Rise of Qinglian

If all members of the Wang family were to withdraw, it would definitely cause panic. At least the Wang family could not withdraw their entire family until the monks of the magic way attacked Wei. "Uncle 21, if you leave, I can't keep the Wangjiabao alone. Why don't you call Uncle Qi back! Second sister and the others are in Bailingmen, so they can't stay in Wangjiabao permanently."

"That's fine. In addition, all the people in Hongye Ridge have withdrawn to Qingyuefang City. After Changsheng left for a few years, a war broke out. It would be great if he was here."

Wang Mingjiang sighed, his eyes full of sadness.

It is not yet known when this war will end.

"Uncle Twenty-One, Brother Ninth Brother, didn't they say where they are going? I'll send someone to look for it!"

"Changsheng said that he was going to find the heaven and earth spirit water. The heaven and earth spirit water is something that grows naturally. How can it be so easy to get it? You send people to Dafang City in the neighboring country to look for it, hoping to find Changsheng. , the family will ask you to take care of it, by the way, before Changsheng leaves, leave me a flying needle talisman, you can take it for self-defense! I hope it won’t be needed.”

Wang Mingjiang took out a blue wooden box, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and handed it to Wang Changfeng.

Wang Changfeng was a little moved, he hesitated for a moment, he shook his head, and said solemnly: "The talisman! Uncle 21, this is too precious. It is more dangerous for you to fight on the front line. You should keep the talisman for self-defense! There is a large array of guardians! With the second-order puppet beast, there will be no mistakes."

"No, it hasn't been long since you entered the third floor of the foundation building. The seventh brother is on the second floor of the foundation building. With the two of you alone, I don't feel worried about going to the front line, so you can accept it!"

Wang Mingjiang's attitude was very firm. Two years ago, he married a Qi-refining female cultivator from the Immortal Cultivation family and gave birth to a son for him.

As long as the family is still there, his son will be able to grow up smoothly. If the family cannot be kept, his son may not be able to grow up smoothly with the behavior of a demonic monk.

Wang Changfeng hesitated for a moment, accepted the blue wooden box, and said with concern: "Uncle Twenty-one, be careful, I'll wait for you to come back."

"I will. When I'm not around, the family will entrust you and the seventh brother."

After the two discussed, they called Wang Changhao and Wang Changyue and gave them a foundation building pill.

"Changhao, Changyue, the demonic way is invading, and the frontline is tight. According to the order of Bailingmen, I will take my tribe to the frontline to fight. You are already at the ninth level of Qi Refining. I hope you can take the Foundation Establishment Pill and enter the Foundation Establishment Stage smoothly. , if I can’t come back, Changyang will be counting on you.”

Wang Mingjiang said solemnly, with a heavy tone.

Wang Changyue quickly comforted him, "Uncle Twenty-One, you will definitely come back safely."

"Yes! Uncle Twenty-One, don't talk nonsense."

Hearing the comfort from the two, Wang Mingjiang nodded in relief.

He gave a few instructions, and led a group of clansmen to follow the disciples of Bailingmen to the front line. Wang Changyue and Wang Changhao returned to their residences, took the Foundation Establishment Pill, and rushed to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Feifeng Valley, the backyard of Baibingtang.

Inside the house, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the futon, his face was very pale, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, bloodshot eyes could be seen in his eyes.

A cloud of blue flames was suspended in front of him, emitting an astonishingly high temperature.

When he pinched the spell, the blue flame flew back into his mouth and disappeared. A two-foot-long blue wooden sword appeared in front of him. The blade was about an inch wide, and there was a flame pattern on the hilt. The color wood sword exudes an astonishing wave of aura.

"It finally worked."

Wang Changchang let out a sigh of relief, and a look of joy appeared on his pale face.

It took him more than half a year and 40,000 spiritual stones to refine many flying swords with wood attributes. Combined with the refining experience left by his ancestors, he successfully refined the natal magic weapon.

"This sword is made of cold flame bamboo as the main material, so it's called the cold flame sword!"

Wang Changsheng said to himself, he waved his palm towards the cold flame sword, and the cold flame sword flew into his hand.

In order to increase toughness, this Cold Flame Sword has been mixed with a lot of metal materials, it is not made of pure wood-based materials, Wang Changsheng can also drive it.

Speaking of which, he was able to refine the magic weapon of his destiny, except for the refining experience left by his ancestors, which was of great help to his strong spiritual consciousness. Of course, if Wang Ruyan hadn't refined a lot of second-level talisman seals for sale, Help him buy materials to refine the wooden flying sword, but he can't successfully refine the natal magic weapon.

Wang Changsheng put away the cold flame sword and walked out.

As soon as he came to the front desk, he saw Pan Sheng.

Pan Sheng came to Baibing Hall every now and then, for fear that Wang Changsheng would take the materials and escape.

To be honest, if the 500-year-old Hanyan Bamboo he took out was sold at an auction, the transaction price would definitely exceed 30,000 spirit stones. If Wang Changsheng and his wife were not locals, it would have saved his life. Well, Pan Sheng would not give out third-level materials for Wang Changsheng to practice.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, Pan Sheng's expression tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "How is it, fellow Daoist Wang? Has it been refined?"

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, and took out the Cold Flame Sword.

When Pan Sheng saw the Hanyan Sword, he was very excited. He reached out to grab the Hanyan Sword, but was blocked by Wang Ruyan.

"Pan Daoyou, pay with one hand and deliver with one hand."

Pan Sheng responded, took out a blue storage bag, and handed it to Wang Ruyan. After Wang Ruyan confirmed that it was correct, he nodded at Wang Changsheng, and Wang Changsheng handed the Hanyan Sword to Pan Sheng.

Wang Changsheng took out a two-foot-long Hanyan bamboo from the blue storage bag, and observed it carefully.

Pan Sheng inspected the Hanyan Sword carefully, looking like he couldn't put it down, and he was very excited.

With this natal magic weapon, it will be much safer for him to hunt and kill monsters in the future.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Wang, Mr. Pan really saw the right person, you really refined it."

Pan Sheng put away the Cold Flame Sword and praised.

"Fellow Daoist Pan, I would like to ask you a question, Fellow Daoist Pan, where did you get the cold flame bamboo?"

"Sorry, I can't say that, I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

After Pan Sheng finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

"Miss, pack your things. Let's go to Yue Country to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference held by the Yang family in Ziyue Mountain Villa. I hope to get Xuanyou Hanshui."

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan packed up their things, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, they left Feifeng Valley and headed straight for Yue.

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The territory of Yue Kingdom is mostly high mountains and steep mountains, the heaven and earth aura is relatively abundant, and there are many immortal cultivating forces. There are six immortal cultivating forces with one family, two schools, three sects, and six immortal cultivating forces.

The two families refer to the Yang family and the Zhao family, the most famous of which is the Yang family.

The Ziyue Mountains where the Yang family is located is a famous holy land of spiritual mountains in the Yue Kingdom.

In the early morning, the sky just dawned, and as far as the eye can see, there are giant peaks towering straight into the clouds, surrounded by clouds, and a group of cranes fly by from time to time, like a fairyland on earth.

On a mountain peak outside the Ziyue Mountains, a row of exquisite blue-colored attics are built along the mountain. At the foot of the mountain stands a silver stone tablet more than ten feet high, with three large lacquered gold characters "Yingbin Peak" written on it.