Rise of Qinglian

Li Qin grew up in the Taiyi Immortal Sect. This was the first time she had seen such a thing, and she was a little uncomfortable. However, before setting off, Zhang Zhanfeng asked her to obey Huang Fugui's orders, and Li Qin could not object. Furthermore, Huang Fugui There was no delay in the mission.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, are their hearts really so dark? Five hundred spiritual stones to buy elixirs, and seven hundred and fifty spiritual stones to sell to the seven immortal sects?"

Li Qin frowned and said, very dissatisfied with Liu Zhen and the other three.

"I don't know the purchase price. It might be lower, or it might be their inventory. It's not easy for them to collect materials from behind. You always have to give people a little sweetness. If Taiyi Immortal Sect doesn't give you a salary, can you accept it? The world is bustling with people, all for their own benefit."

Huang Fugui asked rhetorically.

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Li Qin was speechless. This problem was very realistic.

"Ancestor, our purchase price is cheaper than that of Wanhua Palace. When the time comes, this account..."

Huang Youxin asked cautiously, if they did the accounting according to the purchase price of Wanhua Palace, they could embezzle a large sum of money.

Huang Fugui glared at Huang Youxin and reprimanded him unceremoniously: "Of course you reported it truthfully. Do you think I will make false accounts? The demon tribe is attacking and the enemy is facing us. It's no problem for us to get some benefits, and Master Yuanying won't take care of it. "Moreover, if you make false accounts, withhold supplies, and pass off inferior goods as good ones, let alone Master Yuanying, I will have trouble with my own conscience."

Having said this, Huang Fugui showed a righteous and awe-inspiring expression on his face.

The corners of Huang Youxin's mouth twitched. People used to say that his ancestor Huang Fugui was shameless, but he still didn't believe it. He saw it today.

Li Qin showed an expression of admiration on her face and said: "What Huang Daoyou said is that my little sister misunderstood Huang Daoyou before. Where should we go next?"

"Tianfeng Mountain, there are many elixir stores there. Let's go there to buy low-level elixirs. By the way, the immortal cultivators on the front line are fighting bloody battles and will definitely need a lot of healing elixirs. Let's collect some spiritual stones and buy an extra batch of elixirs. Take the medicine! One more pill can save one more immortal cultivator."

Huang Youxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had heard about the deeds of his ancestors. When he got to the front line, he would definitely spread the news around, and the higher-ups would definitely make compensation.

"No problem, that's what it should be."

Li Qin agreed, chatted for a few words, and went back to her room to rest.

"Ancestor, if the higher-ups don't compensate you, wouldn't you lose money?"

Huang Youxin asked cautiously.

Huang Fugui grinned and said proudly: "When have I ever done a loss-making business? If they don't pay, I will go to their house to hunt low-level monsters. How can I earn back this spiritual stone? Don't do it." Look down on the job of the conscript envoy, it is a fat job, one stronghold earns 50,000 spirit stones, hehe, the longer this war goes on, the more I earn."

"Next time we pass through Qingdie Valley, will Fellow Daoist Liu give tens of thousands of spirit stones?"

Huang Youxin was slightly startled, his face full of confusion.

"The mouth grows on you. Whether you can get the spirit stone depends on you. Follow me and learn more. Face is the most worthless thing. In order to survive back then, I fought for food with Liu Yuanwai's dog, otherwise I would have starved to death in that famine a long time ago, how could I be here today?"

Huang Fugui sighed with a look of reminiscence on his face.

This was the first time Huang Youxin heard about this. If it weren't for Huang Fugui, Huang Youxin would probably have starved to death, but he didn't compete with the dog for food, so he didn't have that chance.

In a vast plain, a huge yellow city stands on the plain. The city wall is more than a hundred feet high and a hundred miles long. The surface is covered with mysterious runes. The inside of the city is a dense building with a large number of people coming in and out.

