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Qin Ming was sitting at a wooden table right now, and poured himself a cup of cool tea.

The tea is sweet and tastes different from ordinary water, mixed with a touch of aura.

Not to mention how good it is, how amazing it is, but rather unpretentious.

In the Lingbao Pavilion in the inner city, there are quite a few high-quality spiritual leaves, and the richness of the spiritual energy in the tea brewed can be far higher than this.

But the uniqueness of this tea is not so high quality level, people who come to drink tea will not care or compare these.

The tea seemed to be infused with the old monk's lifetime of experience and training. When he drank it, he felt calm, and then the taste gradually became a little bit bitter, causing countless emotions to surge in his heart.

After drinking a bowl of tea, Qin Ming could indeed feel the help to his state of mind.

But because his state of mind has already reached a very high level with the help of the Nahongqing Ancient Tree, the tea doesn't have much influence on him.

"Boss, good tea." Qin Ming smacked his mouth, and then said.

The old man smiled gently, his tea was not praised too much by guests.

Even many big monks who drank his tea would throw olive branches at him, wanting to bring him back to live in the family.

But the old man has no other thoughts, no matter how good and tempting the other party's offer is, it can't impress him.

There were also quite a few monks who came here admiringly, sitting on the tea table and waiting for the old man to make tea for them.

"Shopkeeper, bring me two pots of good tea."

At this moment, three young men with extraordinary temperament came over. After looking around, they found that only Qin Ming's table was still vacant, so they sat down straight away.

For Qin Ming, they just glanced at him and didn't pay much attention to him, treating him as an ordinary monk.

On the other hand, the expressions of the other monks around them changed after seeing these three people.

"Two inner disciples, one core disciple, I didn't expect to meet these geniuses today." A monk muttered softly.

Qin Ming's eyes also fell on the three people sharing the table.

All three of them were dressed as disciples of Qiankun Yunzong, and he had learned a lot about Qiankun Yunzong in the past few days in the city.

The one in the yellow suit is the inner disciple, while the handsome man in the bright red costume is the core disciple of the sect.

According to legend, there are only thirty-six core disciples of Qiankun Yunzong. It can be said that all of them are the best monks of their generation.

This kind of core disciples are usually supernatural beings who see their heads but never their tails. They spend all day in submerged cultivation or go to some cloud mountain fairy trails to find opportunities, and rarely appear in the public's sight.

It's really rare to see one like this on the street now, and it's no wonder those monks who drink tea are surprised.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Meng Ming from Qiankun Yunzong. I heard that he broke through to the Divine Fire Realm at the age of twenty. I don't know if it's true or not." Another monk whispered.

"Then it can be false. There are rumors that he once destroyed the Xuanli Sect by himself. You must know that although the Xuanli Sect is not a top-level sect, there are also strong people in the Divine Fire Realm sitting in it. How can ordinary people destroy it as soon as they say it?" .”

"Hiss, unbelievable!"

"..."

The surrounding monks talked about it vividly, and the core disciple named Meng Ming instantly became the focus of everyone's attention, including Qin Ming.

Above the Reincarnation Realm is the Pill Gathering Realm, and above that is the Divine Fire Realm.

This is the third great realm of a monk, and not every monk can achieve it, let alone someone who can reach the Divine Fire Realm at the age of twenty.

This can no longer be explained only by talent, but also requires strong opportunities and massive cultivation resources.

The growth of a genius and evildoer is often impossible to achieve with only one factor.

The center of the topic, Meng Ming, didn't seem to care much about what this group of people were talking about. After the old man made tea, he drank it slowly.

"This tea is really good tea, Senior Brother Liu did not deceive us.

"The inner disciple who came up with him said with a smile, and everyone appreciated the tea in his hands.

"Well, it's just that drinking too much tea is useless, and its effect is limited. Otherwise, I'm afraid this place will not be so peaceful." After drinking a cup of tea, Meng Ming's face remained as usual, as calm as water, and he said slowly.

"Senior brother can see clearly." Another inner disciple put down his bowl of tea at the same time and nodded.

"Let's go, drink this tea, it's time to go." Meng Ming put down a coin, and the three of them sat here for five minutes before getting up again.

He looked at Qin Ming who was sitting across from him, and said, "I've disturbed your tranquility, this time the tea is treated as my invitation."

After finishing speaking, Meng Ming walked away, and the other two inner disciples also took a look at Qin Ming, and followed Meng Ming to leave.

"Brother, are the monsters there so strong? You need to step in." An inner disciple said as he walked.

"This is what Elder Pang meant." Meng Ming said.

"Uh, okay." The other two inner disciples didn't say anything more when they heard that they were entrusted by the city lord of Dungan City.

Qin Ming glanced at the coin on the table, but he didn't expect to be invited out for a cup of tea for no reason.

Although the tea here is famous, the old man did not set the price very well. A pot of tea is only a few silver coins, which is a bit expensive for ordinary people, but for monks, this amount of money is nothing at all .

Although that Meng Ming is a well-known genius with a noble status, he knows how to behave in the world, knows how to behave, and is not as indifferent and arrogant as imagined.

"Since the guest gave tea money, I don't need to give it." The old man took out the money and said.

Qin Ming didn't say anything, got up and left.

Meng Ming and his group walked so fast that he didn't even have a chance to say thank you.

But if you want to come, you don't need his thanks.

While wandering on the road, Qin Ming was thinking about how to earn some Yuanjing. He wanted to exchange it for a higher-level cultivation technique.

In this way, the efficiency of cultivation will increase linearly.

"It would be great if I could get a book of Lingbao-level cultivation techniques." Qin Ming thought to himself, so that he would be sure to complete the three small realms of reincarnation within a month.

It may even be faster. The practice of the past few days has made him more aware that the help brought by the exercises is quite great.

There are ready-made Lingbao-level cultivation techniques in Lingbao Pavilion, but they only need a lot of Yuanjing.

On this day, at the gate of Donggan City.

A team of black armor riding strange beasts filed out and headed out of the city.

Recently, due to the whereabouts of the disciples of the Biluo Temple, Donggan City has become a bit of a threat, and the patrols around the city have been strengthened.

Qin Ming also heard about this incident, but it seems that this Biluo Palace is aimed at those famous disciples of the sect, and an unknown pawn like him, most of them would not even take a look at them.

Therefore, he left the city today, intending to find some way to make money.

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