In Ye Chengfeng's view, people like Mr. Yin came to pick tea.

Its purpose is only one.

That is, enjoy the fun of picking tea and reap the fruits of labor.

It's considered a travel and leisure.

Therefore, when Mr. Yin picks tea, he will never pick the light up against a tea tree like a tea farmer harvesting tea.

Therefore, the thunder grass that looks like a tea tree must have fresh tender leaves left behind.

Although Ye Chengfeng got four dried leaves of the sky thunder grass from Mr. Yin's can of tea.

But after all, it has been fryed and turned into a leaf dry, and the thunder spiritual energy is naturally lost, and the effect is greatly reduced, which is not enough to cultivate the thunder spiritual power.

Besides, if there were more, how could Ye Chengfeng miss it?

Just as Mr. Yin guided him and Ye Chengfeng scanned with his spiritual sense.

It didn't take long before Ye Chengfeng easily found the sky thunder grass.

From the outside, the sky thunder grass is no different from the tea tree.

But if you find out carefully, Ye Chengfeng could feel the rich breath of life and spiritual energy transmitted from the Heavenly Thunder Grass.

Moreover, in the nearby areas, Ye Chengfeng also found signs of being hit by thunder.

In other words, this location is quite suitable for the growth of thunder grass.

But it’s a pity that the tender leaves containing thunder-type spiritual energy at the top of the Sky Thunder Grass are no longer there at this moment.

Obviously, it was picked as tea again and it was picked until it was completely picked.

"Doctor Ye!"

When Mr. Yin saw Ye Chengfeng, he looked at a tea tree carefully and kept looking at it.

So, I felt a little clear about it.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Chengfeng looked up slightly and looked at Mr. Yin in confusion.

"Doctor Ye has discovered something?"

Mr. Yin said in confusion.

"That's the one."

Ye Chengfeng did not hide it, and immediately pointed to the Thunder Grass: "It looks no different from an ordinary tea tree, so Mr. Yin picked it wrong."

"really."

Old Yin looked at Tianleicao a little, then nodded in agreement, and smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, Doctor Ye is very capable, otherwise, my life will be lost."

"But unfortunately, the most useful leaf has been picked up."

Ye Chengfeng pointed at the top of the Tianlei Grass, and there was no fresh tender leaves left.

"Looking at the traces, it should be that it had just taken no more than an hour."

Yin Qinlan looked down and looked at Ye Chengfeng and said, "Brother Ye, if we rush to the tea-fried side, we might be able to find it."

"Wait for me a while."

Ye Chengfeng nodded and quickly set up a blind formation around the Sky Thunder Grass.

In this way, the sky thunder grass will not be discovered.

At the same time, the thunder grass that grew in a suitable location and had tender leaves picked off will actually rejuvenate the tender green new leaves after the thunder has arrived for a certain number of times.

Therefore, it is naturally necessary for Ye Chengfeng to protect this thunder grass that has matured on the main body.

It's like a hen that lays eggs.

Although the egg was picked up, the hen was already mature.

In time, eggs will naturally be laid.

Therefore, in comparison, Ye Chengfeng is not particularly worried about the fact that the fresh tender leaves at the top of the Tianlei Grass have been picked.

As long as you keep the main body of the Thunder Grass, it is equivalent to keeping a hen that can lay eggs.

Of course, if possible, Ye Chengfeng would not miss the fresh tender leaves of the thunder grass that had just been picked.

So, at the moment when he had arranged a deceptive formation, Ye Chengfeng hurriedly greeted Mr. Yin, Yin Qinlan, and Yin Zhongqiang, and went directly to the tea-fried location in Wanchashan.

It was a hall, like a football field.

There was a lot of people inside.

In the center of the hall, there are a total of more than thirty large pots arranged.

In front of every big pot, there is a tea farmer who is stir-frying tea.

Grab a handful of fresh and tender tea leaves, put them in a heated pot, and stir-fry gently with both hands.

"When I was frying tea, I did it myself."

Mr. Yin pointed to the situation where tea farmers helped tourists fry tea, and smiled proudly: "The big pot is hot, and you can burn your hands."

"It's already... put into the pot."

Ye Chengfeng's mouth twitched.

When he first arrived at the tea-frying hall, his spiritual consciousness had already been opened and he was carefully searching for the spiritual fluctuations of the Tianlei Grass.

And at the moment he happened to find it.

But I found that there were twenty-four tender leaves of Tianlei Grass in the big pot numbered Thirteen, mixed in a pile of tea leaves.

Under the palm of the tea farmer, he kept flipping in the heated pot.

"What's the matter?"

Mr. Yin subconsciously asked.

"That medicine!"

"What?"

When Mr. Yin heard this, he glared and shouted: "Stop! Stop everything!"

"It's turned off! Turn off the heat! Don't fry tea first!"

Yin Zhongqiang understood and quickly started to drink.

Moreover, he was afraid that the tea farmers who stir-fried tea would react too slowly, so he went to turn off the heat himself.

In his opinion, the precious medicines that Ye Chengfeng needed were picked by many people, so they were distributed in different large pots.

So, I wanted the whole audience to stop stir-fry tea.

"No. 13! It's No. 13 pot!"

Ye Chengfeng was also in a hurry.

Although the fresh tender leaves of Tianlei Grass have been put into the pot and stir-fry.

But judging from the color, it should be that it has just been put into the pot for less than a minute.

If I pick it up in time, the thunder spiritual energy in the power of the thunder herbs that day would basically be lost.

"Who is so arrogant?"

"Really, how can you stop when stir-frying tea?"

Many foreign tourists who entrusted fresh tea to tea farmers to stir-fry it were a little dissatisfied.

However, many locals in Feihong City recognized that the person who stopped calling was actually Mr. Yin!

So, although the tea leaves that were being stir-fried by tea farmers suddenly stopped, I still had no objection.

According to their guess, Mr. Yin said so, something special happened.

"Swoosh!"

At this chaotic moment, Ye Chengfeng was faster than Yin Zhong.

He directly flashed to the next to the No. 13 pot.

He pushed the tea farmer away and waved his hand to sweep all the fresh tea leaves in the big pot into the air.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

Under his elegant and agile body movement, in a short while, he grabbed the twenty-four tender leaves of the sky thunder grass in his hands.

At this time, the fresh tea leaves in the sky had not yet landed.

So, after getting what you want.

Ye Chengfeng waved his sleeves directly, and with a soft force, he swept all the fresh tea back to the big pot and signaled that the tea farmers could continue to stir-fry.

"So quickly, it's done?"

Yin Zhongqiang had just rushed to the No. 13 pot at this time.

"Done."

Ye Chengfeng's face was filled with a happy smile.

However, his smile had just spread, but he suddenly noticed that a very dissatisfied voice came from behind him.

"What did you do to my tea?"

The delicate rebuke was filled with aura like nature.

But at the same time, there is also a lot of anger mixed in.

Moreover, what surprised Ye Chengfeng even more was that the moment the slandering sound fell, a sharp palm wind had already attacked from behind him.

Obviously, it was the master who scolded him!
Chapter completed!