Rise of Qinglian

Spring went to autumn, and two years passed quickly.

Lingbing Pavilion, Artifact Refining Room.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a green futon, and in front of him, a golden short sword was suspended, shining with aura.

As soon as he received the spell, he waved towards the golden dagger, and the golden dagger flew into his hand.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword, swung it lightly, and the sword quickly passed through the void, and there was a slight cracking sound.

Jinyang Sword, a low-grade magic weapon.

Over the past year, Wang Changsheng has refined a number of low-grade magical artifacts, and handed over one magical artifact in three months. In addition, he also refined two second-level low-grade puppet beasts.

Of course, he failed quite a few times. At the beginning, he used spirit stones instead, but as the number of times of refining increased, his level of refining gradually improved, and his profits became bigger and bigger.

With the help of the Wuyin cold water practice, he still stayed on the third floor of the foundation building for two years, but his realm showed signs of loosening, and he was not far from the fourth floor of the foundation building.

During this year, he contacted the family once, and learned that Wang Mingjiang had already established the foundation, and Wang Mingzhong failed to attack the foundation.

The Four Sects of the Great Song Dynasty opened mountains to recruit disciples and recruited many disciples. The Wang family sent people to participate in the Immortal Ascension Conference, but it was just a formality, and no one from the clan joined the Four Sects of the Great Song Dynasty.

Wang Changsheng put away the Golden Sun Sword and left the refining room.

Wang Shuchong and Wang Qingze were drinking and chatting together. Wang Qingze couldn't understand Wang Changsheng's experience in refining weapons when he read them. The clan members surnamed Wang fought fiercely and got along very well.

Wang Changsheng thought about it, and in the future, Wang Qingze would be responsible for external liaison.

"Uncle Jiu, are you going back?"

Seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingze got up and stood up.

"No, you guys are drinking, I have something to ask Fairy Wang."

When he came to the third floor, Wang Changsheng found that Wang Ruyan was drinking tea and chatting with Song Yihang.

Seeing Song Yihang, Wang Changsheng frowned slightly. In the past two years, Song Yihang frequently went to Lingbing Pavilion to chat with Wang Ruyan, and any fool could see that Song Yihang was interested in Wang Ruyan.

Fortunately, Wang Ruyan's attitude towards Song Yihang was mediocre, and he didn't show any affection.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan's beautiful eyes flashed a look of joy, and he said to Song Yihang: "Song Daoyou, my little sister has something to do, let's talk next time."

Song Yihang was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and agreed with a smile.

When he saw Wang Changsheng, he frowned, smiled and nodded at Wang Changsheng, and walked downstairs.

"Fairy Wang, this is the low-grade magic weapon, the Golden Sun Sword, that I just refined."

Wang Changsheng took out the Golden Sun Sword and handed it to Wang Ruyan.

Wang Ruyan took a closer look, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, waved it lightly a few times, and then there was a crisp scream, and he praised with joy: "A good sword, if only it can be refined into a middle-grade magic weapon, it will be great." gone."

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, "I'm just about to tell you! I'm going to refine a middle-grade magic weapon, and you need to give me the second-level middle-grade materials and the blueprint for refining the weapon."

"No problem, I'll send someone to buy it later."

"Fairy Wang, today is my birthday, I would like to treat everyone to a light meal, is it convenient for you?"

Wang Ruyan pondered for a moment, then agreed with a smile.

Wang Changsheng smiled happily, and said: "Okay, please inform the others, and we will meet at Baixianglou when we are stationed."

"Okay, see you in Baixianglou."

Wang Changsheng went downstairs and left with Wang Qingze.

"Uncle Jiu, what's the happy event? Seeing you smiling so happily, tell me, I'm also happy for you."

Seeing Wang Changsheng smiling all over his face, Wang Qingze asked curiously.

"It's nothing, today is my birthday, I invited the people in the shop to Baixianglou for dinner, and Sixth Uncle and the others also went."

In a certain secret room, Li Tianzheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon. His eyes were slightly closed, his upper body was bare, and his body was covered with a layer of blood-colored aura. There were some blood-colored auras on his arms and face, which could be vaguely seen. There is a lifelike scarlet wolf head on the chest.

After a while, the blood-colored wolf head on his chest seemed to come alive. It opened its bloody mouth, and its eyes rolled continuously. The blood-colored spirit pattern on Li Tianzheng's body brightened.

"Roar!"

The Scarlet Wolf let out a strange roar, and a giant wolf emerged from Li Tianzheng's chest.

This monster is about ten feet long and half a foot high, covered in blood-red fur, with golden eyes, and a row of sharp fangs exposed from its wide open mouth, looking fierce and majestic.

As soon as the blood-colored giant wolf left his body, Li Tianzheng's aura weakened and his complexion turned pale.

Li Tianzheng took out a red porcelain bottle. A spell was hit on it, and a large piece of bloody liquid flew out from it.

The blood-colored giant wolf spewed out a blood-colored glow, covering the blood-colored liquid, and rolled it back into its mouth.

The blood-colored spirit patterns on Li Tianzheng's body radiated so much, and the hair of the blood-colored giant wolf became brighter.

"Aww!"

The blood-colored giant wolf started to run in the secret room. Li Tianzheng had a lot of blood-colored spirit patterns on his body, and his face was a bit hideous, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the blood-colored giant wolf turned into a dazzling blood light, flew back to Li Tianzheng's chest, and turned into a lifelike blood-colored wolf head.

As soon as the blood-colored giant wolf flew back into his body, Li Tianzheng's aura increased a lot, reaching the fourth floor of Foundation Establishment.

As soon as he retracted the spell, the blood-colored spirit pattern and blood-colored wolf head on his body disappeared one after another.

He picked up the red porcelain bottle and shook it, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "The essence and blood are exhausted, so we need to find a few more blood eaters."

Outsiders never imagined that Li Tianzheng was actually an evil cultivator.

He was originally a disciple of Baiyun Temple during the Qi refining period. By chance, he killed an evil cultivator and obtained a book of blood Dao exercises called "Blood Wolf Art" from him.

"Blood Wolf Kung Fu" is a mysterious second-level kung fu method, which can be cultivated from the first level of Qi refining to the ninth level of foundation building. It is cultivated by devouring the essence and blood of the immortal cultivator. It is very vicious, but relatively, the cultivation speed is relatively fast.

Li Tianzheng grew up in Baiyun Temple, and he could tell right from wrong, so naturally he would not practice this kind of exercise, but he was greedy for a secret technique attached to this exercise, and did not hand over the exercise to the sect.

His aptitude was mediocre, so he had to work hard to do tasks and accumulate contribution points. When he was thirty years old, he finally accumulated enough contribution points and exchanged them for a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Regrettably, he failed to establish the foundation. The former brothers of the same sect established the foundation one after another. When he saw that he had to call Shishushibushi, it made him feel very uncomfortable.

The trouble is that a colleague he offended before established a foundation, and the other party took advantage of his position to give him small shoes to wear many times, which made him very embarrassed.

After many ideological struggles, he finally chose to practice "Blood Wolf Art".

He ran to a remote place, killed more than fifty casual practitioners in the Qi refining period, and used their blood essence to practice the Blood Wolf Kungfu. In less than five years, he successfully established the foundation, and he felt proud.

Of course, he lied that he had obtained the evil spirit of the earth, and used the evil spirit of the earth to successfully build the foundation.