Rise of Qinglian

Wei State, Hongye Ridge.

Wang Changsheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a large number of weapon-refining materials placed in front of him. He was refining the weapon.

Ye Lin has been staying in Hongye Ridge and never left, which made Wang Changsheng breathe a sigh of relief.

If Ye Lin ran away, he would really feel a little distressed. After all, he was a third-level high-level formation mage.

The demon clan is invading, and it is not known how long this battle will last. Before Taiyi Immortal Sect has not spoken, Wang Changsheng does not dare to practice in seclusion.

The entire Wei Kingdom is the territory of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. They must obey the orders of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. It is impossible for the Taiyi Immortal Sect to send all the disciples to the front line. They must draw manpower from affiliated forces. If Wang Changsheng goes into seclusion, it is very likely that the entire family All the foundation-building monks were dispatched to the front line.

If all the pill-forming monks who were called up used the excuse of seclusion to escape the call, wouldn't it be entirely up to the Taiyi Immortal Sect to resist the demon clan? Of course it's impossible.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, Wang Changsheng plans to improve his weapon refining skills as soon as possible. His success rate in refining prototypes of magic weapons has improved a lot.

In a secret room in Qinglian Villa, Wang Qiuyan was sitting cross-legged on a futon. In front of him was a three-legged alchemy furnace that was submerged in flames. A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Wang Qingqi stood aside without saying a word.

After a while, Wang Qiuyan pinched the magic weapon and the flames dissipated.

He opened the alchemy furnace and saw three light blue pills lying inside, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Fourth uncle, I succeeded, I finally succeeded."

Wang Qiuyan said with some excitement that he had learned alchemy from Wang Qingqi since he was a child. Before establishing the foundation, he was a first-level high-level alchemist. After establishing the foundation, under Wang Qingqi’s patient guidance, he failed several times and successfully refined a furnace of second-level elixirs. medicine.

Wang Qingqi was also very happy. Being able to train a second level 2 alchemist for his family was something to be proud of.

He walked to the alchemy furnace, picked up a green pill between his fingers, examined it carefully for a while, and threw it into his mouth.

"Yes, when I first refined Qingyue Pill, I didn't have such a high success rate, but you didn't control the heat very well. The quality of this furnace pill is not very good. It can be sold on the market, but the goods Compared with three stores, over time, customers will go to other elixir stores to buy it, so you need to pay attention to the heat."

Wang Qingqi commented objectively.

"Yes, fourth uncle."

Wang Qingqi patted Wang Qiuyan on the shoulder and said happily: "Qiu Xin, you have to work hard. Your starting point is much better than the fourth uncle. I think back then, when the fourth uncle refined the Qingyue Pill, he had to fumble all by himself and failed ten times. It took several times to succeed. I am now a second-level high-level alchemist. I will guide you in refining second-level low-level elixirs, and your success rate will be higher. The future of the family depends on you, and the fourth uncle is old."

Wang Qiuyan bowed to Wang Qingqi and said sincerely: "My nephew is here today only because of his careful guidance and hard work."

"Silly boy, why are you saying this! If you become a second-level alchemist, you can help me share the burden. Let's work together to help the family cultivate a third second-level alchemist. Take a rest and continue to refine Qingyue Dan. Strike when the iron is hot and increase the rate of elixir formation."

"Yes, fourth uncle."

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Qingyun was instructing Wang Qiuling to refine the second-level talisman seal.

Wang Qingyun is currently at the fourth level of foundation building and can refine eight kinds of second-level talismans and second-level low-grade flying talisman soldiers. She is keen on the art of talismans and is not too concerned about cultivation.

Wang Qiuling first learned the art of weapon refining, but after learning it for more than half a month, she lost interest in it and switched to the art of talisman and seal script. When she saw the flying talisman soldiers, she was immediately fascinated and followed Wang Qingyun to learn talisman making. technique.

After establishing the foundation, Wang Qiuling began to learn from Wang Qingyun to refine the second-level talisman and seal script.

Wang Qiuling held a cyan talisman pen and stared at a piece of talisman paper in front of her. There were already dozens of red runes on it.

Less than half a quarter of an hour later, the last red rune fell, and a burst of red light flashed across the rune. The aura flowed erratically, emitting a weak wave of fire aura.

Wang Qiuling breathed a sigh of relief and said with some excitement: "Fifth Aunt, I succeeded, I finally succeeded."

Wang Qingyun smiled slightly and praised: "Yes, you are much better than me, but you have to keep working hard. I saw that when you drew the thirty-seventh and fifty-sixth runes, you had some difficulties and almost refined them. fail."

"I understand, Fifth Aunt, I will try my best."

Wang Qiuling agreed with a smile and placed a blank piece of talisman paper in front of her. The talisman pen was stained with cinnabar and she dropped it.

In a secret room, Wang Qiuxin was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a huge red fireball in front of him, and Wang Changhuan was giving instructions.

Wang Qiuxin is currently on the third level of foundation building. He is a second-level low-level weapon refiner and a second-level low-level puppet maker. Wang Qingqing taught him how to refine puppet beasts, and Wang Changhuan taught him how to refine magic weapons.

Wang Changhuan is now one hundred and forty years old and has five levels of foundation building. He was promoted to the foundation building stage earlier than Wang Qingshan. However, he revised the "Tianyan Baodian" halfway and spent twenty years, otherwise he would have been promoted to the foundation building stage. It's the sixth floor.

Wang Qingqi, Wang Qingyun and Wang Changhuan all have little fighting experience and are skilled talents. In addition to practicing, they also take time to teach the younger generations of the family. A family relies on inheritance from generation to generation. If the inheritance is interrupted, it is only a matter of time before the family declines.

After a while, Wang Qiuxin used his magic skills, the flames dissipated, and a golden hammer appeared in front of them.

The aura of the hammer kept flowing, and there were faint spiritual patterns emerging.

"Finally successful, a middle-grade magical weapon, the Golden Hammer."

Wang Qiuxin looked happy and said with a smile.

He prefers those heavy instruments, such as hammers, bricks, seals and the like.

"That's right, but when you're refining the weapon, can you please stop eating? It's easy to get distracted."

Wang Changhuan said earnestly, pointing to the dozen miles of date seeds scattered on the ground.

When Wang Changxing passed away, he told Wang Changhuan to take good care of Wang Qiuxin. Wang Changxing and Wang Qingze's father and son had accumulated merit points for two generations. With a little effort, Wang Qiuxin accumulated enough merit points to exchange for the Foundation Building Pill and successfully built the foundation.

He, like Wang Changyue, both likes food, but Wang Changyue never gets fat no matter how much he eats, while Wang Qiuxin has been fat since he was a child. He often went to Wang Qingzhi's residence to eat when he was a child. He has already gone without food during the foundation building period, but he still never leaves his hand with delicious food.

Wang Qiuxin smiled and said, "Eighth uncle, eating something will help you concentrate."

Wang Changhuan sighed and said: "How many times have I told you, you are still the same, forget it, do whatever you want! As long as it does not delay the refining of weapons, my uncle is old, and the family will rely on you as the younger generation in the future. You are now You can refine a medium-grade magic weapon, but don’t be proud, work harder, and don’t delay your cultivation, do you understand?”

"My grandson will remember the teachings of my eighth uncle."

Wang Qiuxin nodded and said sincerely.

"Okay, that's it for today. I'm going back to rest. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Eighth uncle, let me see you off."