Rise of Qinglian

The Song family in Taihua Mountain is South Korea's local immortal cultivation force. If the Song family can occupy the second-level high-grade earth fire spiritual vein, it will be beneficial to the development of the Song family.

Wang Changsheng is now in urgent need of spiritual stones to improve his own strength and the family's spiritual veins, so he can only sell the earth fire spiritual veins.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, if there is anything important, please tell me!"

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and said in a seductive tone: "Fellow Daoist Song, are you interested in the second-level high-grade Earth Fire Spirit Vein?"

"Second-grade high-grade earth fire spirit vein?"

Song Hefeng was slightly startled, his eyes a little uncertain.

Although the relationship between Wei and South Korea has eased, if the Earth Fire Spirit Vein is in Wei, Song Hefeng will not send people to occupy it. It is a clear intention to compete with the five sects of Wei for food. The Song family has backers, so why not the five sects of Wei? No backer.

"Exactly, Fellow Daoist Song, don't worry, the Earth Fire Spirit Vein is in South Korea, and Wang discovered it by chance."

The area of ​​South Korea is not small. Even if Song Hefeng mobilized the Song family's foundation-building monks to dig three feet into the ground of South Korea, it would still be difficult to find the earth-fire spiritual vein.

Song Hefeng rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "When did Fellow Daoist Wang extend his hand to South Korea? Since the Earth Fire Spirit Vein is in South Korea, does Fellow Daoist Wang still have the right to dispose of it?"

After Wang Changsheng heard this, he smiled slightly: "A second-level high-grade earth fire vein, the Korean immortal sect will not reject it! No one will think that there are too many spiritual veins!"

Song Hefeng frowned, pondered for a moment, and asked: "How big is that spiritual vein? How far is it from our Taihua Mountain?"

Wang Changsheng briefly described the size of some earth fire spiritual veins, but did not mention their locations.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please make a price!"

"Two hundred thousand spirit stones."

Wang Changsheng raised two fingers. He didn't expect to sell it for 200,000 yuan, but if the price was higher, the transaction price wouldn't be too low.

Song Hefeng naturally would not agree. After some bargaining between the two, Song Hefeng bought the news at a high price of 120,000 spirit stones, but he was only willing to pay one-third as a deposit. After the Song family occupied the second-level earth fire vein, , and then pay the remaining two-thirds.

Wang Changsheng agreed, but he had one condition: the two families would marry, and Wang Qingyang would marry a female monk with three spiritual roots from the Song family.

Song Hefeng agreed for the sake of the Earth Fire Spirit Vein.

Qinglianfang City, stall square.

The news that the Wang family was holding a pill-forming celebration had spread early on, and the in-laws and old friends of the Wang and Wang families rushed to Qinglianfang City early to wait for the celebration to take place.

As the elixir formation celebration gets closer, there are more and more monks in Qinglianfang City.

Wang Qingjun was sitting in front of a stall. There were first-level elixirs, spiritual weapons, talismans, and puppet beasts on the stall. There was a sign hanging next to it that read: Not for sale, exchange for something of equal value, buy rare treasures at a high price. .

Wang Qingjun is already at the ninth level of Qi Refining and has no foundation-building spiritual objects. He does not dare to attack the foundation-building stage rashly. After all, he is a monster with three spiritual roots instead of Tianling roots. Only 5,000 contribution points can be exchanged for a share of the True Evil with his family. Qi, it is a pity that the family currently only has the two attributes of real evil qi, gold and earth, and does not have the fire attribute real evil qi that Wang Qingjun needs.

Foundation-building spiritual objects often cost tens of thousands of spirit stones. Over the years, he followed Wang Changhao to hunt monsters and accumulated more than four thousand spirit stones. If he wanted to buy foundation-building spiritual objects, it was far from enough.

Whenever there is a large-scale auction or celebration in the Wei Kingdom, Wang Qingjun will definitely not be absent, hoping to pick up the missing items. This time the Wang family held the Pill Formation Ceremony is no exception.

Picking up leaks also depends on luck. Wang Qingjun has participated in many celebrations, taking advantage and suffering small losses.

