Rise of Qinglian

For him, one hundred thousand spirit stones is just a drizzle, and it is of course good to get news about the high-level flower demon, and it is not a big loss if there is no loss.

Wang Qingfeng and Dong Xueli continued to wander around, and when they saw something they were interested in, they would stop to check and ask.

The monster resources in the Qingli Sea Region are rich, and they saw many strange monsters, which broadened their horizons.

After a cup of tea, they stopped in front of a small stall, the owner of which was a skinny old man in a gold robe.

The golden robe old man's cheeks were thin, his eyes were sunken, and there was a terrifying scar on the left side of his face. He exuded a strong evil spirit, and he had the cultivation base of the late stage of refining.

There were a lot of materials for monsters on the booth. Wang Qingfeng swept his eyes and landed on two black round beads, which were the yin beads left by ghosts during the refining period.

Yin beads are usually used to cultivate ghosts, and ordinary monks can't use them. The Wang family has been collecting Yin beads and giving them to Wang Chan and Wang Chan.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell these two Yin beads?"

Wang Qingfeng asked, and picked up two Yin beads.

"Only exchange and not sell, exchange poisonous weeds, poisonous sacs and poisonous pills."

The golden robe old man's voice was a little hoarse.

Dong Xueli took out a light golden jade box and handed it to the old man in gold robe.

The old man in the golden robe opened the lid of the box and saw that there were two palm-sized mushrooms inside. The mushrooms were covered with five-color patterns, which were natural and exuded a fishy-sweet smell.

"Colorful Mushroom, the year is a bit low, I'll give you a Yin Pearl in exchange."

The old man in the golden robe said calmly.

"Your two yin beads are not of high rank, so it would be nice to give you two five-color mushrooms that are more than 10,000 years old. If you have seventh-order yin beads, there is no other way."

Wang Qingfeng said in a deep voice, these two yin beads are left by ghosts in the early stage of refining the void, as for what they can be exchanged for, it depends on the person.

Things that you don't use may be more precious in the eyes of others.

The golden-robed old man wants to change the poisonous weeds and poisonous sacs, it may be a poison cultivator.

The old man in the golden robe smiled coyly, and said: "You are joking, the seventh-order yin beads are left by ghosts in the fusion stage. This old man is no match for the ghosts in the fusion stage. Let's make a deal."

He had obtained these two yin beads for a long time, and he couldn't exchange them. It was rare that Wang Qingfeng fell in love with them and quickly sold them.

"Fellow Daoist, if you look at the other things, they are all materials from sixth-order monsters, and you can refine them to make talismans."

The old man in the golden robe said enthusiastically.

"No, we're not interested in anything else."

Wang Qingfeng put away the two Yin beads and left with Dong Xueli.

They walked around Qingshi Square, bought some refining materials, left Qingshi Square, rented a small courtyard, and stayed.

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A secluded manor, with three golden characters of "Seven Immortals Garden" written on the plaque, small bridges, flowing water, strange rocks and rocks.

A handsome young man in blue shirt was sitting in the stone pavilion with a height of nine feet and a handsome face.

Su Yunhai, a descendant of Su Jiang, the patriarch of the Seven Immortals Sect, Su Yunhai is a cultivator with the root of the Heavenly Spirit, and has the cultivation base of the late stage of refining the void.

A short, fat man in a golden robe was reporting the situation to him with a respectful expression.

"Young Sect Master, I have already notified Senior Yang, Senior Liu, and Senior Xu. On the loose cultivator side, I have notified Venerable Poison Mang, Heavenly Knife Sanren, and Daoist Jingui. They all agreed to attend the party held by Young Sect Master."

Su Yunhai listened to the report, nodded in satisfaction, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure they are in Fangshi? They must have left by teleportation array!"

He held the party to find a cultivator, not just to exchange things.

"It must still be there. The Qixia Sect is chasing them. If they dare to leave Qixing Island, they will die. But they have used the treasure to disguise themselves, so it is difficult to find."

