Family Cultivation: I can upgrade my magic weapon

After learning about the exchange requirements, the Lingbao Mountain deacon who received him did not say much and responded very straightforwardly.

"There are still eleven fourth-level Kongming stones. Senior has confirmed that ten pieces will be exchanged, and a total of 125,000 merits are required."

Kongming stones of the same grade have different sizes and prices.

There are goods and the price is moderate. Chen Qingyun did not hesitate and exchanged 10 fourth-level Kongming stones at one time.

Some other second-level and third-level materials.

For example, red copper steel, velvet water stone, and combined spiritual soil, Chen Qingyun also exchanged some here, spending 69,950 merits again.

After such an exchange, there were only 105,050 merits left in the Huoyang Order, which was temporarily kept.

After leaving the Resource Hall, Liu Zhilan accompanied Chen Qingyun for a walk in Lingbao Mountain. The surrounding mountains and rivers were beautiful, pavilions and towers were lined up, and even the air was filled with a fragrant scent.

The action of the two walking hand in hand was seen by many Lingbao Mountain disciples.

Soon, the news reached the ears of one of Wan Lang's followers.

At this time, Wan Lang was drinking tea with Taoist Qian.

During the conversation, he kept showing off that he had recently explored with several friends and obtained a top-grade magic weapon in a cultivator's cave.

Such top-grade magic weapons are rare in Lingbao Mountain and are worth showing off.

But in front of Taoist Qian, it seems very common.

At that time, 80% to 90% of the cultivators who participated in the journey to the secluded immortal palace had a top-grade magic weapon in their hands, and they were no longer surprised.

In response, Taoist Qian just glanced at the gourd in Wan Lang's hand casually and responded politely: "Not bad."

"Top-grade magic weapon, this is a good thing."

Wan Lang was in high spirits and wanted to show off in front of Guan Gong.

At this time, a follower came up and said something in Wan Lang's ear.

Wan Lang, who was originally smiling, immediately frowned and said unhappily: "What you said is true. Who is so capable that he dares to snatch Elder Liu from me."

"Really, really, I saw it with my own eyes."

The follower was just an outer disciple, with the sixth level of Qi Refining. Although he knew that Wan Lang was pursuing Liu Zhilan unilaterally, it was like a toad eating a swan.

But he didn't dare to say much, just wanted to see Wan Lang make a fool of himself.

This kind of fool is rare in the sect.

After asking for the specific location, Wan Lang waved his hand.

"You go down, I'll go over and take a look in a while."

"Okay, big brother."

After the follower left, seeing Wan Lang's impatient expression, Taoist Qian asked seriously: "Have you been pursuing Elder Liu Zhilan recently?"

What the follower said, how could it be hidden from Taoist Qian's ears, that was heard clearly.

Wan Lang hadn't realized his brother's expression yet, and said somewhat complacently: "Hahaha, yes, cousin, do you think I have good taste?"

When Taoist Qian heard this, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously.

Recalling Chen Qingyun's fame in the secluded immortal palace.

Even Nangong Wuwang had to retreat and didn't dare to compete with him. He immediately realized that he was afraid of being harmed by Wan Lang this time.

Holding the last bit of luck, Taoist Qian couldn't help but asked in a deep voice: "When you went to pursue Elder Liu, you didn't show me, right?"

Wan Lang was still complacent, mistakenly thinking that Taoist Qian wanted to help him and reminded him to bring out his brother's backing, so he nodded heavily immediately.

"Don't worry, I said it."

"I said it directly at the time, I am your cousin. It is said that you should look at the face of the Buddha instead of the monk, so Liu Zhilan must look at me a little higher."

Bang!

As soon as Wan Lang finished speaking, a palm suddenly slapped the stone table hard, breaking it into pieces.

"Asshole!"

Daoist Qian was completely unable to remain calm now. He looked at Wan Lang like a fool, stared at him and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death yourself, don't drag me into it!"

"Huh?"

Seeing his brother's angry look, he slapped the table and broke it. Wan Lang was shocked and still didn't understand why.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why are you so angry for no reason?"

"I'm going to be killed by you, you bastard!"

Even Daoist Qian, who was always calm and experienced, couldn't keep his mind steady at this time, and continued to scold him with a feeling of disappointment.

"Why do you chase Liu Zhilan when you can chase anyone else? Why do you always like to jump into this kind of fire pit!"

"Fire pit? Why do you think so?"

Wan Lang was frightened and didn't dare to talk back. He just lowered his voice and explained.

"That Liu Zhilan is excellent in every way. There are so many people in the sect pursuing her. I am just following the mainstream and going..."

"Go after you, you are really asking for trouble!"

Daoist Qian interrupted Wan Lang and asked in an almost roaring tone: "Do you know who Liu Zhilan belongs to?"

"Who?"

"You acted rashly without finding out the truth, and even dragged me, your brother, into the water. You are really my good brother!"

Daoist Qian gritted his teeth and said, not wanting to say anything more.

After calming down, he began to urge: "You might as well go to the sect to find out who Chen Qingyun is. After you find out, you will naturally know how stupid you are."

"Chen Qingyun?"

Wan Lang murmured. He had been busy in seclusion for the past few years and had never heard of him.

He couldn't help but ask back: "Is this person very powerful? No matter how powerful he is, he is not as powerful as you, my brother. What should I be afraid of him doing?"

The Taoist was so speechless that he glared at Wan Lang fiercely, then stood up, raised his foot, and kicked Wan Lang unceremoniously.

"Stop talking nonsense and go check it out!"

Wan Lang was so angry that he didn't dare to say anything. He could only touch the place where he was kicked and let out an ouch before retreating in embarrassment.

He did have some fair-weather friends in the sect. He randomly asked a few people that day and soon found out something.

At first, he looked like he was not afraid of the sky or the earth, and he was proud of being a Taoist with his brother on his back. Finally, he was severely shaken.

"Liu Zhilan's Taoist companion, the elder Keqing whom the master has personally won over, the third-level weapon refining master of Huoyang Palace..."

"The Golden elixir monk from the Chen family on Lingjian Island, the Jin from Star Sect...the Golden Order Star Patrolling Envoy...oh my god!"

No matter which identity he held, Wan Lang felt ashamed.

Just this golden elixir stage cultivation level alone instantly made his legs weak with fear, and he said that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

To poach someone from such a strong man and pursue Liu Zhilan, it’s no wonder that his brother scolded him for seeking death.

"Oh my god, it's not good for me to chase anyone. I have to chase her. Now that I've dug such a trap, even my cousin can't save me!"

"This, this, this... what should we do now?"

Wan Lang felt regretful, so he asked his gang to send a message to the outside world that day, saying that he would not pursue Liu Zhilan.

It was all a daydream before. I hope Liu Zhilan won’t take it seriously. Never take it seriously.