Rise of Qinglian

Time flies by, and fifty years have passed quickly.

Qinglian Island is a secluded small courtyard with red tiles. There is a three-story green attic in the courtyard. There is a green spiritual flower planted in the courtyard, and a group of green bees are collecting nectar.

The door suddenly opened, and Wang Yingjie walked out, his face filled with joy.

He has reached the ninth level of alchemy formation. This has a lot to do with his own diligence, and it is also inseparable from Wang Qingling's help.

Among Wang Qingling's descendants, only Wang Yingjie has advanced to the Danjie stage, so Wang Qingling naturally takes care of him more.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

A huge bell rang, and Wang Yingjie's eyes widened.

"The race competition has begun. This time, I will definitely be in the top three."

Wang Yingjie said to himself that his qualifications were very poor, and his tribesmen who cultivated faster than him either advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, failed to conceive, died, or died in the turmoil.

The family has a talent training mechanism of thirty-six sons, eighteen heroes, and nine heroes. The thirty-six sons correspond to the Qi refining stage, the eighteen heroes correspond to the foundation-building stage, and the nine heroes correspond to the elixir-forming stage. The three best Nascent Soul monks are the three. Jay.

Wang Yingjie was selected into the Nine Heroes based on his previous contributions and cultivation. To put it bluntly, he spent time to get to this position.

Wang Yingjie stamped his right foot on the ground, turning into a ray of light and flying through the air.

Not long after, Wang Yingjie appeared in a very large bluestone square. In the center of the square stood a huge tower with erratic green light. The five characters "Qinglian Zhenling Pagoda" could be seen on the tower.

Thousands of monks gathered near Qinglian Town Spirit Pagoda, ranging from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul.

Wang Yingjie landed on an open space. He looked at the Qinglian Spirit Tower with an eager expression on his face.

A girl in a blue dress with fair-skinned skin and a young man in a gold shirt with an imposing figure walked over. Judging from the fluctuations of mana on their bodies, it was obvious that they were both alchemy monks.

The girl in the blue dress has picturesque facial features, and her eyebrows show a bit of heroic spirit that is rare for women. The young man in the gold shirt is tall, with bulging arms, full of strength, and his eyes vaguely reveal a bit of golden light.

The girl in the blue skirt is named Wang Huaxue, a third-level formation mage with fifth-level alchemy formation. The young man in gold shirt is named Wang Huatian, with sixth-level alchemy formation. He is one of the few body practitioners in the Wang family who is in the alchemy-level stage. They are the rising stars of the family, and they are all Jiuxiong. one.

"Uncle Yingjie, you came so early."

Wang Huaxue greeted with a smile.

"Uncle Yingjie will definitely get a good ranking in this clan competition."

Wang Huatian flattered him with a warm tone.

The family holds a competition, and the higher the ranking, the more generous the rewards.

Wang Yingjie chuckled lightly and said: "Stop flattering me, you are no weaker than me. By the way, haven't Sheng Hong and Mao Sheng arrived yet?"

Many outstanding members of the Wang family have emerged over the years. There are as many as three monks with dual spiritual roots. Unfortunately, there are no cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots and spiritual bodies.

A deafening dragon roar sounded, and a red light flew from a distance.

"Shenghong is here, and he is the only one who has cultivated a third-level dragon."

Wang Huaxue's tone was full of envy. The Wang family has mastered the art of cultivating third-order dragons. However, the third-order dragons cultivated by the family will not be easily handed over to private individuals. If an individual wants to cultivate a third-order dragon, it will consume a huge amount of resources. The amount is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Not long after, the red light stopped, revealing a red dragon that was more than twenty feet long. There was a two-foot-long sharp horn on the red dragon's head. A fat young man in red was sitting on the red dragon's head. on the head.

The young man in red has a round face, small eyes, a simple and honest face, and layers of fat on his waist.

Wang Shenghong, a third-level spiritual master, is proficient in the art of expelling insects and controlling beasts. He has the fifth level of pill formation. He is the second member of his family to cultivate a third-level dragon after Wang Qingling.

