Chapter 5325 The Secret Behind the Ancient God Spring

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With one punch, he hit a teacup.

The boxing is Su Chen's boxing.

The teacup is the teacup on the table.

After this collision, the fist collapsed, but the teacup was still there.

However, the teacup lost its initial aggressiveness and instead spun around in a circle before returning to the table.

The middle-aged scribe looked as calm as ever: "My name is Ning Qiu. You can call me Mr. Ning or Mr. Qiu."

At this moment, there seemed to be no grudges between them, nor did they look like they had fought. They both had smiles on their faces.

But Su Chen was not polite to the other party, and smiled faintly: "My name is Wenzi, you can call me Wenzi, or you can call me Shuziwen!"

Ning Qiu: "..."

He finally understood what kind of guy he was meeting.

This is a typical shameless person!

Ning Qiu took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "Drink tea!"

Tea, the same tea as before.

However, the cup for drinking tea has been replaced.

Although the teacup in front of him won the fist fight with Su Chen, that teacup was no longer a cup for drinking tea.

The breeze blew and the lake water rippled.

Su Chen picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it in one gulp: "Good tea!"

He gave a polite compliment.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qiu laughed: "I bought this tea from a farmer at the foot of the mountain for a penny three or two!"

Su Chen was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, when he took the tea into his mouth, he only felt a mouthful of scalding heat spreading in his throat. As for the fragrance of the tea, he really didn't smell much of it, but he never thought that his casual boast would make people so happy. Slap in the face.

However, he is a literati and has read many books, so his eloquence is naturally not bad.

Su Chen smiled and said: "The value of good tea does not lie in the money."

Ning Qiu looked at Su Chen with a half-smile expression, "Oh? What's that about?"

Su Chen said lightly: "It depends on the tea drinkers."

Ning Qiu's eyes froze slightly: "Huh?"

Su Chen said: "In the hands of a farmer, this tea is worth a penny or two or three, but in the hands of a spiritual saint like you, it is a priceless treasure."

Ning Qiu smiled: "You are really a wonderful person. One moment, you are wielding a knife and a gun on me, and the next moment, you are drinking my tea and lifting me to the sky."

Su Chen chuckled softly: "Otherwise, why would there be such a saying? Eat people with soft lips, but take people with short hands."

Ning Qiu was stunned for a moment, knowing that Su Chen meant something.

He was telling himself.

In the front, he gave himself the stone tablet.

This is a hint to myself that if I take something from him, I want to know how to repay him.

Ning Qiu raised her eyebrows: "What? That divine spring has been pregnant with power for millions of years, hasn't it fed you yet?"

Su Chen snorted softly: "It's as if I can pack up that divine spring and take it away."

In fact, the power of the ancient divine spring is indeed very strong, but Su Chen did not refine the power of the ancient divine spring into his body. He simply relied on the breath of the divine spring to help him complete the deep integration of his soul and body.

That's all!

Ning Qiu looked Su Chen up and down, and seemed to have discovered something. She said in a deep voice: "It seems that you don't believe me!"

When Su Chen heard this, he almost couldn't hold it back and rolled his eyes.

What do you mean I don't seem to believe you?

Isn’t it obvious that I don’t believe you?

Besides, what is there about you that makes people believe it?

All Su Chen had to say was that you, Ning Qiu, don't look like a good person.

From head to toe, every part of his body is filled with thoughts.

Su Chen still doesn't know Ning Qiu's true identity, let alone his relationship with the white fox and the handsome man who appeared before.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to let down his guard just because he drank one more cup of tea.

Ning Qiu looked at Su Chen's silent expression and knew what Su Chen was worried about, so he didn't care. He smiled faintly and said, "Don't be nervous. I, the Ancient Spirit Clan, have no ill intentions towards you. If so, you can't either." Successfully came out of the ancient sacred spring alive."

Su Chen's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean by this?"

Ning Qiu smiled softly: "It seems that the people behind you really didn't tell you the true origin of the ancient divine spring!"

Su Chen's heart sank: "Huh?"

At this time, he also realized that the spirit of the green coffin probably did not tell the truth to him, or that the stinky bitch only told half of the truth and deliberately kept the other half.

Looking at Su Chen's reaction, Ning Qiu knew that this was not a show at all. It was obvious that he really didn't know the origin of the ancient divine spring: "Forget it, since the person behind you didn't tell you, then I will tell you. , it’s not interesting either.”

Su Chen frowned and said solemnly: "Mr. Ning, if you really want to cooperate with me, why can't you be more honest?"

When Ning Qiu heard this, he knew that Su Chen was taking the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction with him, and he glanced outside the pavilion.

It was a piece of fresh breeze and green water.

Ning Qiu suddenly stretched out a finger and tapped it gently: "Since you want to know the origin of the ancient divine spring, I will let you see clearly."

Buzz!

On the calm water, suddenly, a water ripple appeared.

During the roar, there was a harsh sound of water hitting.

Then, under the ripples, a huge storm was rotating.

When Su Chen looked over, countless bodies were caught in the rotating storm.

Su Chen didn't know where these bodies came from, but at this moment, he clearly saw that this rotating storm was like a giant meat grinder, devouring the bodies transported from all directions.

"Hmm?"

Su Chen's eyes condensed, and suddenly saw that in the center of the storm, there was a bead, absorbing the blood and qi released from the bodies when the storm rotated.

These blood and qi were continuously integrated into the bead.

"Look again!"

Ning Qiu suddenly raised his right hand and pressed in the direction of the storm. At this moment, the turbid blood-colored bead suddenly stopped rotating, revealing the scene inside.

Su Chen's face changed slightly: "So that's it..."

He saw that inside the blood-colored bead, there was a divine spring, gurgling with hot steam.

And this divine spring was the ancient divine spring he had entered before.

Obviously, the power of this ancient god spring does not come from the ancient god mountain at all, but relies on such a killing formation to continuously devour corpses, extract a certain blood energy from the corpses, and integrate it into the god spring, which makes the ancient god spring last for millions of years without drying up.

Su Chen knew that the ancient god spring could release a special breath that allowed his body and soul to merge, which must have no direct relationship with this blood formation, but there was also some special connection.

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