In a three-story green attic, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes slightly closed, and nine green flying swords floating around him. As he breathed, the nine green flying swords made a clear sword sound. Surrounding Wang Qingshan, a cold light flashed.

The nine cyan flying swords suddenly started to rotate rapidly, and a large number of cyan sword shadows were vaguely visible.

Wang Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light shot out from his eyes. The nine green flying swords suddenly radiated brightly, and a large piece of green sword energy flew out, gathered together, and turned into a blue giant sword that held up the sky, slashing fiercely. On top of the stone chamber.

Boom!

The stone chamber shook violently, and countless runes lit up on the surface of the ban, with bursts of rays of light.

Wang Qingshan let out a breath, and with one move, nine green flying swords disappeared into his sleeves.

Wang Qingshan walked up, stood up, and walked out.

During this period, they gathered the defeated troops here, built a city, and resisted the demon clan's attack, which was quite effective.

After the city was established, many broken soldiers arrived one after another to help build the city.

A low horn sound sounded. Wang Qingshan took out a messenger snail and inserted a magic spell. The voice of Xiaoyao Sword Master suddenly sounded: "Qingshan, are you okay? You were fighting with the monster clan, are you not injured?"

"No, thank you for your concern, master."

"Come to the meeting hall. I have something to tell you, master."

Wang Qingshan nodded and said: "Yes, master, disciple will come over right now."

In the meeting hall, Xiaoyao Sword Lord was sitting on the main seat. On his left and right sides, four men and one woman were sitting. Next to one of them was a young man in black shirt. There was a gloomy coffin. The young man in black shirt exuded a strong aura. Yin Qi, he is Fang Mu.

Carrying a coffin everywhere he goes, Fang Mu is the only one in the Eastern Wasteland cultivation world.

Fang Mu had already entered the Nascent Soul stage and looked indifferent.

Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a purple Taoist robe. He was Ziyang Taoist from Qianji Sect. He had also formed an elixir.

Both of them are key training targets of their respective sects, and have successively advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

After raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a while, the monsters invaded, so they naturally had to contribute to the sect.

A dozen pill-forming monks stood aside with respectful expressions, including Liu Mei'er and Wu Yun'er.

Not long after, Wang Qingshan walked in.

"Disciple pays homage to master and seniors."

Wang Qingshan bowed to the Nascent Soul cultivator present, his face full of respect.

A beautiful middle-aged woman in silver palace clothes looked at Wang Qingshan carefully and said coldly: "You are Daoyou Ye's registered disciple. Mei'er said you are very powerful. I hope you won't miss the big event."

Liu Meier smiled sweetly and said: "Senior Brother Wang is very powerful, Master. He will definitely not delay important things. I will help him."

She looked at Wang Qingshan affectionately, shyly and timidly, looking innocent and pleasant.

Wu Yun'er pursed her lips and said to herself: "You're pretending again, the ever-changing fairy is well-deserved."

Xiaoyao Sword Master frowned slightly, glanced at the middle-aged beautiful woman, hesitated to speak, and said: "Mrs. Lin, don't worry, my disciples will not delay important events. With Song Daoyou and the others leading the team, they will definitely succeed immediately. .”

"Qingshan, you follow Fellow Daoist Song to attack a stronghold of the Monster Clan where supplies are stored. Remember, follow Fellow Daoist Song's orders in everything. Let me introduce to you, this is Fellow Daoist Song from Chongyang Academy, Fellow Daoist Fang from Yin Corpse Sect, and Fellow Daoist Lu from Qianjimen."

Wang Qingshan did not dare to neglect and saluted one by one.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a fair face nodded and said, "Okay, now that everyone is here, let's set off! Those who disobey orders will be severely punished."

"Yes, Senior Song."

The three Nascent Soul monks, the middle-aged Confucian scholar, Fang Mu and Ziyang Taoist, left the giant city with more than 20 Alchemy monks and went straight to the rear of the demon clan.