God of Defiance

Not long after, the three of them walked into a teahouse, found a seat by the window, and sat down.

Soon, the waiter in the store served spiritual tea to the three of them.

“Light yet fragrant, what a great tea!”

Chen Qiaoan eagerly picked up the teacup and took a sip. He immediately showed surprise and let out a sigh of praise.

Chu Tian was stunned when he heard this.

Chen Qiaoan came from an extraordinary background, and he must have tasted various spiritual teas since he was a child.

The other party is now actually praising the spiritual tea in his hand, which shows that this tea is probably extraordinary.

After a breath, Chu Tian also picked up the tea cup, raised his head and poured all the tea in the cup into his mouth.

"hehe!"

After drinking, Chu Tian immediately smiled bitterly.

He didn't know how to taste tea at all. After just drinking such a cup, in addition to feeling that the tea had a slight aroma of grass and trees, which was very thirst-quenching, he also felt that his mind seemed to be slightly lighter.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Chu, the way you drink tea is a waste of money. How is it different from a cow chewing peonies? There are many things you need to pay attention to when drinking tea..."

Seeing Chu Tian finish the drink in one gulp, Chen Qiaoan couldn't help but smile bitterly and began to comment.

Chu Tian suddenly felt a little dizzy and quickly raised his hand to stop the other party.

The reason why he agreed to come in for a few cups of tea just now was mainly because of the previous fight with Zheng Yongnan, coupled with the constant high-altitude speed all the way, he really felt a little tired and needed a rest.

He has no interest in tea ceremony yet.

"No, my sea of ​​consciousness!"

Suddenly, Chu Tian stood up suddenly, with a look of horror on his face.

In his previous fight with Zheng Yongnan, he used the spiritual attack martial art of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Although it only lasted for a breath or two, the power of his spiritual thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness was consumed a lot. .

Coupled with the fact that Chu Tian kept burning soul blood along the way and speeding high in the sky, the power of his spiritual thoughts consumed in his sea of ​​consciousness was not restored at all.

After drinking a cup of spiritual tea just now, Chu Tian actually found that the power of his spiritual thoughts consumed in his sea of ​​consciousness had been faintly restored!

The town in front of him was obviously an extremely clever illusion created by a man. Unexpectedly, the spiritual tea that appeared in the illusion could help him restore his spiritual power.

This is really amazing!

Uh-huh!

The next breath, Chu Tian suddenly turned his head and looked around, scanning the faces with different expressions in the teahouse, and an extremely contradictory and terrifying guess suddenly emerged in his heart!

Is the town in front of me really just a brilliant illusion?

In other words, it is simply real!

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Chu Tian to explain why he could faintly recover his spiritual power after drinking the spiritual tea in the teahouse.

This is already an illusion indirectly interfering with reality!

After a breath, Chutian's eyes suddenly passed through the window and looked out at the street, at the passers-by walking back and forth on the street, and even at the vague city further away.

In an instant, countless goose bumps appeared on his body, and he felt chills all over his body.

"There is probably a secret here, a big secret!"

Chu Tian's expression was solemn and he spoke softly.

"Brother Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Qiaoan frowned and asked when she saw Chu Tian suddenly stood up and looked around, his face serious.

Chu Tian chuckled and sat down again: "Haha, it's nothing. This spiritual tea is indeed the best. I just experienced it, so I was so surprised that I stood up all of a sudden!"

After hearing Chu Tian's lame explanation, Chen Qiaoru immediately gave Chu Tian a hard look and muttered to herself: "What kind of fragile heart can make you stand up in shock even after drinking tea!"

"Haha, if it tastes good, just drink more. Anyway, I have a lot of spiritual stones, so I'll have enough for today!"

Chen Qiaoan grinned and said.

He knew that Chu Tian didn't understand the tea ceremony at all, and drinking tea was equivalent to drinking boiled water, so he simply became rude in his speech.

Chu Tian laughed secretly.

Obviously, brother and sister Chen Qiaoan and Chen Qiaoru did not discover the mystery of the spiritual tea at all.

After all, the two of them were not spiritual warriors and had little research into the power of spiritual thoughts.

In the following time, Chu Tian seemed to be going crazy, drinking one cup after another, unable to stop.

Gradually, the two Chen brothers and sisters sitting opposite were completely dumbfounded.

The two of them even began to wonder whether Chu Tian was the reincarnation of a thirsty ghost in his previous life.

As Chu Tian drank tea crazily, the lost spiritual power in his sea of ​​​​consciousness was not only completely restored, but also began to grow slowly.

In the end, Chutian himself didn't know how much spiritual tea he poured into his stomach. He drank it to the point where he almost wanted to vomit!

After drinking such a large amount of spiritual tea, Chu Tian found that although his spiritual cultivation was still at the level of a fourth-level spiritual master, his spiritual power had made great progress.

It turned out that he needed to consume at least half of his spiritual power to fully perform the Soul Martial Arts of Mountain of Corpses and Sea of ​​Blood.

Now, Chutian estimates that only one third of it may be enough!

Chu Tian burped and slumped down on the chair.

He drank so much spiritual tea that he felt like vomiting and couldn't drink it anymore.

"Phew...I finally stopped drinking!"

Seeing Chu Tian stop drinking tea, the Chen brother and sister opposite could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"I'll beat you to death, you little beast, for how dare you steal the leftovers from my store!"

"Kill him, beat him to death!"

"Please, stop fighting, I won't dare anymore!"

At this moment, bursts of yelling and screaming came from outside.

The three people from Chu Tian who were resting in the teahouse hurriedly turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

A tragic scene was taking place not far from the teahouse.

A little boy in tattered clothes was being beaten by two burly men, while a short, fat old man who looked like a shopkeeper stood a foot away, with a fierce look on his face, and kept muttering and cursing in his mouth.

The little boy was about ten years old, and his clothes were not only ragged, but also thin.

His body looked as skinny as wood, with wounds everywhere, and his face was bruised and purple, which could be said to be miserable.

"You two, get up and let me beat this little beggar to death with a stick!"

A few breaths later, the short and fat shopkeeper suddenly pushed away the two burly men. While shouting angrily, he held a thick wooden stick in his hand and whipped the little boy on the head fiercely!

Seeing the thick wooden stick hitting his head at high speed, the little boy's face suddenly showed a look of deep fear, and his body trembled violently with fear.

Snapped!

However, just as the thick wooden stick was slammed down, a big hand suddenly flashed out from the side and grasped the thick wooden stick firmly!