Even if someone owns a treasure, he is afraid that it will be bought by others as soon as he takes it out. Wang Qingjun simply takes the initiative and sets up his own stall to buy rare treasures at high prices.

Of course, this rare treasure is relative to the Qi refining period.

During this period of time, Wang Qingjun saw many strange things, including rocks that made frog noises, cloth that was impervious to water and fire, and spiritual trees that exuded a fishy odor and weighed as much as a hundred pounds.

Wang Qingjun has been to many large markets over the years and has extensive knowledge. However, he is a Qi Refining monk after all, and it is impossible for him to have seen everything.

On this day, he continued to set up a stall in the square as usual.

From time to time, people would bring out things to exchange with Wang Qingjun, but there was nothing Wang Qingjun liked.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you think of this bead in exchange for two bottles of Qi-nourishing pills and two medium-grade spiritual weapons?"

A young man in blue shirt in his twenties knelt down, took out a golden bead the size of a longan core, and handed it to Wang Qingjun.

Wang Qingjun took the golden bead, a burst of red light lit up in his palm, and a red flame appeared out of thin air, wrapping the golden bead.

Less than half an hour later, the golden beads still showed no sign of melting.

Out of caution, Wang Qingjun took out a red flying knife and injected it with mana. The red flying knife burst out with a dazzling red light and struck the golden bead, making a muffled sound of metal colliding. There was no trace on the golden bead.

Wang Qingjun felt a burst of joy in his heart. This golden bead was by no means an ordinary thing. A single blow from the high-grade spiritual weapon failed to leave any trace.

There was no sign of any strangeness on his face, and he said: "This golden bead of yours is so small. Even if it is a second-level weapon refining material, in exchange for two bottles of Qi-nourishing pills and two mid-level spiritual weapons, I will be at a huge disadvantage. Unless you take it again If you give me one, I can give you one more medium-grade spiritual weapon."

"I only have one. It is inherited from my ancestors. I heard from my great-grandfather that this bead may be a third-level material. If I exchange it with you, you will take advantage."

Wang Qingjun rolled his eyes, took out a rag and half a bronze mirror, and said, "Did you see it? This is a treasure map and fragments of a magic weapon. Do you believe it?"

"This... exchange for two bottles of Qi-nourishing pills and a middle-grade spiritual weapon, this is all right! You have tried it, and my bead can't even damage a high-grade spiritual weapon. It must be a second-order Material."

"make a deal."

Wang Qingjun happily agreed and handed two bottles of Qi-nourishing pills and a medium-grade spiritual weapon to the young man in green shirt.

In the next two hours, people successively took out strange things and exchanged them with Wang Qingjun. Wang Qingjun exchanged them for a piece of rusty iron. The iron piece felt very light and was invulnerable to water and fire. This kind of material may be made of iron. Wang Qingjun was not sure about the fragments of the magic weapon. As long as he thought there was something weird, he kept it.

As the sky darkened, Wang Qingjun put away his stall and walked towards a teahouse not far away.

On the third floor of the teahouse, Wang Qingqi and five foundation-building monks were exchanging alchemy experiences.

Wang Qingqi is the only second-level alchemist in the clan and has many alchemy books. However, since no one communicates with him, it is difficult for him to improve his alchemy level.

The Wang family holds the Qinglian Xiaohui every five years. After many holdings, the Qinglian Xiaohui has become a major event in Ningzhou. With the popularity of the Qinglian Xiaohui, Wang Qingqi got to know several second-level alchemists. They are all Coming from a family that cultivates immortality, Wang Qingqi organized an exchange meeting to share his experience in alchemy and solved some of his doubts.

"It's getting late today, so let's stop here! Fellow Taoists, we will exchange alchemy experiences here tomorrow at Chenshi. If possible, you fellow Taoists can recommend a few more second-level alchemy masters, so that we can communicate and make progress together. "

Wang Qingqi glanced at the darkening sky and said sincerely.

After the alchemy monk appeared in the Wang family, Wang Qingqi, the organizer of the exchange meeting, became more and more solid. He was only on the second level of foundation building, but other second-level alchemists gave him respect.

"Definitely, definitely, fellow Daoist Wang, take your leave."

Wang Qingqi sent them off personally, giving them enough face.