Rise of Qinglian

When passing a corner, a group of monks came towards them. The leader was an old man in gold robes with a round face and big eyes. The old man in gold robes was a little hunched over. He had a yellow gourd tied around his waist. They all had a The pattern of red maple leaves is obviously the symbol of a certain force.

The Wang family monks all have a blue lotus embroidered on their clothes, which is the symbol of the family.

"Xianzi Duan, what a coincidence!"

A tall, thin young man in a yellow shirt shouted to Dong Xueli.

Wang Qingshan was slightly startled and looked at Dong Xueli.

Wang Qingfeng also looked at Dong Xueli. He had never heard Dong Xueli mention this person before.

"Fellow Taoist, you have recognized the wrong person. My surname is Dong. I am not Fairy Duan, but Mrs. Wang."

Dong Xueli explained in a calm tone.

"I'm Huang Maple Valley Luo Yiheng, what do you call me fellow Taoist?"

The old man in gold robe clasped his hands and said politely.

"King Qingshan of Qinglian Island."

Wang Qingshan hurriedly returned the gift. Wang Qingshan had heard about big families or sects. He had never heard of this force. It was probably a small force.

"Xianzi Duan, you really don't remember me? I am Luo Tianbao! Your brother and I are good friends. We went to the mountains to pick elixirs and were almost killed by the Golden Eyed Wind Wolf. Your brother even left your father behind. Show me your sword manual!"

The young man in yellow shirt explained.

"I don't know. My name is Dong Xueli. I'm not the Fairy Duan you know. You've got the wrong person."

Dong Xueli's attitude was a little cold, as if she didn't want to say more.

Luo Tianbao wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Luo Yiheng.

"Okay, Tianbao, this little friend Dong even says he doesn't recognize you. You've got the wrong person."

After hearing this, Luo Tianbao did not dare to say anything more, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, do you know where the stronghold of Zhenhai Palace is? We are rushing to the front line under the orders of Zhenhai Palace."

Wang Qingshan asked politely.

"Zhenhai Palace!"

Luo Yiheng was in awe, his tone became polite, and said: "Go straight along this street, turn left for a thousand steps, then turn right, and walk a few hundred steps and you'll be there."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Luo, for your guidance. We have a mission, so we'll take our leave now."

Wang Qingshan said hello and walked forward.

Dong Xueli and others quickly followed and disappeared into the crowd.

Luo Tianbao looked at Dong Xueli's leaving figure with confusion on his face.

"Tianbao, this is not a clan, don't mess around and cause trouble for the clan."

Luo Yiheng reprimanded in a stern tone.

"But she really looks like Fairy Duan. I haven't seen her for more than two thousand years. Maybe I got the wrong person!"

Luo Tianbao said with some uncertainty.

"Two thousand years? Humph, you dare to say such things. Please restrain yourself and don't cause trouble for me or bring harm to the family."

Luo Yiheng scolded him unceremoniously.

Luo Tianbao curled his lips and agreed.

There are many monks coming in and out of an eighteen-story blue attic. The plaque reads "Zhenhai Tower" in three large golden characters, sparkling with inspiration.

Wang Qingshan strode in. The hall was spacious and bright, and there were thousands of immortal cultivators gathered there, including hundreds of cultivators.

"You are Uncle Wang's clansmen, right?"

A female voice like a silver bell sounded.

A girl in a yellow dress with a round face came over. It was Huang Yun'er. She was currently in the late stage of becoming a god.

Huang Yun'er served in the Deacon Hall. During this war, she went with the army and was mainly responsible for allocating supplies and managing the recruitment of monks.

"Wang Qingshan, who is the fairy?"

Wang Qingshan asked politely. Wang Changsheng knew too many monks, and Wang Qingshan didn't know most of them.

"You don't want to be a fairy. Junior Huang Yun'er, senior Wang, please come with me. I will arrange accommodation for you and distribute supplies to you."

Huang Yun'er made an inviting gesture and brought Wang Qingshan, Dong Xueli and other ten transformed gods to a side room.

"Senior Wang, don't worry. Uncle Wang has given me a lot of care. We are all on the same journey. How many people have you brought with you this time? How are your cultivation levels? What skills do you have? Fill it out and I will assign it to you according to your cultivation level and skills. Task."

Huang Yun'er took out a shimmering silver dharma plate and a shimmering jade pen and handed them to Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan truthfully wrote down the status of the monks he brought with him to facilitate deployment.

"According to the order, the monks who participate in the war can get some rewards, the monks who refine the void can get a low-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, the monks who transform into gods can get two spiritual treasures, and the Yuanying monks can get a bottle of fourth-level healing elixir. If they kill foreigners, , you can obtain good deeds, which can be exchanged for immortal cultivation resources, including heavenly spiritual treasures, territory, weapon refining materials, elixirs, talismans, formations, etc. The higher the cultivation level of the aliens killed, the more good deeds, and it is best to get Its Nascent Soul or corpse is convenient for calculating good deeds."

Huang Yun'er took out a glittering jade plate and selected treasures for Wang Qingshan.

Without adequate benefits, who would be willing to go all the way to the front line to fight.

Wang Qingshan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Lan Fukong also participated in the battle, probably for the Tongtian Lingbao.

He looked carefully and found several Tongtian Lingbao that he liked, but he could only choose one.

"A flying magical treasure!"

Wang Qingshan said in surprise, there was a pair of boots with flashing green light on the golden jade plate, and there was a line of small words next to it.

Escape boots, flying very fast.

"This treasure was refined by Master Lin in his early years. Uncle Fang repeatedly told me to keep this treasure. If Senior Wang doesn't like it, let other Void Refining monks choose it."

Huang Yun'er explained that Zhenhai Palace had allocated a large number of resources for cultivating immortals, and only a few people knew the specific list. Naturally, good things should be reserved for their own people.

Zhenhai Palace has recruited a large number of high-level monks, who are naturally divided into relatives and strangers. Wang Changsheng gave Fang Ming some golden mulberry sacred trees last time, and Fang Ming naturally wanted to repay the favor when he had the opportunity.

Most of the void-refining monks in Zhenhai Palace still use flying spirit treasures, and a few who are capable of refining the void use flying-type heaven-reaching spiritual treasures instead.

Wang Qingshan nodded. With these sky-diving boots in hand, he could escape from strong enemies easily.

After selecting the treasures, he handed the golden jade plate to Wang Qingfeng and others, and they each selected two spiritual treasures.

After chatting for a while, Wang Qingshan left with Wang Qingfeng and others.

More than half an hour later, they appeared on a secluded street, which was sparsely populated and lined with residences, lofts, manors, etc.

Wang Qingshan and others stood at the door of a manor with blue bricks and glazed tiles. There were two stone lions as tall as one person at the door.

Wang Qingshan sent out a transmission talisman, and not long after, a gentle middle-aged man walked out quickly.

"Meet Senior Wang."

The middle-aged man bowed and saluted.

"Okay, it's none of your business. You can go back! We're staying."

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and asked the middle-aged man to retreat.

Entering the manor, you will see exotic flowers and plants, pavilions, strange rocks and arched bridge gardens.

This manor is very large and can accommodate a thousand people without feeling crowded, not to mention that Wang Qingshan and his party only have more than a hundred people.

"You all should not conflict with other monks and make as many friends as possible."

Wang Qingshan warned them to let them move freely. (To be continued)