Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 847 How Does My Young Master’s Spirit Tea Taste
Someone sneered and said, "I still don't believe it, Zhenbao Pavilion dares to openly be our enemy."

"Fellow daoists, is there anyone who is willing to go with me to the Zhenbao Pavilion to ask for someone?"

There was a response from below: "Yes, yes!"'

"I will go to the Treasure Pavilion together with fellow daoists."

"If you dare to detain the disciples of our Zhenhai Sect, I must go to the Zhenbao Pavilion to seek justice."

"Okay, let's go now and see what happens to the Treasure Pavilion!" A group of people walked out while talking, the Patriarch of the Hua family and a few stable monks couldn't even persuade them.

Qi Zhenjun smiled wryly at the monks rushing towards Zhenbao Pavilion with high morale, and said to the Patriarch of the Hua family and several other stable monks: "Fellow Taoists, let us also follow to see the situation."

"If the situation is not good, we can stop it in time."

Ouyang Zichen didn't go anywhere, and was waiting for them to come to Zhenbao Pavilion.

He was sitting in the spacious hall of the Treasure Pavilion, drinking spirit tea leisurely, while watching the people coming and going in the Treasure Pavilion.

In the center of the hall, there is a luxurious crystal cover. In the middle of the cover, there is the eyeball of the golden-eyed beast, reflecting the light of the crystal, which is extremely gorgeous.

Most of the people coming and going in and out of the Treasure Pavilion came for the eyes of the golden-eyed beast. They surrounded the crystal cover and pointed at the eyes of the golden-eyed beast inside.

For the sake of safety, it is forbidden to approach within a foot of the crystal cover.

Of course, not everyone was so obedient at the beginning, but when the Nth monk was mercilessly thrown out by the prohibition around the crystal cover and couldn't get up on the ground for a long time, these monks were finally honest.

The eyes of the golden-eyed beast are radiant, and the faint golden light dazzles every monk who comes to visit. Who said that the eyes of the golden-eyed beast in Zhenbao Pavilion are fake?

That person is either blind or afraid that the world will not be chaotic. The eyes of this golden-eyed beast are really good, right?

And, the quality is very good.

When the monks from Qishan City rushed to the Treasure Pavilion aggressively, before entering the door, they heard the monks who came out of the Treasure Pavilion whispering, all talking about the eyeball of the golden-eyed beast.

Everyone's footsteps paused, and they turned their heads to look at the excited monk walking away, then moved again and stepped into the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion.

When they first entered the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion, what attracted their attention was not the golden-eyed animal eye in the middle, but Ouyang Zichen who was sitting leisurely at the top.

Ouyang Zichen, who was dressed in a brocade robe, glanced over them casually, then looked back, lowered his head and continued to drink his spiritual tea.

Such a ignoring attitude made the monks in Qishan City furious.

The monk who was the leader who came to ask for someone sneered: "Zhenbao Pavilion, Mr. Ouyang, when you see us coming, aren't you ready to welcome us?"

Ouyang Zichen put his eyes on him: "Are there any problems with your brain?"

The monk was furious: "Mr. Ouyang, what did you say? Does this mean you don't pay attention to my monks in Qishan City?"

Ouyang Zichen sneered: "If your brain is not sick, and you are still very sick, how can you say such a brainless thing?"

"You came to my Zhenbao Pavilion to make trouble, and my Zhenbao Pavilion will welcome you?"

"Don't you think that everyone is just like you, and their brains are not clear?"

"You!" The monk blushed and was tongue-tied, for sure he didn't know how to answer.

Another person said: "Businessmen are different, their mouths are better than anything else."

Ouyang Zichen raised his eyebrows: "So, are you here to play tricks on me?"

"If so, please go back as soon as possible, my son's time is precious, and I never waste time on irrelevant people."

His rude words made these monks in the Southern Spirit Realm feel uneasy anymore, and the leader pointed at him and shouted: "Ouyang Zichen, what is your attitude?"

"Don't think that if the business of Zhenbao Pavilion is big, you can run wild in this mountain city."

"Don't forget, this is the Southern Spirit World!"

After hearing what he said, Ouyang Zichen gently put the teacup in his hand on the table: "So, you can play wild in my treasure pavilion?"

The teacup on the table shattered silently, and the tea mixed with the fragments of the container flew out quietly, aiming directly at the monks from the Southern Spiritual Realm.

These cultivators were shocked, this Ouyang Zichen didn't have the kindness of a businessman at all, he shot out at the slightest disagreement, for nothing he looked like a noble son, his behavior was simply a hooligan!
The monks in the Southern Spirit Realm hurriedly avoided Ouyang Zichen's tea and teacup fragments in all directions. The leading monk even waved his hand and sent out a wave of spiritual power, calling back the attack that was rushing towards him in the direction of Ouyang Zichen. past.

The tea mixed with the fragments of the teacup turned around in mid-air and flew back in the direction of Ouyang Zichen.

Ouyang Zichen sat lazily on the chair, as if he was unprepared, without any movement, and let the tea pour over him.

The leading monk had a sneer on his face, waiting to see Ouyang Zichen lose face.

Hmph, outsider monks, he just wants to get rid of his arrogance and let him know what humility is!

It's a pity that the facts didn't make him what he wanted. When the tea that flew back was close to the range of Ouyang Zichen's body, it seemed to be blocked by some transparent obstacle, and could no longer get close to him.

The leading monk was a little surprised, and was about to increase his strength, when he saw the pieces of tea and teacups suddenly whirling outwards as if they had been strongly pushed by something.

Before he could react at all, he was splashed all over his face by the still-warm tea, and the fragments of the teacup ran across his face, leaving a few bloodstains for nothing.

The leading monk was furious, and was about to yell and curse, when Ouyang Zichen's voice came with a smile: "How is it, how does my lord's spiritual tea taste?"

The wound on his face was not serious, and he immediately recovered after running his spiritual power.

However, this incomparable embarrassment will not disappear with the disappearance of the wound.

The leading monk punched Ouyang Zichen and shouted angrily: "Go to hell..."

Ouyang Zichen said coldly: "Running wildly in my Zhenbao Pavilion, get out!"

As his words fell, a powerful force also emanated from him, knocking the leading foreigner directly out of the door of Zhenbao Pavilion.

Then Ouyang Zichen's voice came: "It's the first time for you, just give me a warning, and if there is another time, you will experience the consequences yourself."

The cultivator was hit by this force, and couldn't get up all at once. The Patriarch of the Hua family, Qi Zhenjun and others rushed over just in time, and quickly helped him up.

"Sun Daoyou, what happened?"

This fellow Daoist Sun didn't say a word, he was really embarrassed to say it!
(End of this chapter)