Rise of Qinglian

A girl in a green skirt with delicate features squatted down and asked. There was a purple moon pattern on her sleeve, and she was a child of the Yang family. The girl in the green skirt is around twenty years old and has built three layers of foundations.

Wang Changsheng was secretly happy. A few Yang family disciples had asked him before, wanting to exchange other things, but he didn't like it.

"It's not easy to refine a second-tier middle-grade puppet beast. Two hundred catties is too little, and it's almost the same if you add thirty catties."

"Add ten catties at most, and there will be nothing more."

Wang Changsheng was also satisfied with this price, and nodded in agreement.

"Wait a minute, I don't have enough heaven and earth spirit water, I'll ask my brother to bring some over."

The girl in the green skirt took out a communication plate, hit a spell on it, and said, "Brother, is the fifty catties of diluted Xuanyou cold water still on you? You haven't exchanged it yet!"

"It's still there, what's the matter?"

"That's good. I'll take your fifty catties of diluted Xuanyou cold water. I'll let Zi'er find you. You just follow it."

After the girl in the green skirt finished speaking, she patted the spirit animal bag on her waist with her jade hand, and a clear cry sounded, and a purple sparrow with an oddly long tail flew out of the spirit animal bag.

"Zi'er, go and bring my brother here."

The woman in the green skirt flipped her jade hand, and a green round date appeared in the palm of her hand.

The purple sparrow swallowed the green jujube in one gulp, spread its wings, and flew into the distance.

Not long after, the purple sparrow flew back, followed by a gentle-faced young man with handsome features, tall and slender, wearing a purple-gold robe, a golden hair crown on his head, and a white jade belt around his waist. .

When Wang Changsheng saw the young man in the golden robe, he was secretly surprised. Such a young man has the cultivation base of the seventh level of foundation building.

The young man in the golden robe took out a blue gourd and handed it to the girl in the green skirt.

The girl in the green skirt took out a green gourd, poured the mysterious cold water from the blue gourd into the green gourd, and handed it to Wang Changsheng.

After Wang Changsheng checked that they were correct, he handed over three second-tier middle-grade puppets to the girl in the green skirt.

The young man in the golden robe glanced at the things on Wang Changsheng's booth, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. The young man had a foundation-building fifth-level cultivation base at a young age, and he also took out a lot of second-level items, obviously not casual cultivators.

He came to the booth, cupped his hands at Wang Changsheng, and said kindly, "My servant Yang Wenbin, this is my sister-in-law Yang Wenyue, what do you call me?"

"Under Wang Yang, I have met Daoyou Yang and Fairy Yang."

Wang Changsheng didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly returned the courtesy.

"May I ask you a question, what sect did Wang Daoyou learn from?"

"I have no family or sect, just a casual cultivator."

Living in a foreign country, Wang Changsheng naturally would not reveal his true identity easily.

Yang Wenbin didn't care either, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wang, if you are interested, you can participate in tomorrow's Sword Discussion Conference, and the third place will get thirty catties of undiluted Xuanyou Hanshui. They are all good second-order materials."

"must."

Yang Wenbin nodded, and left with Yang Wenyue.

After walking away, Yang Wenyue asked in a low voice: "Brother, he is definitely not a casual cultivator. Judging by his attire and conversation, he doesn't look like a casual cultivator. How can a casual cultivator be so rich?"

"I know that elite disciples from many factions have come to this Sword Discussion Conference. This person may be an elite disciple from a certain faction. I just got to know him. It will be much easier to make friends when I meet him again. If you are like you, you leave after shopping, and if you meet him again in the future, it will be inconvenient to make friends."

"He is only at the fifth level of foundation building, brother, you are at the seventh level of foundation building. In a few decades, maybe you will enter the alchemy stage. What is there to make friends with? Next time he sees you, maybe I'm going to call you Senior Yang."

Yang Wenbin smiled indifferently, and said: "It's not so easy to form a pill, okay, I've made an appointment with two friends, you can take your time walking around by yourself!"

In the early morning of the next day, hundreds of immortal cultivators gathered in Qingshi Square. Ten circular arenas were set up on the square, and a white-faced, beardless middle-aged man stood on one of the arenas.

"My subordinate Yang Zongyan is in charge of hosting the Sword Discussion Conference. The rules are the same as in the past. Fellow Daoists who want to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference must first sign the life and death certificate. Life and death are conceited, fellow daoists who want to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference, first sign the certificate of life and death."

"Fellow daoists who participated in the Sword Discussion Conference, come here to sign the certificate of life and death."

A disciple of the Yang family shouted loudly, and there was a blue wooden table in front of him.

According to Wang Changsheng's plan, it was enough for him to attend the Sword Discussion Conference, but Wang Ruyan insisted on participating. Her reason was that husbands and wives follow each other, life and death depend on each other, and they will never leave. Wang Changsheng couldn't hold back her, so he had to agree.

Wang Changsheng refines one magic weapon for Wang Ruyan every year, and she has as many as five defensive magic weapons alone. She is a second-level talisman maker, so there is no problem with self-protection.

A total of more than 100 Foundation Establishment monks participated in the Sword Discussion Conference, and their cultivation bases were between the third and eighth levels of Foundation Establishment.

"According to the previous rules, the contestants have to defeat our Yang family's children before they can formally participate in the Sword Discussion Conference. Now, fellow daoists who can read their names, step onto a ring, Li Jiang, Song Yong... Chen Xin."

The Yang Family sent ten Foundation Establishment cultivators to fight against the contestants, all of these ten Foundation Establishment cultivators had cultivation bases of the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

This move of the Yang family can screen out the weaker Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Wang Changsheng stood under the ring, watching the others fight.

The ten foundation-builder monks sent by the Yang family are all good in strength, and the weaker foundation-builder monks can't beat the Yang family's disciples at all.

The ten competitions came to an end very quickly, the Yang family disciples won six and lost three.

Soon there were ten more contestants on the stage. This time, they changed their opponents, and they were also ten disciples from the Yang family who were on the fourth floor of the foundation building.

The Yang family sent more than 30 foundation-building monks to take turns fighting with the contestants.

More than half an hour later, Wang Changsheng entered the stage. His opponent was a tall and thin young man in red with a red jade pendant on his waist.

Wang Changsheng has seen this person fight. This person is proficient in fire spells and has great strength.

"Game start."

With the sound of the referee falling, a thick cyan light curtain emerged, covering the entire arena.

Wang Changsheng pinched the magic formula, and a glass-like blue light curtain emerged close to his body, covering his whole body inside, and he sacrificed five second-level low-grade giant carved puppets in one breath.

Wang Changsheng can now control twelve puppet beasts at the same time. He doesn't want to be too conspicuous. It is no problem for a five-level monk to control five magic weapons at the same time.

Five giant carved puppet beasts flew up and sprayed out dozens of blue lightsabers at the same time, hitting the young man in red.

The young man in red took his time and patted the red jade pendant on his waist, a red light flashed, and a thick red light curtain emerged close to his body, covering his whole body.