From a family fisherman to a water immortal

Chapter 115 The Pill Belongs

The Third Elder's call, although not loud, made the whole hall quiet for a moment.

All the family elders looked at Li Quanqing, with various inquiries and considerations, and different expressions on their faces, remembering this young and handsome boy in their hearts.

This is the current leader of the Quan generation, even Li Quangeng's reputation is slightly inferior.

The old people looked at the young man, as if they saw the former foundation-building true seed Li Kunli, who was also high-spirited and rising.

So many people couldn't help but show a kind smile and express their goodwill, even the old guys of the Great Elder's faction did the same.

Although everyone belongs to different camps, it doesn't prevent them from betting on both sides.

Who can tell clearly about the younger generation's affairs?

"Quanqing meets all the elders."

Li Quanqing walked towards the Third Elder, neither humble nor arrogant along the way, and greeted these old guys.

If he were to say who he was more familiar with, it was an old man dressed as a fisherman.

This was the family elder in charge of the purchase of fish in Changqing Hall. He had done business with him many times and looked familiar.

"Master, are we sure?"

Li Quanqing asked in a low voice after approaching.

"Of course... no."

Li Kunli shrugged his shoulders and said bluntly, like a burly iron tower standing there: "The old guys in the Sword Sect are too shameless. They value Li Quangeng's talent, so they blatantly support Li Yumiao, the waste, to attack the foundation."

"He has already wasted a foundation-building spiritual object. I think even if he gets another foundation-building pill, I'm afraid there is no hope for the future. The road has long been cut off!"

He had a very loud voice, and he didn't suppress his voice at all when he said this. It echoed clearly in the whole hall.

Many elders couldn't help but be silent for a moment, and then pretended not to hear it and continued to discuss their own things.

Li Quanqing was a little unconvinced. The third elder was too calm, as if he had expected it. He was not too disappointed or angry.

However, there were too many people and it was not convenient to ask in detail.

After more than an hour, all the elders of the family finally arrived. The powerful mana fluctuations gathered in the hall, and the spiritual pressure was rolling, almost making the air sticky.

Li Quanqing counted and found that there were 93 elders in the family, including 36 cultivators of the ninth level of Qi Refining, and the rest were all at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Among these 36 powerful elders, there were 13 cultivators of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. Most of them were already very old. After the sixty-year limit, the possibility of successfully impacting the foundation building was extremely low.

Li Yumiao, the son of the eldest elder, was the youngest among them. He was less than fifty years old and was a middle-aged man who was pretentious.

The age of the third elder has always been a mystery, but it should be around sixty years old, not much more.

Therefore, the probability of breaking through the bottleneck is still very high.

But he has the fire spirit root, and he is not practicing the "Blue Sea Tide Rising Technique". In addition, the sea area is rich in water essence, which is a disadvantage.

"Why do I feel that with the fifteen copper bean puppets and the Blue Sea Sword Formation, I can destroy all these old guys present?"

Li Quanqing was bored, and suddenly a rebellious idea popped up in his mind. He stood there to amuse himself.

Dongdong!

While thinking, someone struck the copper bell of the magic weapon. The sound was melodious and crisp, like a gust of wind blowing through the hall, sweeping away the noisy discussions of the crowd.

Silently, two foundation-building masters appeared behind the curtain. Even if they didn't say a word, that kind of invisible momentum was enough to overwhelm everyone present.

"We meet the clan leader, the supreme elder!"

All the elders of the family saluted in unison, not daring to be disrespectful.

When everyone saluted, the curtain was suddenly lifted up by someone, and a figure jumped out as fast as a sword and got into the team of elders.

Li Quanqing happened to see this scene. The man turned out to be Li Quangeng, who actually returned to the family from Shuihua Sword Sect.

Trouble...

His heart sank immediately, and he prepared for the worst.

"Let's talk about it. Who should our Li family allocate this foundation-building pill given by the upper sect to?"

Li Kunlun's lazy voice came out, and his cynical appearance could be imagined through the curtain.

"Report to the Supreme Elder, I think it should be distributed according to the clan rules and the family contribution."

"The third elder risked his life to venture into the ruins for the prosperity of my Li family, and only then did he exchange his life for this foundation-building pill. He should take it!"

The person who said this was actually an old man behind the great elder.

After this person finished speaking, he immediately held his head high and walked into the team of the third elder with big strides.

Ah this...

Li Quanqing looked at the calm Li Kunli, thinking that the hall master is still good at playing.

The elder was not angry when he saw someone betray him. He just gave someone a calm look.

The next second, not far behind Li Quanqing, an elder stood up and said loudly: "This is not right. If Elder Li Yumiao had not notified Senior Duan of the Sword Sect in time, it would be hard to say whether our Li family could keep those thousand-year-old spiritual medicines!"

After speaking, he walked out of the team and came behind the elder, with a businesslike look on his face.

Good guy, playing Infernal Affairs here!

Li Quanqing looked at the elders talking to each other, and in order to compete for the foundation-building pill, all kinds of secret private affairs began to be exposed to each other.

He looked like a wild boar jumping up and down in a melon field.

But in general, the Third Elder was at a slight disadvantage, with only 42 elders supporting him.

Finally, the Supreme Elder spoke: "In my opinion, this foundation-building pill was snatched back by the Third Elder after all, so I'll give it to him."

As soon as this was said, no one dared to say a word of disapproval.

"Compared to young cultivators, the difficulty of Jiazi foundation-building is still too great."

"Besides, I heard from Quan Geng that the main material used in this foundation-building pill is the beast core of a second-level water-based monster, which conflicts with the fire spirit root, which is not appropriate."

The hoarse voice of the old man sounded, but it was the clan leader Li Zongyao, who spoke slowly and logically.

"Clan leader, you are nakedly partial, everyone knows that among the water spirit root cultivators in the family, Li Yumiao, the most promising foundation-building seed, is your grandson!"

Li Kunlun is indeed a thunder attribute, speaking directly and sarcastically.

"Yu Miao practices the "Blue Sea Tide Rising Technique", is young, has refined a spiritual object, and has experience in the foundation-building stage. Naturally, he has the greatest hope. It's not that I am biased."

Li Zongyao still spoke slowly.

The third elder couldn't help but laugh: "Patriarch, then according to your logic, I think there is someone more suitable."

"I spontaneously recommend the family elder Li Quanqing. He is young enough. He has reached the eighth level of Qi Refining in his early twenties. He also practices the Blue Sea Tide Rising Technique and has great talent."

"I suggest that this foundation-building pill be sealed up and saved for him to use in the future!"

Li Quanqing looked at himself being pushed out of the crowd by someone, and was a little confused.

How come I was eating the melon well, but suddenly I became the new melon?

The meeting lasted until eight o'clock in the evening today. I have to go to work tomorrow with one day off. I am really not in a good state. Sorry, sorry (kowtow)