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Chapter 989 Mission
Li Qin grew up in the Taiyi Immortal Sect. It was the first time she saw such a thing, and she was a little uncomfortable. However, before setting off, Zhang Zhanfeng asked her to obey Huang Fugui's order, and Li Qin could not object. Furthermore, Huang Fugui There was no delay in the task.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, are their hearts really so dark? 500 yuan of spirit stones to buy pills, and 750 yuan of spirit stones to sell to the Seven Great Immortals?"

Li Qin frowned and said, very dissatisfied with Liu Zhen and the others.

"I don't know the purchase price, it may be lower, or it may be their inventory. It is not easy for them to collect supplies in the rear. You always have to give someone a little sweetness. If the Taiyi Immortal Sect doesn't give you a salary, will you accept it? The world is bustling, all for profit."

Huang Fugui asked back.

"This······"

Li Qin was speechless, this question was very realistic.

"Ancestor, our purchase price is cheaper than Wanhua Palace's. When the time comes, this account..."

Huang Youxin asked cautiously, if they accounted for the purchase price of Wanhua Palace, they could embezzle a large amount of money.

Huang Fugui glared at Huang Youxin, and reprimanded unceremoniously: "Naturally, report the truth. Do you think the old man will make false accounts? The monster race is invading, and the enemy is at hand. It's okay for us to get some benefits, and Daoist Yuanying doesn't care about it." In other words, if you make false accounts, withhold supplies, and pass off goods as good ones, let alone Daoist Yuanying, this old man’s own conscience will not let it go.”

Speaking of this, Huang Fugui showed a righteous expression on his face.

The corner of Huang Youxin's mouth twitched. He still didn't believe it when others said that his ancestor Huang Fugui was shameless, but he saw it today.

Li Qin showed an expression of admiration on his face, and said: "What Huang Daoyou said is that my little sister misunderstood Huang Daoyou before, where should we go next?"

"Tianfeng Mountain, there are many elixir stores there, let's go there to buy low-level elixir, by the way, the cultivators on the front line are fighting bloody battles, and they must need a lot of healing elixir, let's collect some spirit stones and buy more elixir Take medicine! One more pill can save one more immortal cultivator."

Huang Youxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had heard about the deeds of his ancestors. When he got to the front line, he would definitely spread the story and the higher-ups would definitely make compensations.

"No problem, that's how it should be."

Li Qin agreed to come down, chatted a few words, and went back to the room to rest.

"Old ancestor, if the higher-ups don't give you compensation, wouldn't you be at a loss?"

Huang Youxin asked cautiously.

Huang Fugui grinned, and said triumphantly: "When did this old man ever do a loss-making business? If they don't give it, I will go to their door to hunt low-level monsters. I have to earn this spirit stone back. Don't you I underestimate this errand, this is a fat job, and one stronghold earns [-] spirit stones, hehe, the longer this war is fought, the more I earn."

"The next time we pass by Qingdie Valley, will Liu Daoyou and the others give tens of thousands of spirit stones?"

Huang Youxin was slightly taken aback, his face full of confusion.

"The mouth grows on your body. Whether you can get the spirit stone or not depends on you. Learn more from the old man. Face is the least valuable thing. In order to survive, the old man snatched food from Mr. Liu's dogs, otherwise The old man starved to death in that famine long ago, how could he be here today."

Huang Fugui showed nostalgia on his face, and sighed.

This was the first time Huang Youxin heard about it. If it wasn't for Huang Fugui, Huang Youxin would probably have starved to death, but he didn't grab food from the dog, so he didn't have that chance.

On a certain vast plain, a huge yellow city stands on the plain. The city wall is more than a hundred feet high and hundreds of miles long.

In a certain three-story blue attic, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and nine blue flying swords floated around his body. Along with his breathing, the nine blue flying swords gave out a clear sword sound, Surrounding Wang Qingshan, a cold light shone.

The nine cyan flying swords suddenly turned quickly, and a large number of cyan sword shadows could be seen faintly.

Wang Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light shot out from his eyes, the light of the nine cyan flying swords suddenly rose sharply, a large piece of cyan sword energy flew out, gathered together, and turned into a giant blue sword that held up to the sky, slashing fiercely On top of the stone chamber.

Rumble!
The stone chamber shook violently, and countless runes lit up on the forbidden surface, bursting with rays of light.

Wang Qingshan exhaled lightly, and with a single move, the nine blue flying swords disappeared into his sleeves.

Wang Qingshan stood up and walked out.

During this period of time, they gathered routs here, built a city, and resisted the monster clan's attack, which was quite effective.

After the city was established, many rout soldiers arrived one after another to help build the city.

A low-pitched horn sounded, Wang Qingshan took out a communication conch, and punched in a formula, the voice of Xiaoyao Sword Master suddenly sounded: "Qingshan, are you okay? You didn't get hurt in the fight with the monster clan!"

"No, thank you Master for your concern."

"Come to the meeting hall, I have something to tell you as a teacher."

Wang Qingshan nodded and said: "Yes, master, this disciple will go over here."

In the meeting hall, Sword Master Xiaoyao sat on the main seat. On the left and right sides of him sat four men and a woman. There was a gloomy coffin next to a young man in black. Yin Qi, he is Fang Mu.

Everywhere he carries a coffin, Fang Mu is the only one in the Eastern Desolate Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Fang Mu has entered the Nascent Soul Stage, and his expression is indifferent.

Next to him, there is a middle-aged man in a purple Taoist robe, it is Ziyang Taoist from Qianjimen, and he has also given birth.

Both of them are the key training objects of their sect, and they have successively entered the Nascent Soul stage.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a short period of time, and the monster clan invaded, they naturally had to contribute to the sect.

More than a dozen alchemy cultivators stood aside with respectful expressions, including Liu Meier and Wu Yuner.

Not long after, Wang Qingshan walked in.

"The disciple pays homage to the master and seniors."

Wang Qingshan bowed to the Nascent Soul cultivators present with a respectful face.

A middle-aged beautiful woman in silver palace attire looked at Wang Qingshan carefully, and said coldly: "You are Daoist Ye's registered disciple. Meier said that you are very powerful. I hope you will not miss the important thing."

Liu Mei'er smiled sweetly, and said: "Senior brother Wang is very powerful, master, he will definitely not delay important matters, I will help him."

She looked at Wang Qingshan affectionately, shy and timid, with a pure and pleasant appearance.

Wu Yun'er pursed her lips, and said to herself, "It's just pretending again, the Fairy of Varieties is well-deserved."

Sword Master Xiaoyao frowned slightly, glanced at the middle-aged beautiful woman, hesitated to speak, and said: "Mrs. Lin, you can rest assured that the old man's disciples will not delay the important matter. With Daoyou Song and the others leading the team, they will surely succeed immediately." .”

"Qingshan, you follow Daoyou Song to attack a stronghold of Yaozu where supplies are stored. Remember, everything follows Daoyou Song's orders. Let me introduce you. This is Daoyou Song from Chongyang Academy, Daoyou Fang from Yin Corpse Sect, and Fellow Daoist Lu of Qianjimen."

Wang Qingshan did not dare to neglect, and saluted one by one.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a fair face nodded and said, "Okay, since everyone is here, let's go! Those who disobey orders will be severely punished."

"Yes, Senior Song."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar, Fang Mu, and Ziyang Taoist, three Nascent Soul monks, led more than 20 alchemy monks and left the giant city, heading straight for the back of the demon clan.

(End of this chapter)