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Chapter 1382 Nine Qingli Swords

Red Moon Sea Area, Green Carp Island.

More than a dozen blue lotus flowers flew by high above the sky. A tall and straight young man in blue shirt and a graceful young woman in blue skirt stood at the front. The young man in blue shirt was Wang Tianhai, who was in charge of Silver Snake Island. Wang Tianqing.

Wang Tianqing married into the Zhang family. Over the years, the relationship between the Zhang and Wang families has become closer and closer. Whenever the Zhang family holds any celebration, the Wang family will send people to attend.

Today is the [-]-day banquet for Wang Tianqing's seventh grandson. She sent someone to inform Wang Tianhai to invite Wang Tianhai to Qingli Island for a small gathering.

Silver Snake Island is not very far from Qingli Island, Wang Tianhai has nothing to do, so he took people to Qingli Island as a guest.

At this moment, a loud noise came from a certain peak full of exotic flowers and plants, and the whole peak shook violently.

Wang Tianqing was startled and stopped, Wang Tianhai and others were dumbfounded.

Wang Tianhai has been to Green Carp Island many times. If he remembers correctly, Zhang Wuchen's cave seems to be at the peak of the loud noise.

A group of monks flew in from afar, led by Zhang Zhiyang.

"No one is allowed to approach Wuchen Peak, what should I do?"

Zhang Zhiyang shouted loudly.

Wang Tianqing didn't think much, and flew towards her cave with Wang Tianhai and others.

On Wuchen Peak, there is a blue palace with blue bricks and glazed tiles on the top of the peak. On the plaque are written "Wuchen Palace" in three big characters. This is Zhang Wuchen's residence.

In a secret room more than a hundred feet large, Zhang Wuchen sat cross-legged on the futon, with a ferocious expression and joy in his eyes.

Her aura was much stronger than before. After taking the God-replenishing Pill, she made up for the loss of Yuanshen, retreated for a period of six years, and successfully entered the middle stage of Yuanying.

"Senior Brother Du, Senior Sister Fang, I, Situ Mei, will definitely repay the humiliation you brought me a hundredfold. I want Master to know that her choice was wrong and that I am the best candidate for the Master of the Moon Palace."

Zhang Wuchen grinned grimly, his eyes were full of hatred, a little silver light appeared behind her, and suddenly turned into a silver full moon more than ten feet in size, exuding a sense of coolness.

Hundreds of years ago, Situ Mei and Fang Yue were fighting each other for the position of the lord of the Moon Palace. Du Chang and Fang Yue joined forces to deal with Situ Mei and forced Situ Mei to reveal herself. The duality spirit is pinned on a strange treasure. Zhang Wuchen got this strange treasure by accident, but Situ Mei snatched it away.

Situ Mei suddenly transformed into Zhang Wuchen. If it wasn't for this, how could the Zhang family have risen within hundreds of years, from a small family with three foundation-building monks to a family of cultivating immortals with three Yuanying monks in charge, the competition in the South China Sea is very fierce. Fierce, through the ages, I don't know how many Xiuxian families have disappeared in the long river of history.

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Spring went to autumn, and three years passed quickly.

On Qinglian Island, Wang Qingling stood on a peak more than a thousand feet high, looking at a huge thundercloud high in the sky, smiling happily.

Under the huge thundercloud, there is a huge valley extending in all directions, a giant purple python hovering over a towering ancient tree.

The body surface of the purple python is covered by palm-sized purple scales, and there is a meat ball resembling a cockscomb on its head, which is very strange.

It spits out thick and long snake letters, and its eyeballs are full of fear.

There was rumbling thunder from the thunder cloud, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and the thunder snake danced wildly.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, a silver lightning bolt as thick as an adult's arm flew out of the huge thundercloud, and accurately struck the purple giant python.

It let out a painful hiss, and a bright silver thunder light flooded the purple python.

The thunder continued, and thick silver lightnings descended from the sky, striking the purple python below.

Wang Qingling looked at the silver thunder, with a bit of worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Roar!"

The Bingfengjiao lying next to Wang Qingling let out a loud dragon chant, as if to cheer up the giant purple python.

Wang Qingling touched Bingfeng Jiao's head, looked at Bingfeng Jiao with a doting face, and said: "Xiaobai, it would be great if you can advance to the fourth rank."

Wang Changsheng had already told Wang Qingling to let her carefully cultivate the Ice Wind Jiao, and her family strongly supported her, which greatly eased Wang Qingling's burden. It was really difficult for her to raise three third-order spirit beasts by herself.

In terms of combat power alone, the Twin-eyed Rat, the Gold-swallowing Ant, and the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada are no opponents of the Ice Wind Jiao. As for the Lin Turtle, if it really fights, it may not be an opponent of the Ice Wind Jiao yet.

To put it bluntly, the Bingfengjiao is currently the most powerful spirit beast in the Wang family, not one of them, even Leifeng, the guardian spirit bird, may not necessarily be the opponent of the Bingfengjiao.

Lei Feng is already a third-tier mid-tier, and as a guardian spirit bird, the resources for cultivating immortals it has obtained are not comparable to that of Bingfengjiao.

Whether it is the Ice Wind Jiao or the Thunder Phoenix, once they are promoted to the fourth rank, the Wang family will have one more Nascent Soul cultivator, which is of great significance.

After a cup of tea, the thundercloud dissipated, and the towering ancient tree disappeared, replaced by a huge pit with a size of more than a thousand feet. There was a burst of heat in the pit, and the soil was black.

"Did you fail!"

Wang Qingling was a little disappointed. It was very difficult to transform a dragon into a python. If it hadn't been for the secret technique of cultivating dragons from the Five Dragon Palace, the Wang family would not have cultivated many third-order dragons.

"Let's go! Xiaobai, let's go back! I hope there will be an extra third-order flood dragon next time."

Wang Qingling jumped onto the back of Bingfeng Jiao, and Bingfeng Jiao flew towards Bailing Peak.

Qinglian Peak, Purple Moon Court.

In the refining room, Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue sat facing each other. Nine green flying swords were suspended in front of them. There was a chi-long blue sword light on the surface of the sword.

The cyan flying sword is about three feet long, and its whole body is crystal clear, shining bursts of cyan aura, as if it was made of cyan jade.

Each cyan flying sword is the same size, and they emit a clear sword cry at the same time, echoing each other.

"Successful, Junior Sister Tian, ​​we succeeded, and finally refined it."

Wang Changsheng was a little excited. Wang Qingshan used this set of flying swords to set up a sword formation. Once he was trapped by the sword formation, the monks in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul would be in trouble.

Fairy Ziyue wiped the sweat from her forehead, nodded and said, "It's worth our hard work for so long. Your nephew will definitely increase his strength with this set of flying swords."

"Junior Sister Tian, ​​rest well first, I will send this set of flying swords to Qing Shan, he will be very happy."

Wang Changsheng greeted Fairy Ziyue, rolled up his sleeves, put away the nine Qingli swords, and rushed outside in a hurry.

Fairy Ziyue smiled, if she didn't know that Wang Qingshan was Wang Changsheng's nephew, Fairy Ziyue would have thought Wang Qingshan was Wang Changsheng's own son!
Every time Wang Changsheng refined a set of flying swords for Wang Qingshan, he was very excited, and he was happier than having a complete set of magic weapons himself.

(End of this chapter)