The man in the golden robe said confidently.

"I hope! If I find them, I will give you a lot of rewards. Don't let Senior Brother Chen and the others take the lead. If it weren't for the fact that there are so many monks in the market that it is difficult to thoroughly investigate, I really want to go door-to-door."

Su Yunhai's gaze was gloomy.

There is also competition within the Seven Immortals Sect. It has a lot to do with Su Jiang that he can become the Young Sect Master. The Qixia Sect is chasing and killing two cultivators who practiced virtual reality. The two of them are definitely a great achievement.

He gave a few words of advice and told his subordinates to retreat.

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Seven days passed quickly.

At Xu time, the sky darkened.

The streets are brightly lit, crowded with people, and very lively.

Two cultivators who transformed spirits stood guard at the entrance of the Seven Immortals Garden, and only cultivators who practiced virtual reality could enter.

When Wang Qingfeng and Dong Xueli came to the gate of the Seven Immortals Garden, the guards did not stop them and let them go.

As soon as they walked in, a young and beautiful golden-clothed maid walked over quickly and said respectfully: "Welcome the two seniors to the party held by the young suzerain. Please follow me, the two seniors."

The golden-clothed maid led them to a blue stone pavilion, where more than 20 Xuxu cultivators had already gathered.

Wang Qingfeng saw the golden robed old man who sold him Yinzhu, he sat down without saying anything.

"Old man Jin Hong, what do you call the two fellow Taoists?"

The old man in the golden robe said enthusiastically.

"My lord, Wang Feng, this is my wife Dong Li."

Wang Qingfeng didn't say his real name to avoid unnecessary trouble.

All the monks reported their names one after another, so they knew each other.

Three people caught Wang Qingfeng's attention. They were a young woman in a green dress with light makeup, a Taoist priest in a green robe with a hunchback, and an old man in a red robe with a beard. The old man carried a long knife on his back, and the evil spirit on his body was somewhat stronger than that of Jin Hong.

The young woman in the green skirt is called Yang Xue, and she was born in the Drunken Immortal Sect. The Taoist priest in green robes is named Liu Yifeng, and she was born in the Liu family.

The monks chatted with each other, and the Tiandao Sanren seldom spoke.

After chatting for more than a quarter of an hour, Su Yunhai and a white-faced and beardless old man in gold robes came over. The old man in gold robes was white and fat, and his belly almost tore through his clothes.

"Fellow Daoist Su and Fellow Daoist Gui are here."

Yang Xue said with a smile.

The old man in the golden robe is a true Jingui. He was born as a casual cultivator and had the late stage of Void Refinement. He raised a sixth-level golden tortoise. The golden tortoise has great supernatural powers. The vast number of monks have become real golden turtles.

All the monks stood up one after another, and many Xu Yunhai monks greeted Su Yunhai to show respect. It was obvious that Su Yunhai knew them very well.

Su Yunhai nodded with a smile, and glanced over the monks. When he saw Wang Qingfeng and Dong Xueli, his eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't say anything.

"Thank you for your kindness. Join the party I'm holding next, and try the snow tea from Xuanling Continent."

Su Yunhai said with a smile, and clapped his hands, two maids in gold shirts came over carrying two trays with teapots and cups on them.

The maid poured each monk a cup of spiritual tea, the tea was snow white.

"Snow tea? I have also been to Xuanling Continent and drank a lot of spirit tea. Why have I never heard of snow tea? Is this a new variety of spirit tea?"

Liu Yifeng asked casually.

"This is the spiritual tea newly cultivated by Wang's family on Qinglian Island. I heard that the tea tree can only be picked once every three thousand years. The tea leaves that are roasted until they are roasted are only more than ten catties. It has the effect of nourishing the meridians."

Su Yunhai explained, his eyes seemed to pass over Wang Qingfeng and Dong Xueli inadvertently.