stroked his snow-white beard that was about to drag on the ground and praised: "Not bad, Mai Yi, it's rare that you have such taste, they are all among the top ten famous teas, although they are not among the top five, but they are all rare and fine products."

The burly man in sackcloth chuckled and said, "This is a gift from someone I saved a life with. I'm counting on this to win."

The fate-knower kept saying, "It's difficult, difficult, difficult."

Huojia Layman also took out two boxes. He gently opened them and said, "My tea is cloud grass and pine nematode buds."

The fate-knower continued to chant, shaking his head: "Thousand-year-old cloud grass, early spring pine vine buds."

The cold gray Taoist scratched his ears, which were about to be callused, and said with great disdain: "I know you are a cultured person, can you stop reciting poems for now?"

"Vulgar!" Zhimingke glared at him and continued to shake his head.

"The soup should be cooked slowly, so cook the dragon bud and phoenix grass slowly. These are exactly the two flavors I was talking about. What a pity, what a pity, clouds, mist and rain, clouds, mist and grass, the difference of two words makes a world of difference." Zhimingke looked regretful.

Then he looked up at the other three and said, "You must have hidden something good, take it out quickly."

The cold gray Taoist laughed and said, "It seems that all your fighting items will belong to me."

As he spoke, he threw out a small black box from his sleeve.

Zhimingke came forward and said, "Let me take a look."

Zhimingke's eyes trembled: "!"

The king of black tea never sleeps.

Zhimingke took a big sip of the tea.

“Bu Ye Hou is able to surpass Ziyunyu and Baiyunying and become one of the five famous teas, thanks to its unique aroma.”

Seeing him reciting those sad poems again, the old man in green robe felt overwhelmed. He grabbed a piece of cloth from the table, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the mouth of the fateful guest.

The fate-knower: “Hmmmm!!!”

"Hehehe, everyone, if you don't have the things to show for yourself, you don't have to take them." The Taoist Han Hui said provocatively.

The tall and slender Su Shang Zhenren threw out a small red lacquered box with a gold-plated lock.

His snow-white face was stern and he said, "Then I'll open your eyes. I'm determined to win this tea contest."

The Taoist Han Hui laughed grimly.

The snow-white whisk opened the golden lock, revealing something quietly placed inside.

The laughter of the Taoist Han Hui suddenly stopped.

"Xian Minghua!" His hoarse voice ended sharply.

Zhimingke spat out the tablecloth in his mouth and said in amazement: "Su Shang, it's you who have to be rich and powerful."

Master Su Shang's face turned cold, and he said sternly, "This is what I earned with my own ability."

Zhimingke knew he had stepped on a landmine, and quickly comforted him: "I used the wrong words, don't be angry."

Mr. Huojia looked at Master Baicao, who looked leisurely from beginning to end.

Since this guy took out the extremely rare Xingqu grass, it is impossible for him to lose the tea battle easily. Such a relaxed attitude...

Mr. Huojia said, "Old Baicao, are you still hiding it?"

He must have been confident in tricking them into taking out equally precious items, but what if his item could surpass Su Shang Zhenren's Fairy Tea Flower?

Huojia Lay Buddhist looked as if he could see through everything and asked, "Could it be that you really have a dragon-sparrow tongue?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's attention was instantly focused on Master Baicao.

By the way, this guy is the one who bets on Xingqu Grass.

Seeing everyone urging him, the old man in green robe smiled and said, "Then I won't hide my incompetence. Please forgive me for making fun of you."

As he spoke, he took out a cold jade ice box from the storage magic tool.

A storage box with cold properties.

Could it be...

Zhimingke couldn't wait to snatch it from Master Baicao and open the cold jade ice box.

His pupils trembled, and he said in shock: "Clouds, smoke, and rain!!!"

Everyone's eyes widened instantly.