"Haha, hahahaha-!"

At this time, the mad monk Juechen could no longer control his emotions and began to laugh. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He felt more and more that Su Lin had an appetite for him, this tone, this tone, this words, tsk, even he, as an innocent bystander, was a little worried that the bull-nosed old man would shoot at any time, and slap Su Lin half to death in a minute.

Because Su Lin's words are too cheap.

If Su Lin dared to talk to himself like this, with his fiery temper, he would definitely have beaten Su Lin up, it was too deceitful.

Sure enough, at this time, the Divine Daoist also raised his wrist.

He was short of breath and his face was as black as charcoal.

His palms trembled, but, strangely, the tea in the teacup in his hand did not spill at all. Not only that, but the heat coming out of the cup suddenly disappeared.

Su Lin's eyes couldn't help but get bigger, Nima's, is this magic, or witchcraft?

Because he found that everything in front of him was too weird, a second ago, the teacup was still boiling, and in just an instant, not only was the heat gone, the water was not boiling, and even the hot water was cold.

"Smack-!", just when Su Lin was still attracted by the strange scene, but at this time, the Divine Daoist suddenly slapped the teacup on the table.

The teacup was not broken, but the pear wood table was smashed into a deep pit by the teacup.

Surin was startled and almost jumped up.

Because he was afraid that if this weird stinky Taoist priest didn't suppress the anger in his heart, he splashed the tea in the cup on his face at once, the tea was so hot, and he himself was so handsome and handsome, and he didn't want to be disfigured in the wind.

However, Su Lin thought about it again, and when the masters were fighting, they shouldn't pour tea on each other, pull their hair, spit on each other, or have a ball-kicking battle.

It was a battle between women, oh no, women had no balls to kick.

However, Surin's worries about the star are superfluous.

For the tea before him was not hot, nor cold, but frozen.

Su Lin's mouth instantly became "O" shaped, not to mention, his eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to touch the tea cup unconvincedly.

It's cold, it's really frozen. Such a change was something she couldn't accept and couldn't believe.

Su Lin thought to himself, but isn't this a episode that only appears in TV and movies? This kind of change is something he can't accept and can't believe.

Isn't this really magic?

The tea was not a good tea, but the golden ice cubes were not deceiving, and they sparkled in the light of the light, and looked lovely.

It's fake, it's an illusion.

Su Lin silently hypnotized himself in his heart, which was too weird, too strange, too unbelievable.

And Shen Siyin on the side was also taken aback.

He knew that this Taoist priest was a master, but he didn't expect him to be a master among masters.

This trick has a scientific name in their cultivator world, and the name is - sprinkling water into ice. She had seen the ancestor use it once when she was studying and cultivating with the ancestor of the Shen family.

She still remembered that when she first saw the old ancestor perform this trick, her reaction was not much better than Su Lin's, and even worse than Su Lin's, but she was sure and sure that it was a real sprinkling of water into ice.

Moreover, when his ancestors used this trick, they were still a little struggling, and after using it, their foreheads were sweating. But the old Taoist priest in front of him, who claimed to be a divine Taoist, used this trick to understate, and his face did not change, as if this sprinkling water into ice was as simple as eating and drinking water for him.

This kind of strength is terrifying to death.

This kind of cultivation, such true qi and internal strength, let alone yourself, even if your own ancestors come over, you have to bow down.

At this time, the eyes of the Divine Daoist were tightly closed, and his mouth was babbling and he didn't know what he was talking about.

His lips squirmed faster and faster, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light disappeared, and at the same time, his mouth was also slammed with a suffocation.

The shouting was not loud, but it was extremely harsh. Su Lin's eyes were dark, and she almost fell to the ground, even if Shen Siyin now had true qi and internal strength, her ears were like being pricked by needles like bees, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Not only did Su Lin and Shen Siyin suffer, but the most unlucky was the owner of this small shop, who was the most pitiful and saddest person.

He obviously didn't do anything, and he didn't provoke this old monk, but when he was hit by this loud shout, the smile on his face instantly froze, becoming stiff and weird, as if he had been stabbed in a chrysanthemum and killed for a thousand years. At the same time, he felt dizzy, and then his eyes went dark, and with a "plop", the fat body fell to the ground and could not get up again.

Before he fell unconscious, the fat boss just felt like he had been hit by something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the weapon object that hurt him.

This is a naked lying gun.

Su Lin himself was also churning with blood and blood, an abnormal flush appeared on his face, and the hairs on his body stood on end, just now there seemed to be a great danger hanging over him, and he felt as if he was being stared at by the eyes of some desolate giant beast, which was extremely terrifying.

It took more than ten seconds for Su Lin to react.

"Whew!"

A faint turbid breath came out of the mouth of the Divine Daoist, and that breath was like a sharp sword, hitting the dining table, and then, the dining table was cut out by the turbid breath from the mouth of the Divine Daoist, which made Su Lin, who was just about to scold, swallow the words in his mouth in an instant.

Is this still a fucking human?

The Divine Daoist slowly opened his eyes at this time, and his expression became clear again.

A demeanor of being a master and pretending to be a master.

At this moment, the Divine Daoist felt that he had better ignore Su Lin anymore, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not be able to control his anger and do something that would hurt the heavens and reason and harm the children of the motherland.

He looked at Shen Siyin and said slowly: "Buddhists pay attention to difficult fruits, and Taoists pay attention to fate. Little girl, you have a relationship with me. Otherwise, how can you learn this "Divine Technique", and you will still be cultivating to the first layer. Also, if my prediction is correct, I'm afraid you have only learned this "Divine Trick" for a short time, right?"