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Chapter 1940 Master Xuanqing Shuangjiao Blood Saber
When he came to the third floor, Wang Changsheng saw more than a dozen monks who transformed themselves into gods. They were sitting in different places, and most of them were alone.

The two Long Family disciples he had met before were also there. Seeing Wang Changsheng, the young man in the golden shirt stood up, clasped his fists and said, "I'm at Long Ziyun, this is my sister-in-law Long Ziyue, what's your name, Fellow Daoist?"

"Huang Fugui."

Wang Changsheng blurted out that no one in Xuanyang Realm knew Huang Fugui anyway.

"Huang Fugui! Fellow Daoist's name is simple and easy to remember, much more interesting than the old man's name."

A hunchbacked old man in green robe said with a smile, the old man in green robe was slightly pale, thin, with a goatee and a sickly appearance.

"Old man Wu Yong."

The green-robed old man reported his name.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Wu."

Wang Changsheng cupped his fists and saluted, found an empty table, and sat down.

One after another, monks who transformed themselves into gods came up, and their cultivation bases ranged from the early stage of transforming gods to the great perfection of transforming gods, and each of them found a place to sit down.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Yanchuan came up, and beside him were two women with exactly the same facial features, one woman was wearing a blue skirt and the other was wearing a purple folded skirt.

There is a blue miniature tree embroidered on their sleeves, which seems to represent something.

"Xuanqing Shuangjiao."

Wang Changsheng recognized the identities of the two women. They belonged to the Xuanqing Sect. The Xuanqing Sect is one of the two sects, and the inheritance is longer than Zhenhai Palace.

There is a pair of twin sisters in the Xuanqing faction. The two of them cultivate special skills and can perform combined strikes. They are called Xuanqing Shuangjiao by the outside world.

"Fairy Fang, who is your elder sister? Who is your younger sister? I can't recognize it."

Long Ziyun smiled wryly, there was no big difference between their bodies and facial features, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

"I am my sister Fang Yuyan, and she is my sister Fang Yufei."

The girl in the blue skirt explained with a smile.

The three found an empty table and sat down, right next to Wang Changsheng.

Li Yanchuan chatted with the Fang sisters, but ignored the other monks.

After a while, no monk came up.

"Fellow Daoist Long, there should be no one here! Let's get started!"

Wu Yong urged.

"Wu Daoyou wait a moment, there is another Daoist."

Long Ziyun said politely.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a nine-foot tall man in a blue shirt came up. The big man in the blue shirt had a horrible scar on his left face, and he was carrying a long knife with a scabbard wrapped in linen. His eyes are as sharp as knives, his face is full of beards, and his body exudes a strong evil spirit. Judging from the fluctuation of his mana, it is obvious that he is a monk of Huashen Dzogchen.

"Xue Knife, haven't you been hunted down by more than a dozen fifth-order monsters? You've been missing for so long, I thought you were dead!"

Wu Yong said with some surprise, eyes full of fear.

"You're dead and I'm not dead. It's just a dozen fifth-order monsters. If you can't beat me, won't you run away?"

The big man in the blue shirt said disapprovingly, with a cold tone.

"Blood knife!"

Wang Changsheng has heard of this person, Su Yunfeng, Master of the Blood Saber, this person is a casual cultivator, he does not know where he got the inheritance of the sword technique, and he breaks through the world with one sword, but this person is withdrawn and fart, he is both good and evil, and he does things as he pleases.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's drink tea and chat together!"

Long Ziyun asked them to sit down, and Long Ziyue took out a set of exquisite tea sets and a green tea pot, and made tea on the spot.

Wang Changsheng noticed that the tea leaves were blood red.

Soon, a strong and strange fragrance wafted out.

Wang Changsheng sniffed lightly, feeling a little hot all over his body, and his spirit shook.

"Fairy Long, this is your dragon family's exclusive spiritual tea, Blood Dragon! I heard that this spiritual tea can strengthen blood, and monks with severe blood loss can heal their wounds by drinking this tea."

Fang Yufei asked curiously.

"Blood dragon tea can strengthen blood and blood. It can indeed be used to heal wounds. The effect of medicine is better. This tea is most suitable for physical training. Drinking it often can strengthen the body. Drinking a small amount has little effect. Blood dragon tea can only be picked once in a thousand years. , we got some blood dragon tea, and specially brought it for fellow daoists to taste."

Long Ziyue explained with a smile in a warm tone.

There are more than 20 cultivators who transform themselves into gods, and each of them has a cup of blood dragon tea, the tea is blood red.

Wang Changsheng took a sip, and as soon as the tea was poured down, a gust of hot air rose in his abdomen. Immediately afterwards, his whole body was dry and hot, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

"Yes, good tea."

Wang Changsheng drank it all in one gulp, his whole body was hot, his face was flushed, his skin turned blood red, and the blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen.

Su Yunfeng drank the blood dragon tea without saying anything.

After half a quarter of an hour, everyone returned to normal.

The monks started chatting, from the recent situation in the Xuanyang world to some anecdotes about the world of cultivating immortals.

"Li Daoyou, I heard that your Zhenhai Palace elders are refining heavy treasures, have you refined them yet?"

Long Ziyun asked curiously, the Zhenhai Palace bought five elements materials in a big way, and the high-level craftsmen did not show up for several years, obviously they were refining heavy treasures.

"I don't know, I'm just helping."

Li Yanchuan shook his head and said, his tone changed, and he said: "I heard that your Long family has bred a sixth-order flood dragon, do you know if there is such a thing?"

Long Ziyun smiled lightly, and said: "Li Daoyou was joking, how can it be so easy to breed a sixth-order flood dragon, while everyone is here, let's exchange some things with each other!"

He took out more than 20 kinds of materials, such as demon pills, monster materials, ores, spirit beast eggs, elixir, elixir, talismans and so on.

"This is the turtle's spirit beast egg, hatching is the second level, and these materials are exchanged for things of equal value."

Long Ziyun opened his mouth and introduced.

Wang Changsheng didn't have many things that he could exchange, and Long Ziyun offered a lot, but there was nothing that particularly touched his heart.

This is not surprising. If you want to get good things in exchange, you have to take out good things.

"Fellow Daoist Long, in your identities, it shouldn't be difficult to take out a few Thousand Spirit Pills!"

Li Yanchuan frowned and asked, Qianling Pill is a fifth-order elixir, which is good for the advancement of spirit beasts.

Long Ziyun pondered for a while, took out a cyan jade box, opened it, and found three pale golden pills inside, emitting a strange fragrance.

"At the last exchange meeting, Fellow Daoist Long took out ten Thousand Spirit Pills, why did you only take out three this time?"

Li Yanchuan was puzzled.

Long Ziyun laughed dryly, and explained: "Because of the raw materials, we can't produce too many Thousand Spirit Pills at the moment, so we can only produce three."

Li Yanchuan pondered for a moment, took out a green jade box, and handed it to Long Ziyun.

Long Ziyun opened the lid of the box, took a quick glance, then closed the lid again, and handed Li Yanchuan a Thousand Spirit Pill.

The other monks showed Long Ziyun their items one after another and exchanged items.

Most of the things Long Ziyun took out were exchanged, and the three Qianling Pills were all exchanged, and fell into the hands of Li Yanchuan and Fang's sisters.

The other monks took out the items to display one after another, and said what they wanted to exchange.

(End of this chapter)