Rise of Qinglian

"Fellow Daoist Huang, stay."

Walking out of the auction venue, Wang Qingling stopped Huang Fugui.

Huang Fugui stopped and grinned, showing two yellow teeth, looking very vulgar.

"Fairy Wang, what a coincidence. I was just wanting to talk to you about something. Let's find a place to chat!"

Huang Fugui said enthusiastically that he was a casual cultivator and did not know the news about the catastrophe, but his eyesight was still good.

The presence of people from the Monster Tribe, Barbarian Tribe and Sea Tribe at the auction venue has already made it clear that the human race is trying to ease relations with the foreign races and there will be no war in the short term.

The human race and the alien race have been fighting for many years. For no reason, the relationship suddenly eased. Either the god-transforming monks spoke out, or there was a catastrophe. Judging from the extensive exchange of heavenly materials and earthly treasures between the monks of the major forces, there was a catastrophe in all likelihood. , may be more powerful than the war between immortals and demons more than four thousand years ago.

It was with this judgment in mind that Huang Fugui frequently exchanged treasures, especially life-saving items.

He planned to resell the bottle of Golden Gang Glaze Liquid in exchange for elixirs to improve his mana. He just couldn't use the Golden Gang Glaze Liquid, but that didn't mean others couldn't.

Not long after, Huang Fugui and Wang Qingling appeared in a secluded courtyard.

After a few simple greetings, Wang Qingling got down to business: "Fellow Daoist Huang, I am very interested in the bottle of Jin Gang Glaze Liquid. I wonder if you can part with me? As long as our Wang family can get it, you can bring it up. "

Huang Fugui frowned, shook his head and said, "Sorry, Fairy Wang, I got that bottle of Jin Gang Glazed Liquid for a friend, otherwise I could have parted with you."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "You also know that person. He is Fang Mu from the Yin Corpse Sect in the Eastern Wasteland. He likes to carry coffins on his back."

Huang Fugui traveled all over the country and made many friends. These people asked him to help find specific things. After getting them, Huang Fugui would get generous rewards, otherwise Huang Fugui wouldn't be running around.

Wang Qingling suddenly realized that this was not surprising. The Wang family also entrusted many casual cultivators in the alchemy stage to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It was a verbal promise. Once they got it, the Wang family would be richly rewarded.

"Okay then! Please help me pay attention to the treasures of heaven and earth that will help Jiaolong advance to the fourth level. The reward will definitely satisfy you."

Wang Qingling said solemnly that she was working hard to collect ice attribute spiritual objects, hoping to help the Ice Wind Dragon advance to the fourth level.

"No problem, it's all covered by Huang."

Huang Fugui readily agreed. He pondered for a moment and said, "Mrs. Wang, I would like to ask, can your ninth aunt refine a fourth-level talisman seal?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure."

Wang Qingling shook her head. She had never asked Wang Ruyan, so she really didn't know.

Huang Fugui was a little disappointed. He originally wanted to buy one or two fourth-level talismans with Wang Ruyan, but Huang Fugui was not short of spiritual stones now.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, do you have anything else to do? If not, let's go together and leave together!"

Wang Qingling suggested that she bought a lot of good things at this auction, which might have aroused the jealousy of interested people. Huang Fugui couldn't fight, but he could run. Even if someone wanted to attack them, they would still be wary.

Huang Fugui rolled his eyes and agreed.

After chatting for a while, the two left the yard and walked towards the exit of Fangshi.

Wang Qingling and others came to the exit of Fangshi, and she was surprised to see Dongfang Liang.

"Wang Xianzi, Fellow Daoist Guang, and Fellow Daoist Huang, are you leaving Fangshi so soon? Why don't you stay a little longer?"

Dongfang Liang said enthusiastically.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Fellow Taoist Master Dongfang. We have other things to attend to, so we won't stay any longer."

Wang Qingling said politely.

"Wang Xianzi has traveled thousands of miles to attend the Taoism Conference held by our Dongfang family. We are very grateful. I will give you one as a gift!"

Dongfang Liang sent him off in person, mainly because of the reason why the Qinglian Immortal Couple was at odds with the three clans. If Wang Qingling and others had an accident on the territory of the Dongfang Family, it would be difficult for the Dongfang Family to deal with it.

Those who are not of my race must have different minds, and the Dongfang family has to guard against it.

Wang Qingling was a little surprised, but she didn't think much and followed Dongfang Liang away.

More than half a year later, Wang Qingling and others returned to the Wulong Sea Area.

"Wang Xianzi, fellow Daoist Guang, Huang still has something to attend to, so we'll say goodbye and see you again if we have the chance."

Huang Fugui said hello and turned into a streak of yellow light that shot through the air and flew hundreds of feet away.

Not long after, Huang Fugui disappeared into the sky.

Wang Qingling and Wang Yingjie had just returned to Qinglian Island. They were surprised to see three huge thunderclouds high in the sky, with lightning and thunder, and thick silver lightning falling down and striking somewhere on Qinglian Island.

"Another python turns into a dragon! Can it succeed?"

Wang Yingjie said in surprise, looking a little excited.

Wang Qingling was not surprised and flew towards Bailing Peak.

Back at his residence, Wang Qingling released the ice wind dragon, and deafening thunder could be heard from time to time.

Less than half an hour later, the thunder dissipated, and a loud dragon roar sounded.

"Xiaobai, you have another partner."

Wang Qingling said with a smile, with this, the Wang family has the tenth level three dragon.

The ice wind dragon let out a huge roar and hovered over the courtyard.

After a while, the ice wind dragon landed on the ground.

Wang Qingling walked towards a green attic not far away. Not long after, she walked out of the attic and found a palm-sized blue wooden box in her hand.

She came to the Bingfeng Jiao and opened the wooden box. Inside was a light blue demon pill, which was Ao Qing's demon pill.

The ice wind dragon let out a loud dragon roar and seemed a little excited. Even if its attributes were different, Ao Qing's demon elixir was still a great tonic for it.

"The catastrophe is coming, and we don't know when it will come. The catastrophe is a disaster for you and me, but it may also be an opportunity. I hope you can advance to the fourth level."

Wang Qingling threw Ao Qing's inner elixir into the Bingfeng Jiao's mouth, took out a white jade box, took out the ice-attribute spiritual fruit elixir, and threw it into the Bingfeng Jiao's mouth.

The Bingfeng Jiao swallowed so many good things at once and became extremely excited.

It hovered over the yard and roared happily.

Wang Qingling can feel that the energy contained in Ao Qing's inner elixir is too huge, and the Bingfeng Jiao can't bear it. Ao Qing is a fourth-order high-grade, and the Bingfeng Jiao is a third-order high-grade. There is a big difference between them. No wonder the Bingfeng Jiao can't bear it. .

An hour later, the Ice Wind Dragon fell from a high altitude, and its huge body crashed into a huge lake. Its nostrils spurted out a stream of white cold air, and the ground quickly froze.

Wang Qingling checked carefully and found that the ice wind dragon had just fallen asleep and was not seriously injured.

After taking so many good things, the chance of Bingfeng Jiao advancing to the fourth level is still relatively high. However, the energy contained in Ao Qing's inner elixir is too huge, and it will take a lot of time for Bingfeng Jiao to refine this energy.

She walked up to the green attic and arrived at the basement. Wang Qingling sat down cross-legged. A burst of soft white light emerged from her body as she began to practice.