"You guys came so early, so you must be very confident about this competition."

A somewhat lazy man's voice suddenly sounded, and a golden light flew from a distance. After a few flashes, the golden light fell in front of Wang Yingjie.

The light faded, and a tall, thin young man in a golden shirt appeared. The young man in the golden shirt had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was carrying a shining golden sword on his back, and his body exuded a strong evil aura.

Wang Maosheng, with the dual spiritual roots of gold and fire, is one of the few sword cultivators in the Wang family who is in the core formation stage. He practices swordsmanship and is also a third-level weapon refiner.

"Hey, this time, I must be in the top three."

Wang Huatian smiled, full of confidence.

Wang Yingjie chuckled and felt the pressure. The four of them are all rising stars in the family, and there are still some outstanding clan members who have not yet grown up. As time goes by, the family will have more and more outstanding clan members.

Wang Mengfen flew from a distance and landed on the top of Qinglian Zhenling Pagoda.

Wang Yingjie and others bowed and saluted, and said in unison: "Greetings to the head of the family."

"Today is the time for the family competition. You all must perform well. I hope you will set new highs and the competition begins."

Wang Mengfen gave a word of encouragement and announced the start of the competition.

The tribesmen lined up one after another and began to break into the Immortal Town Tower.

In a secret room, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on a green futon, his eyes closed tightly, and a large number of green flying swords floating around him. These flying swords sparkled with green light and made continuous sword sounds.

A light blue crystal is scattered on the ground, with spiritual patterns all over the surface. It is obviously an echo crystal.

After a while, all the flying swords spun quickly and condensed into a sky-high sword with a sparkling blue light, floating above Wang Qingshan's head.

Wang Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, and his body exuded an unmatched spiritual pressure, and the sky-holding giant sword turned into dots of green light and disappeared.

"Finally advanced to the Great Consummation of Nascent Soul."

Wang Qingshan exhaled a breath of turbid air and talked to himself, with a deep joy on his face.

It took him more than a hundred years to go from the late Yuanying stage to the Great Consummation of Yuanying. This cultivation speed is considered fast. Some Yuanying monks are stuck in the late stage of Yuanying for life. Of course, Wang Qingshan has a lot of experience.

"Sword Master of the Four Seasons is worthy of being the founder of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. The sword array is unpredictable. Unfortunately, it requires a Lingbao-level flying sword to exert its maximum power."

Wang Qingshan talked to himself. He has three spiritual treasures in his hand, but the natal flying sword is still an ordinary magic weapon.

Wang Changsheng can refine a set of spiritual treasures, but the success rate is not very high. He can refine a set of three spiritual treasures at most. Wang Qingshan has nine natal flying swords. It is very difficult to upgrade them all into spiritual treasures. Otherwise, Wang Changsheng can refine a set of spiritual treasures. Wang Changsheng had already helped promote the Qingli Sword to a spiritual treasure.

Wang Qingshan put away the shadow crystal, stood up and walked out.

He took out the interrogation tray, contacted Wang Mengfen, and asked about the family's situation.

"Seventh Great Uncle, you are out of seclusion. The family is holding a clan competition today. Would you like to come over and teach the younger generations?"

Wang Mengfen's voice was full of joy.

"Is Meng Xuan here too?"

Wang Qingshan asked casually. There were not many high-level sword cultivators in the family. Wang Qingshan, Wang Jijun, Wang Changjie and Wang Mengxuan were the stronger sword cultivators in the family.

"He was stuck and traveling."

Wang Mengfen said truthfully that Wang Mengxuan was the son of Wang Youwei and Ouyang Mingyue. They had high expectations for Wang Mengxuan, and Wang Mengxuan worked really hard. He was stuck at the seventh level of the Core Formation for many years and traveled out, hoping to resolve the bottleneck.

"I have nothing to do, so let's go over and have a look! I hope you can give me a little surprise."

Wang Qingshan put away the communication disk, turned into a blue rainbow light, and flew towards the martial arts field.