Chapter 722: Lightning warning

When Wang Ping heard the system task released by Master, he almost scolded... vomiting fragrant, is this a human thing?
Within one month, if you sell more than ten catties of wild tea, you need more than one million catties?
Is neon coin OK?
Is Annanco OK?
What is Zimbabwean currency?
When the local people haven’t drunk famous tea, it is still a drop of tea. A little wild tea, without hype, can be sold to more than one million, unless you encounter a local tyrant with a lot of money, a tyrannical kind.
"No, it must be the national currency." The squeak of disconnection, which had just pretended to be no signal, immediately became clear.
"Master, don't make any fuss, what's the point of taking me back to Immortal World and staying in the world to make money?"
"Squeak... creak... creak..."
"If you can take me back to Immortal World immediately, don't say one million pounds, even if it is ten million pounds, I can sell it. Which cultivator family does not buy it, I hit them to buy it, even the tea tree!"
"Do not force buy and sell, offenders, the mission fails!"
"Master, do you think I'm afraid that the mission will fail? Do you think I'm scarce of your rewards? I'll buy and sell. How can you take me?"
Click.
A day punishment lightning, fell beside Wang Ping'an.
A youthful banana tree was innocently stricken by this lightning bolt.
The green smoke curled up like Wang Ping's demonstrating some kind of destructive power, and even the squeaking sound was too lazy to sound.
A flash of lightning is enough to deter someone's heart.
"Oh, my banana trees are all covered with fruit. It's too bad. If the fruit on the tree is all ripe, it can be sold for at least one million... after all, it is also a spiritual fruit."
At the same time, Wang Ping'an shouted, and he jumped a few feet away, hiding in a relatively empty place and secretly looking at the split banana tree.
This lightning was terrible, and the banana tree was beaten without roots, and the weeds under the tree were all smoking.
Sure enough, Master is blackhearted and can't blame at will, otherwise he will be shamed and angry.
As a disciple, he must be considerate of the occasional dementia of his elderly.
Complaining in my heart, Wang Ping'an honestly walked to the tea garden on the top of the mountain, mixed the ordinary spring water with Ganlin Yulu, and sprayed the tea garden for irrigation.
In spring, the old tea leaves have not yet dried up and fallen off, but the buds have sharpened.
According to the climate of Huaxi Town, there are actually four seasons of tea, but the quality of the four seasons is still the best in spring.
Local wild tea can be simply fried and made into green tea. When the water is soaked, a refreshing fragrance will come out. And some old people like to make it into black tea cake, because the skill level is different, the taste is also very different, each has its own flavor.
Wang Ping'an likes green tea, so he intends to make all the tea leaves in this garden into green tea.
Time is tight. If Gan Lin Yulu works hard, maybe a batch of tea leaves will be picked tomorrow for initial hype.
This year, a farmer who can’t speculate is not a qualified entrepreneur.
As a broadcaster of a live broadcast platform, the number of fans is increasing, and it has been close to 300,000. So far, if you don’t speculate in this live broadcast room, then I’m sorry for your previous hard work.
There is also the Reiki Resuscitation app forum, where there are all potential high-end customers, and even the poor practitioners can flicker several rich people... well, they can also meet several rich people, fortune telling them, adjusting their bodies, there are A steady stream of wealth income.
If you can regulate the infertility of some elderly wealthy people, let the elderly wealthy happy father... maybe you can get rich overnight.
Wang Ping's thoughts were cranky and he had sprayed the tea tree again.
I didn’t pay attention to it before, but now I’m counting it carefully. It’s just a lot of 99 pieces. The biggest one is at the top of the mountain. It’s at the top of the mountain. It’s so flamboyant and standing tall. It bathes more sunshine than other tea trees every day. Heavy rain and dew.
Even when Wang Ping'an sprayed Ganlin Xianlu, he deliberately sprayed more.
Who makes it look good?
People are beautiful, there are various preferential treatments in society, and the same is true for trees.
"Ninety-nine tea trees, each of which contributes one or two to me, is almost ten pounds. However, during the early hype, some freely tasted tea leaves will definitely be consumed as a gift, so pick more."
Wang Ping'an stood on the top of the mountain, thinking hard about the hype.
The tea next to it is slowly expanding its branches and leaves.
The rapid growth in the fruit tree seems to be different here in the tea.
Its growth rate is restrained and deep. Even if it gets extremely strong aura and nutrition, it will only grow some more buds, and the original buds will not grow very quickly at once.
After absorbing the essence of Ganlin Yulu, the tea leaves become green and crystal clear, shining like a superb jade in the sun, shining a brilliant gem light.
Reborn.
After taking elixir or immortal grass, people can wash the bones and remove the dirt. After the plants are nourished by the spirit, they can also be sublimated and evolved, becoming more crystal clear and aura.
Wang Ping's took a few photos, and during the hype, maybe it can be posted on the Reiki Recovery Forum to add some convincing.
At this moment, there was a sudden disturbance in the village entrance, and some people were shouting: "Fighted, fought, those foreigners bullied people, they must not get used to them!"
"That is, my monks, how can we tolerate foreigners grabbing treasure here? Go together and destroy them!"
"They used to secretly engage in trouble in the country, and they did fight with our monks, but now they dare to go here to grab treasures. It seems that the scars are forgotten... No, it's a good thing to remember."
The sound of screaming is more than the sound of fighting. Wang Pingping can only guess from the fluctuation of the aura. At present, only two people are fighting, and there is no large-scale fighting.
Wang Ping's spiritual wisdom has just recovered, and I don't know what grievances there were in the previous cultivation world and foreign cultivation circles, but someone just said just fine.
This is the territory of the local people, and it is a magic weapon of your country. You pretend to be a tourist and grab the treasure here, it is definitely not suitable.
It's right to play, let them get out early, is the best strategy.
The domestic cultivator's business is that of his own people. No matter which sect is robbed, the country has not lost, and the meat is rotten in the pot, which is better than being dogged.
Wang Ping listened to many shouting practitioners and felt that he didn't need to show up.
It's a pity that within ten seconds, I heard a burst of screams from the village.
"Fuck, what evil tricks did this foreigner use to kill Lao Song!"
"Quick, stop them. I saw that it was the foreign girl who made a surprise attack, blowing a poison needle from her mouth. Lao Song's movement slowed down half a beat before he was hit by a punch!"
"In our site, I still want to play this kind of vulgar trick, and I want to bully less, it's just to death! Compared to the number, the nearby practitioners all acted together to destroy this group of ghosts!"
The sound of scolding quickly moved from the village entrance to the mountain to the east.
Standing on the top of the mountain in your own orchard, you can see a figure, like a ghost, traveling through the mountains and chasing the group of foreign cultivators.
"So many people, it would be too shameful if they could not destroy these foreigners." Wang Ping'an stood on the top of the mountain and eagerly tried to see that there were too many domestic practices to pursue the foreigners. He didn't join the team of the killers.