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Chapter 428 Wang Qingyang Gives Birth (Second Change)
Taiyi Immortal Gate, a certain secluded courtyard.In an exquisite attic, Wang Mingren sat cross-legged on a futon, and the room was filled with a large number of golden and red light spots.

Gold and red light spots, accompanied by Wang Mingren's breath and breath, poured into his nose one after another and disappeared. With the breath and breath, his breath gradually increased.

A quarter of an hour later, the golden and red light spots disappeared, and Wang Mingren opened his eyes, which were full of joy.

"Building the fifth floor!"

After Wang Changsheng refined the natal magic weapon for Wang Mingren, Wang Mingren retreated.

This time, it took him seven years to retreat from the fourth floor of the foundation building to the fifth floor of the foundation building.

This cultivation speed is already considered fast. The higher the realm of the immortal cultivator, the higher the difficulty of cultivation.

There are not a few foundation-building monks in the Taiyi Xianmen who are stuck on the fourth floor of the foundation.

Speaking of which, if he hadn't taken two Jinyan Fruits, it would still take several years for him to advance to the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

There are still more than ten years before the opening of the Taiyi Secret Realm. He has three 700-year-old Jinyan Fruits in his hand. After taking the Jinyan Fruits, it should not be a problem to advance to the sixth floor of the foundation building before the Taiyi Secret Realm is opened. Now he Need to increase fighting experience.

Having said that, he has experienced too few life and death fights. The disciples who enter the Taiyi Secret Realm will be trained by the Taiyi Immortal Sect for a period of time. Even so, there are still many disciples who will stay in the Taiyi Secret Realm forever. No matter how high it is, it will be vulnerable to monks or monsters of the same level.

Wang Mingren has a clear plan for his future, he will definitely go to Taiyi Secret Realm, but he also needs to enrich his fighting experience.

Wang Mingren took out a cyan paper crane the size of a palm, and punched it into a spell. A dazzling aura lit up on the surface of the paper crane, and countless runes emerged.

"Senior Brother Zhao, is it convenient for you now? Little brother Wang Mingren, I have some personal matters and want to chat with Senior Brother Zhao."

After Wang Mingren finished speaking, a dharma was struck on the blue paper crane.

The cyan paper crane glowed with a dazzling blue light, and its size increased more than ten times. It spread its wings and flew outside.

The messenger Fu Bing will bring his words to Zao Wou-ki, he intends to follow Zhao Wou-ki to hunt monsters and increase his fighting skills experience.

Two hours later, the summoning talisman flew back, and Wang Mingren hit the summoning talisman with a spell, and Zhao Wuji's voice suddenly sounded: "Brother Wei is having tea with Junior Brother Xiao and the others. If Junior Brother Wang is free, come over." Bar!"

Wang Mingren showed joy, and walked out.

He sacrificed two red round wheels, jumped on them, and flew towards the sky.

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Wei State, Ping'an County.

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Ping'an looked nervous. Five five or six-year-old children stood in front of him. Wang Qingyuan held a measuring ruler and tested the five children to see if they had spiritual roots.

Regrettably, none of the five young children had spiritual roots. Wang Ping'an's face was full of disappointment.

"Ping An, they don't have spiritual roots, so you don't have to be too sad, just take a few wives and concubines."

"Wang Qingyuan put away the measuring ruler, patted Wang Pingan on the shoulder, and comforted him.

Wang Pingan sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I already have a wife and five concubines, more than 20 sons and grandchildren, why can't I give birth to a cultivator?"

"The chances of mortals appearing as immortal cultivators are relatively low. After the number of mortals reaches a certain limit, the chances of appearing immortal cultivators are getting lower and lower. It's not your fault."

Hearing this, Wang Ping'an felt better and asked, "How are father and mother? What about elder sister and the others!"

"Uncle Jiu and Aunt Nine are in seclusion, and they haven't left the seclusion yet. Qingqing and the others are doing well. By the way, Qingyang's wife is about to give birth."

Wang Pingan took off a jade pendant from his chest, and handed it to Wang Qingyuan: "Sixth brother, I don't have anything good, this jade pendant was given to me by my father, please help me bring it to my fourth brother! Just say it's my heart."

"Okay, no problem. You take good care of yourself. Whether you are born or not is not very important. Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine hope that you can live your life in peace."

Wang Qingyuan said a few words of comfort, put away the jade pendant and left.

Qinglian Villa, a quiet courtyard.

Wang Qingyang stood outside the yard with a nervous expression, while Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan stood aside.

"Brother, sister-in-law, Yan'er will be fine!"

Wang Qingyang asked nervously.

He is already at the eighth level of Qi refining, and his cultivation is all piled up with pills. After getting married, the focus of his life has shifted to his children.

After Song Yongyan married Wang Qingyang, she had already given birth to two sons and a daughter. The two sons had no spiritual roots and had already been sent to secular upbringing. The youngest daughter had five spiritual roots and was poorly qualified.

Wang Qingyang really wanted to have a child with three spiritual roots, and this little wish was not too much.

"Aunts and aunts are all inside. They don't know how many children they have delivered. It will be fine. Don't worry! It's not the first time you are a father."

Wang Qingzhi patted Wang Qingyang on the shoulder and comforted him.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman came out quickly, and said with a smile all over her face: "Qing Yang, congratulations, Yong Yan gave birth to a fat boy, mother and child are safe."

Wang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the big rock in his heart.

"I've discussed it with my wife. If it's a boy, I'll call it Wang Qiufeng."

Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan expressed their congratulations and presented a gift.

Wang Qingyang was also polite and accepted the gift.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I remember that Qiuhong has reached the marriageable age, have you found a good marriage for him?"

Wang Qingzhi grinned and said, "We plan to arrange a marriage for him after his father and mother leave the customs. This child has a stable personality, just like me."

Qi Shanshan smiled bitterly, and complained: "You still know that Qiuhong is your son, so you have the heart to send him away. Why don't you tell the Patriarch to transfer Qiuhong back and find him a job at home."

"You're here again. After the clansman becomes an adult, they will be assigned to do things. No one can be an exception. Don't mention this kind of thing in the future."

Wang Qingzhi didn't want to keep his son by his side. Wang Qiuhong didn't like farming, nor was he interested in other skills, and he couldn't learn them. It was not a good thing to keep him in Qinglian Villa.

"I heard that Qiuming has already cultivated to the fifth level of Qi refining. In ten or eight years, this kid will surpass my uncle. Qiushuang is also good. Brother and sister-in-law, I really envy you. You are not like me, just Qiu Lan Possessing a spiritual root, or a five-spiritual root, has worse aptitude than mine."

Having said that, Wang Qingyang's face was full of sadness.

The aptitude of the five spiritual roots is difficult to build a foundation.

Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan quickly spoke to comfort them. Relatively speaking, they are considered good. The three children are all three spiritual roots. Wang Qiuming has a firm heart towards the Tao, rarely shows up in front of people, and spends most of his time practicing. At the age of 20, he practiced Qi On the fifth floor, the cultivation speed is No. 1 in the autumn generation.

(End of this chapter)