Rise of Qinglian

Arriving on the third floor, Wang Changsheng saw more than a dozen god-transformation monks. They were sitting in different places, most of them alone.

The two Long family disciples he met before were also there. When he saw Wang Changsheng, the young man in golden shirt stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Long Ziyun, this is my sister-in-law Long Ziyue, what do you call me fellow Taoist?"

"Huang Fugui."

Wang Changsheng blurted out that no one in Xuanyang Realm knew Huang Fugui.

"Huang Fugui! Taoist friend's name is easy to remember and much more interesting than my name."

A slightly hunchbacked old man in green robe said with a smile. The old man in green robe had a slightly pale face, a thin body, a goatee, and a sickly look.

"I'm Wu Yong."

The old man in green robe announced his name.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Wu."

Wang Changsheng cupped his fists and saluted, found an empty table, and sat down.

One after another, the god-transformation monks came up, with their cultivation levels ranging from the early stage of god-transformation to the great perfection of god-transformation, and each found a place to sit down.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Yanchuan walked up, and beside him were two women with identical facial features. One woman was wearing a blue skirt, and the other was wearing a purple pleated skirt.

There is a small green mini tree embroidered on their sleeves, which seems to represent something.

"Xuanqing Shuangjiao."

Wang Changsheng recognized the identities of the two women. They came from the Xuanqing sect, which was one of the two sects and had an inheritance older than Zhenhai Palace. Xuan Qingzi was one of the Mahayana monks of the human race and came from the Xuanqing sect.

There are a pair of twin sisters in the Xuan Qing sect. They practice special skills and can perform combined attacks. They are called Xuan Qing Shuangjiao by the outside world.

"Fairy Fang, which of you is the elder sister? Who is the younger sister? I can't recognize you."

Long Ziyun smiled bitterly and said, there is no big difference in their figures and facial features, it is difficult to distinguish them.

"I am my elder sister Fang Yuyan, and she is my younger sister Fang Yufei."

The girl in the blue dress explained with a smile.

The three of them found an empty table and sat down, just next to Wang Changsheng.

Li Yanchuan chatted with the Fang sisters and ignored the other monks.

After a while, no monk came up.

"Fellow Daoist Long, no one should be here! Let's get started!"

Wu Yong urged.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, wait a moment, there is another fellow Daoist."

Long Ziyun said politely.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a nine-foot-tall man in a blue shirt walked up. The man in a blue shirt had a terrifying scar on the left side of his face. He was carrying a long knife, and the scabbard was wrapped in linen. His eyes are as sharp as knives, his face is covered with beards, and his body exudes a strong evil aura. Judging from the fluctuations in his magic power, he is obviously a cultivator of the Great Perfection of God Transformation.

"Xue Dao, aren't you being chased by more than a dozen fifth-level monsters? You've been missing for so long, I thought you were dead!"

Wu Yong said with some surprise, his eyes full of fear.

"Even if you die, I won't die. It's just a dozen or so fifth-level monsters. If you can't defeat me, won't you run away?"

The big man in blue shirt said disapprovingly, with a cold tone.

"Blood Knife!"

Wang Changsheng had heard of this person, Master Su Yunfeng of the Blood Sword. This person was a casual cultivator. I don’t know where he got the inheritance of sword skills. He made his way into the world with one sword. However, this person was lonely by nature, both good and evil, and he did whatever he wanted.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's drink tea and chat together!"

Long Ziyun invited them to sit down. Long Ziyue took out a set of exquisite tea sets and a green tea can and made tea on the spot.

Wang Changsheng noticed that the tea leaves were blood red.

Soon, a strong fragrance spread out.

Wang Changsheng took a light sniff, feeling his body was a little warm, and his spirit was shaken.

"Dragon Fairy, this is your Dragon Family's exclusive spiritual tea, Blood Dragon Bar! I heard that this spiritual tea can strengthen qi and blood, and monks with serious blood loss can heal their wounds by drinking this tea."

Fang Yufei asked curiously.

"Blood dragon tea can strengthen qi and blood. It can indeed be used to heal wounds. The effect of elixirs is better. This tea is most suitable for physical training. Drinking it regularly can strengthen the body. Drinking it in small amounts has little effect. Blood dragon tea can only be picked once in a thousand years. , we got some blood dragon tea, specially brought it for you fellow Taoists to taste."

Long Ziyue explained with a smile and a warm tone.

There are more than twenty monks who transform themselves into gods, and each of them has a cup of blood dragon tea. The tea is blood red.

Wang Changsheng took a sip of the tea. As soon as the tea fell into his stomach, a wave of heat rose in his abdomen. Immediately afterwards, his whole body felt hot and the qi and blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

"Yes, good tea."

Wang Changsheng drank it all in one gulp, his whole body felt hot, his face turned red, his skin turned blood red, and the blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen.

Su Yunfeng drank all the blood dragon tea without saying anything.

After less than half an hour, everyone returned to normal.

The monks started chatting, ranging from the recent situation in Xuanyang World to some secrets in the Immortal World.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I heard that the elders of your Zhenhai Palace are refining a heavy treasure. Have you finished refining it?"

Long Ziyun asked curiously. Zhenhai Palace purchased the Five Elements materials on a large scale, and the high-level weapon refiner had not shown up for several years. He was obviously refining heavy treasures.

"I don't know about that, I'm just taking action."

Li Yanchuan shook his head and said. He changed his tone and said, "I heard that your Long family has cultivated a sixth-level dragon. I wonder if this is true?"

Long Ziyun chuckled lightly and said: "Fellow Daoist Li is joking, how can it be so easy to cultivate a sixth-order dragon? While everyone is here, let's exchange some things with each other!"

He took out more than twenty kinds of materials, including demon elixirs, demon beast materials, ores, spirit beast eggs, elixirs, elixirs, talismans, seals, etc.

"This is the dragon turtle's spirit beast egg. The hatching is the second level. These materials are exchanged for things of equal value."

Long Ziyun introduced.

Wang Changsheng didn't have much to offer in exchange, and Long Ziyun had quite a few things to offer, but nothing particularly moved his heart.

This is not surprising. If you want to get good things, you have to take out good things.

"Fellow Daoist Dragon, with your status, it is not difficult to come up with a few Thousand Spirit Pills!"

Li Yanchuan frowned and asked, Qianling Dan is a fifth-level elixir, which is good for the advancement of spiritual beasts.

Long Ziyun pondered for a moment, then took out a blue jade box and opened it. There were three pale golden pills inside, which gave off a strange fragrance.

"At the last exchange meeting, Fellow Daoist Long took out ten Thousand Spirit Pills. Why did he only take out three this time?"

Li Yanchuan said doubtfully.

Long Ziyun laughed dryly and explained: "Due to the influence of raw materials, we currently cannot produce too many Thousand Spirit Pills, only three."

Li Yanchuan pondered for a moment, then took out a green jade box and handed it to Long Ziyun.

Long Ziyun opened the lid of the box, took a quick glance, then closed the lid again and handed Li Yanchuan a Thousand Spirit Pill.

Other monks took out things for Long Ziyun to check and exchange items.

Long Ziyun replaced most of the things he took out, and all three Thousand Spirit Pills were exchanged and fell into the hands of Li Yanchuan and the Fang sisters.

The other monks took out the items and displayed them one after another, saying what they wanted to exchange.