Chapter 1208

At this time, there was another exclamation, and everyone was dementia.

After Ziyuan finished drawing all the eight immortals, one hand suddenly pulled his sleeve gracefully and gently, and the other hand was like a Buddha picking flowers. With a finger, Ziyuan gently picked the lifelike old Zhang Guolao from the long white river, then turned his wrist and held it on a tea bowl in front of the tea plate. Suddenly, the old Zhang Guolao stayed on the cup of tea, It didn't dissipate for a moment.

Then the asters, like the Queen Mother picking peaches, picked the other seven immortals one by one and put them on the teacup in front of them one by one.

They saw the eight immortals floating over the eight bowls of tea, and the tea in the tea bowl emitted bursts of heat, setting off the eight immortals more and more as if they were in a fairyland.

When they were fascinated by it, they saw that Ziyuan suddenly waved its sleeve, and a gust of wind took place in the sleeve, which immediately dispersed the mist, and the ethereal eight immortals immediately surged into the tea of the tea cup.

Ziyuan stood gracefully on the stage and said to everyone on and off the stage, "there are three Phoenix nodding in front. Now the eight immortals have crossed the sea. Please comment!"

Her voice finished. For a moment, everyone looked at her foolishly. The field was very quiet, silent and the needle fell.

When Ziyuan finished his skill of crossing the sea with eight immortals, the audience on and off the stage were all dumbfounded for a moment. Only Shen Wancai stood up and walked towards the stage with trembling all over. His mouth kept trembling. His eyes looked at the bowl of Huangshan Maofeng with misty white air. After a while, he trembled and said: "Such tea art really only exists in the sky. How many times can you smell it in the world. Master, can you live forever after drinking this tea?"

Although Shen Wancai saw that Ziyuan was not only beautiful, but also young, he did not dare to regard this person as a vase. He knew that only a master level tea master could have such a good work. Therefore, he respectfully called Ziyuan a master and did not dare to offend him.

Ziyuan smiled and said, "it's not good to be immortal, but it's OK to enjoy Qi and concentrate and prolong life."

Shen Wancai's eyes showed a slightly disappointed look, but he soon became excited and asked respectfully, "can I have a drink?"

Asters gracefully spread out a palm and motioned, "please."

At this time, it was very quiet on and off the stage. Except for Li Yundong, Zhong Qingsong, Lin Xueqing, Su Chan and Ruan Hongling who were using Zhenyuan to drag the tea table, everyone looked straight at the stage and looked at Shen Wancai. They wanted to drag the bad old man down, and then talk to the fairy as beautiful as heaven and drink a bowl of fairy tea.

Shen Wancai was so excited that his hands trembled. He stretched out his hand to hold the cup of tea of old Zhang Guo's inverted donkey. He held the cup in his hand. The cup swayed in the air and splashed a lot of tea, which made many people under the stage feel sick again.