The richly dressed young man came to the teahouse, got off his horse, went straight to the young monk's wooden table and sat down, and at the same time said lightly...
"It's just a scholar who went to Hedong to study, so he took a detour here."
"oh?"
The teahouse owner had a rough voice, pretending to be confused. At the same time, he secretly stretched his hand to the side and suddenly picked up a ceramic teapot. "Then please, sir, come and drink a pot of hot tea first!"
The teahouse owner shouted, and at the same time, after rounding his arms as thick as the mouth of a huge bowl, he threw the entire teapot filled with hot water directly towards Yan Wulu's face.
Under the strong arm strength of the teahouse owner, the ceramic teapot flies so fast that it is almost invisible!
In a daze, I heard the sound of a teapot breaking...
Immediately afterwards, a strange scene happened...
I thought that the hot tea would be sprinkled all over Yan Wulu's body, but the ceramic teapot was shattered one meter before it came into contact with the scholar.
The light yellow tea in the teapot opened in a strange hemispheric shape. The colored tea could be seen very clearly in the air, as if it was still and suspended in the air, but it did not contaminate the scholar at all...
Under the pull of the faint blue inner force, the tea seems to be integrated with it.
"Such a good tea, I can't stand it."
Yan Wulu said lightly, but no movement was seen. The hemispherical tea suspended in the air created a ripple out of thin air, and then exploded, and the boiling hot water spilled on the teahouse owner and the big men around him.
"Ahhhhh..."
A series of screams suddenly arose, startling waves of flying birds in the empty valley...
…
Just after Yan Wulu used his strength to rebound the tea, his main target was the big men in the teahouse opposite.
But perhaps Yan Wulu didn't master the internal power of the water-type blue sea properly, and there were still some residual water stains on the edges, which flew towards the young monk next to him and stained his brand new red cassock.
Yan Wulu asked in a gentlemanly manner——
"Master, your cassock..."
"It doesn't matter."
The young monk still had that pearl-like smile on his face, waved his hands slightly, and then said——
"...The donor's inner strength is truly unfathomable!"
Faced with the young monk's formal praise, Yan Wulu did not decline modestly, but he did not feel frivolous either.
The "Blue Sea Tide Sword Technique" that I practiced is a heaven-level water system technique. The internal force of the blue sea produced by it can be said to be the most superior and first-class energy among the water system energy.
Therefore, even though Yan Wulu was only a first-level warrior at this time, the quality of his internal energy was surprisingly high.
Moreover, the tea thrown by the other party was in line with the internal force of the water system... Yan Wulu just took advantage of the right time and place.
Yan Wulu also felt that the monk in front of him was not simple.
Although he did not avoid the tea just now, and Yan Wulu's [Tianling Root] did not feel any internal energy fluctuations in his body.
But Yan Wulu's intuition told him that this monk was not simple!
He may be a master whose strength is not inferior to that of Yan Dong and Jun Xing!
Because since Yan Wulu fully developed [Tianling Root], these two people are the only ones who cannot sense the fluctuations in their internal energy. Even the masters of the Suppressing Bei Army like Zhu Gongqi and Cheng Huanian, Yan Wulu can also sense it.
