The waiter looked at all this strangely, as if he was dreaming. [ ] In his opinion, the venerable people are all superior, and even as a servant, they have a bottom line. However, everything Xu Ming said completely overturned his understanding.

It was as if Ye Ning was his master, controlling his life, death and glory at will.

"What are you still waiting for? Hurry up and serve the spiritual tea!"

"No need." Ye Ning was used to drinking Kui Li Ling tea, but he suddenly changed it to something else, but he was not used to it. Therefore, his storage ring always had Kui Li tea. With a flick of his right hand, there were more tea on the table.

A set of tea sets, and a pot of spiritual tea was prepared in an instant. The pot is carved from cold jade, filled with spiritual energy; the tea leaves are made from fried leaves of Kuili, each piece is crystal clear and glows with a faint emerald color.

Just taking a sip of it already has a pleasant aroma and clears your mind; the water is a cold spring in the mountain behind Zimulberry Peak, cold and fresh.

Xu Ming only glanced at it and was surprised. This owner had so many treasures, including the extremely rare Kuili Ling Tea! A hundred years ago, he was fortunate enough to participate in a grand event in the monk world and tasted some.

The small cup is still fresh in my memory.

Ye Ning poured two glasses and motioned for Xu Ming to drink one.

Xu Ming excitedly picked up the cup and said, "Thank you, Master, for the tea!"

The waiter was dumbfounded. How could he have the nerve to go get their spiritual tea when there was such a spiritual tea in front of him?

"Hahaha..." A long laugh rang out, and an old man in his fifties appeared in the room. As soon as he appeared, he smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, such a good tea, I can have a cup of it."

Ye Ning knew that the person in front of him was probably the steward Lin mentioned by the waiter. He did not answer, and with a move of his right hand, a clear spring flew out of the pot and filled the other empty cup.

Manager Lin was not polite, took the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good tea! It tastes fresh, and it has the effect of warming the mind and increasing spiritual power. It's rare." He put down the cup and said, "I'm in charge of Qianye Pavilion, Lin Xiao. I heard that fellow Taoist would like to have a relationship with my pavilion.

A big deal?" he said and asked the boy to retreat.

"right."

After saying that, Ye Ning quickly flew out the nine-pole formation flag and formed a soundproof formation. Lin Xiao watched him with a smile and did not stop him. He believed that as long as the other party was not crazy, he would never do it in Qianye Pavilion.

Wild! However, when Ye Ning finished setting up the formation, he couldn't laugh anymore. Although this formation only had nine formation flags, it was very powerful. It not only blocked out all sounds, but also isolated the entire room.

An independent space was formed. Even if the Venerable was trapped in the middle of this space, he would not be able to escape in a short time.

Lin Xiao's expression changed drastically. Even though he was a late-level cultivator of the Venerable Master, he had no choice but to change his expression.

"Steward Lin, don't worry. Ye Ning is just doing this to prevent villains from peeking, and he will never dare to do anything in Qianye Pavilion."

"Fellow Taoist is too worried. I don't know what kind of business you are talking about?"

"Is Qianye Pavilion acquiring the magic weapon?"

"Of course! There is nothing that Qianye Pavilion does not buy, and there is nothing that Qianye Pavilion does not sell."

"Okay! In that case, Manager Lin, let's see how much this flying sword is worth." As he said that, Ye Ning threw out a flying sword magic weapon. It was pure white, and if you didn't look carefully, it would disappear in the air and be invisible.

Seeing him being so solemn, Lin Xiao thought it must be a He Chongbao. Unexpectedly, when he picked it up, it turned out to be just a top-quality treasure. Lin Xiao was no better than Xu Ming. He was the chief steward of Qianye Pavilion. What kind of magic weapon had he not seen before? Don't worry.
Chapter completed!