Zhou Bufan was silent for a few moments, and suddenly chuckled, "It's okay, since your master is so hospitable, I'll sit down and taste the tea."

Wuweizi and others were stunned, but seeing that Zhou Bufan had already sat down first, they couldn't say anything else, so they sat down one after another.

Zhou Bufan was out of body, so he naturally sat alone at the table.

The other two Nascent Souls are at the same table.

Seeing Wuweizi preparing to go to another table, the beggar Taoist immediately shouted:

"Wuweizi, come here."

Wuweizi was slightly stunned and sat opposite the beggar Taoist with a gloomy face. He wanted to find an opportunity to ask clearly what happened.

Seeing that everyone had finished their seats, a Taoist immediately stepped forward to put tea sets for them.

When Master Li saw a Taoist holding some clay pots, he said in surprise: "Isn't it a tea set? What are you holding?"

"This... I can't find so many tea sets, I can only use these to make up..."

The Taoist said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, go."

Master Li waved his hand in a strange look.

The tea set was quickly placed in front of everyone, and the dark yellow tea was filled with it. The strange smell made people frown.

Zhou Bufan looked at the white paper man and the black paper man secretly. He couldn't see through the aura of these two paper man. The only thing that was certain was that the feeling these two paper man gave him was very dangerous.

"Wuweizi, we may have encountered some trouble today. Don't act rashly. These two paper men... may be stronger than me."

Zhou Bufan sent a message to the three Nascent Souls.

Wuweizi and the other two were stunned, and an incredible look flashed in their eyes.

These two paper men...the strength is above their ancestors!?

Isn’t this Daqian Daomen Gate? Did they come to the wrong place?

After Zhou Bufan reminded him, the three Nascent Souls' expressions became even more ugly. They immediately sent a message to the group of Golden Pill senior officials, indicating that they should not act rashly.

A senior Jindan executive frowned and looked at the teacup in front of him. After a while, he held it up and put it in front of his nose and smelled it carefully for a few times. Suddenly he said in a lost voice:

"Where is this tea? This is clearly a pickled thing for mortals!!"

After being reminded by him, Zhou Bufan and others were shocked and stared at the teacup in front of them in disbelief.

By chance, Wuweizi was not in front of him, but a clay pot that he had found to make up the numbers, and the pickled items inside were almost overflowing!

"Hahahahaha!"

The beggar Taoist laughed wildly: "You finally recognize this thing? Do you know that I have been drinking here for three days, three days, hahaha!"

"What……"

Everyone looked at the beggar Taoist in disbelief.

Sanren from Nankongshan, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, actually drank this kind of thing here for three days!?

When I thought about the other party's kneeling here, an ominous premonition surged into my heart.

Zhou Bufan forced himself to calm down, and a smile appeared on his face. He seemed to be talking to the black paper man and the white paper man, but his eyes were looking at Fang Chen not far away:

"Two, such jokes are not funny. I wonder what the owner of the land is meant by this?"

"I didn't say it just now? I'll talk after drinking tea. This is our way of treating guests. If you want guests to follow the host, you can follow the customs."

The black paper man bent over and carried a teapot to fill Zhou Bufan's teacup.

"How could our great monks suffer such humiliation!"

A Jindan rose up the table in anger, and the tea table was overturned, and the tea set and tea were also spread all over the floor. The Jindan opposite him quickly pulled away, but was still touched a little, and he thought to himself that he was unlucky.

The golden elixir that was lifting the table looked at Zhou Bufan, "Old ancestor, as long as you give me the order, I will never retreat at all!"

Zhou Bufan looked at him for a while, nodded slightly, then raised the teacup in front of him and drank it all without frowning.

"hiss--"

Wuweizi and others took a breath of cold air in their hearts, half because they drank such pickled things for Zhou Bufan, and half because they thought that even Zhou Bufan was so decisive, which shows that the seriousness of the matter was enough to endanger their lives.

Which of the people here today has not practiced for hundreds of years? In order to strive for immortality and practice hard all day long, what else can be more important than your own life?

Thinking of this, everyone picked up teacups and drank them all.

Wuweizi looked at the clay pot in front of him and subconsciously looked at the black paper man:

"Fellow Taoist, is my cup a little bigger?"

"Are you unhappy with our hospitality?"

The black paper man smiled.

Wuweizi didn't say anything, holding the clay pot and drank it.

The beggar Taoist's face was filled with gloating smile, "Drink, drink quickly, and there is something else, you must drink enough."

Wuweizi can already understand why the other party hates him so much, but it does not mean that he can understand.

"You continue to mock and wait until today's matter is over. Let me see if you can stay in Cang Dao Mansion."

Wuweizi glanced at the beggar Taoist coldly, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said softly.

The beggar Taoist was slightly stunned and his expression became a little ugly.

Seeing that everyone had drunk, even his ancestor was no exception. The Jindan, who had just overturned the tea table, stood still, motionless, and was quite embarrassed.

Fortunately, the person on the opposite side immediately set up the coffee table and asked someone to pour tea again with a smile on his face.

"We don't have many tea cups, and one of them has been beaten to pieces. It's really..."

A Taoist frowned and shook his head, then hurried away. When he appeared again, he was holding a rice jar in his hand.

Dong.

He put the rice jar in front of the golden elixir and said, "There is no teacup, just use this to make do."

The Jindan looked pale. Seeing the other party pinching his nose and filling the rice jar, he slowly closed his eyes, and a crystal clear teardrop seemed to condense in the corners of his eyes.

How many years have he not been so humiliated?

After Zhou Bufan finished drinking the tea, he stood up and looked at Fang Chen, held his fists and bowed:

"Next week, I don't know what friends call me?"

"This is our ancestor Fang from the Three Thousand Sects. My master Pei Qingfeng is not as old as the ancestor Fang."

Master Li said with a smile.

Zhou Bufan and others ignored the statement of the Three Thousand Daomen Sect, but were a little shocked. When did Daomen Sect have another ancestor, who is of higher age than Pei Qingfeng?

"It turns out that it was Fellow Daoist Fang, who was rude and rude. I don't know what this person said to Fellow Daoist Fang, but please don't believe it. This person must be nonsense."

Zhou Bufan bowed with his fists and looked at the beggar Taoist at the same time.

The beggar Taoist was furious: "Zhou Bufan, you Ziyang Taoist Sect dared to be so shameless? If it weren't for Wuweizi, how could I come here to leave a message for you!?"

"Just, I don't know you before, you are fart for me!"

Wuweizi sneered.

"You are so shameless."

The beggar Taoist stared at Wuweizi.

Master Li and others watched this scene with great interest.

Everyone has seen dog bites.

But when a monk like this who has a status in the world of cultivation is bitten, they are really the first time they see him.

"Don't argue, everyone is a guest, what's the point of making a noise? Just drink tea and discuss the truth."

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

Zhou Bufan and others looked like earth, and they still wanted to drink it? Could it be that they also wanted to drink it like the beggar Taoist for several days in a row!?
Chapter completed!