Wang Zhe was also very excited.

His spiritual cultivation has improved all the way, so he was so excited that he wanted to thrust.

However, after his cultivation level exceeded the level 6 spiritual thought master, he no longer dared to continue.

Nothing else.

The space of the sea of ​​consciousness was boiling and expanding, and the origin of the soul increased sharply. His egg shell was almost unable to contain the egg whites and yolks inside.

If you continue to drink the Nine-grade Spirit Tea, the source of the soul, which is already close to saturation, will definitely surge again, and then he will definitely explode.

A snap.

The brain burst and bloody fireworks were flying. The picture was so beautiful that Wang Zhe could not imagine.

Although spiritual tea is good, you have to act within your ability and not be greedy for cups.

Not everyone can have more than 30,000 kilometers of space in the sea of ​​consciousness like Yang Fan, and can withstand the sudden surge in the origin of the soul.

Wang Zhe did not have too high spiritual talent, and the origin of the sea of ​​consciousness and soul can only be said to be medium to low. It is already the limit to being able to support him to advance to level six spiritual thought master.

Although Yang Fan can help him successfully advance to the cultivation barrier between various levels, he has no way to help him expand the scope of the sea of ​​consciousness space. The thing is like talent, and is born. The size of the initial space determines the growth rate of the space range, and no one can change it.

Wang Zhe's initial sea of ​​consciousness was only about 200 kilometers. Even though he had advanced to the level 6 spiritual thought master, he had only increased his space range of more than 2,000 kilometers. He was still far from being able to withstand a whole cup of ninth-grade spiritual tea.

Looking at the nine-grade spiritual tea left in the teacup, Wang Zhe looked helpless and helpless. The most tragic thing in life is this. The frying treasures and peerless delicacies are right in front of him, but he is overeat.

No blessings to be eliminated!

Mr. Wu Liu saw Wang Zhe’s current predicament and couldn’t help but smile: “Young friend is not only extremely talented, but also has super-level self-control. I admire him.”

The old man guarded the pass here and saw too many warriors who were rashly greedy because of lack of greed and overestimating their abilities. They gained a temporary speed, and their souls would be overflowing. In severe cases, brain fractures would be broken, and in mild cases, their souls would be damaged, and their mental power would be completely destroyed.

It is rare to be a warrior like Wang Zhe who is handsome and extremely self-controlled.

Of course, except for a guy like Yang Fan who has nothing to do with him. In Mr. Wuliu's opinion, Yang Fan is deliberately trying to disrupt the situation and cannot be considered a normal person who passes the level and breaks the realm.

Wang Zhe smiled bitterly, feeling that the old man was deliberately mocking him.

If your talent is really amazing, can't you even drink half a cup of tea?

As for his amazing self-control, I'm sure he wasn't ridiculing him for being timid and afraid of death and not daring to take a risk?

Yang Fan raised his hand and touched Wang Zhe: "Cousin, I really can't drink it anymore? This is a good thing. One cup can increase 20,000 points of mental power, and a hundred drops of spiritual soul. If you can drink it all, it is not impossible even if you advance to level 8 spiritual thought master."

This is a peerless opportunity and cannot be missed by any spiritual master.

If Yang Fan had encountered this kind of ninth-grade spiritual tea earlier, he would no longer have to work so hard to improve his mental power and practice bit by bit. Just a cup of such spiritual tea can easily send him to the level of an eighth or even a nineth-level spiritual mind master.

Even now, he has reached the level of a level ninth-level spiritual mind master, and a cup of spiritual tea has provided him with nearly one-third of his promotion experience, which is simply awesome.

Wang Zhe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Do you think you don't want to drink it? You really can't drink it!"

"I had already barely absorbed and refined the mouthful just now. Although my mental power increased very quickly, my soul source had already been maintained. If I continued, my head might explode!"

Yang Fan suddenly realized.

I couldn't help but glance at Mr. Wu Liu with extreme contempt. This big fool, and he even said the correct tea-tasting posture with a shy face. In the end, it depends on his own strength.

If you lack strength, even if you lick it little by little with your tongue, won’t you still be able to finish a whole cup?

So.

A genius like him, whether it is a small sip or a big sip, the effect is the same, and there is no need to pay attention to the details.

"Since I can't finish drinking, don't waste it. I'll put it away for you first!"

Yang Fan was not polite at all. With a wave of his hand, he put most of the remaining spiritual tea in Wang Zhe's cup into his storage space.

In space, time is silent, and any object is still in the process, retaining its most primitive state before entering the space.

Therefore, Yang Fan was not worried that the tea would expire at all. Naturally, such a good thing would have to be taken out for more people to enjoy.

Sometimes being a porter is actually quite good.

Mr. Wu Liu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but pull the teapot in front of him again. At the same time, he no longer paid attention to the correct tea-tasting posture, and drank most of the spiritual tea in his cup in one gulp.

This kid didn't even let go of the rest of others. He was worried that he would have no tea if he was slower.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and felt as if he had been humiliated in some way.

This old man really treated him like a thief to guard against him. It's so outrageous!

Just because of your attitude, I will steal all your family’s assets sooner or later, and I won’t leave any armor, hum!

It's so heartless!

"Old sir!" Yang Fan asked Mr. Wuliu softly: "There are two companions who entered here with us. I wonder when they will be able to break through the barrier?"

Mr. Wu Liu's expression turned and shook his head slightly: "If you want to come to me, you must meet two conditions. One is to exhaust all the spiritual power in the spiritual liquid in the bathtub, and the other is to conquer the thousand-year-old spiritual bodies guarding the bathtub. Your two companions are afraid that there is no hope."

The old man's divine thoughts are within.

I saw a man and a woman still stayed in her own opportunities.

The man's cup bow and snake shadow was frightened by the thousand-year-old spirit body and was so energetic that he could not even conquer the spirit body.

And that woman was a madman who practiced. After discovering that the spiritual power in the bath water was extremely strong, she directly practiced and focused on refining, and ignored everything outside the world. She could not hide her thousand-year-old spiritual body and was not very interested in her.

Even if she was able to refine all the spiritual power in the spiritual spring in the end, she had lost the best time to conquer the thousand-year-old spirit body.

Neither of these two people will be able to reach this level now.

"Is it impossible for even Tian Feiyao to do it?"
Chapter completed!