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In a secluded courtyard, Wang Qingshan was talking to Ye Haitang.

"Cousin Qingshan, I've made up my mind, I can help, you bring me along! I want to get involved."

Ye Haitang's expression was firm, she only returned to Qinglian Island after refining the spirit treasure Hundred Ghost Boat.

During the trip to Zhenxian Pagoda, the Wang family got several fourth-order Yin beast demon pills, and Wang Qingqi helped her refine them into Huangquan Pills.

Ye Haitang plans to go to northern Xinjiang with Wang Qingshan, first to find out who killed Ye Yutong and weaken the power of the demon; second, to travel around to resolve the bottleneck.

"Since you've made up your mind, go to Northern Xinjiang with me! But the ugly words are ahead, you must obey the command and don't mess around. We can't provoke Jiuyouzong for the time being."

Wang Qingshan's expression was solemn. Almost a hundred years ago, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan went to the Northern Xinjiang Xiu Xianjie, but they didn't find any clues. Instead, they were severely injured by the vice sect master of Jiuyou Sect, and took decades to recover.

"It's natural, I won't mess around."

Ye Haitang agreed, even if Wang Qingshan didn't say anything, she wouldn't mess around.

Wang Qingshan suddenly sensed something, took out a communication disk from his sleeve, and typed a magic formula. Wang Changsheng's happy voice suddenly sounded: "Qingshan, a complete set of flying swords has been refined, and I will send it to you."

"Thank you, Uncle Jiu, I'll open the door for you."

Wang Qingshan smiled happily and strode towards the courtyard gate.

Seeing this scene, Ye Haitang was full of envy. Wang Changsheng couldn't make magic weapons for all the younger generation. It was a waste of time to make a magic weapon. It would take a year and a half to make a magic weapon if it was fast, and ten or eight years if it was slow. very normal thing.

Most of the natal magic weapons of the senior monks of the Wang family came from Zhenhaizong, and the small half were made by Wang Qingqing.

Ye Haitang doesn't have any magic weapon yet? Strictly speaking?

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to walk in? He took out a two-foot-long cyan sword case with a few cyan lotus flowers carved on it.

Wang Qingshan took the blue sword box with both hands? Opened the sword box? There were nine green flying swords inside.

The nine cyan flying swords seemed to sense something, and they flew up one after another, making bursts of clear and loud sword sounds, flying around Wang Qingshan uncertainly.

"Thank you? Uncle Ninth? I like this set of flying swords very much."

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed and even said thank you.

"The family doesn't speak two languages. With this set of flying swords by your side, your strength will improve a lot, but you have to remember? A mountain is still a mountain high, don't think that you are invincible if you are a sword cultivator? How many young heroes died on their pride?"

Wang Changsheng's expression was solemn? His face was full of concern.

Wang Qingshan's personal strength is relatively strong, this does not mean that he is invincible at the same level? Before the trip to the northern border, Wang Changsheng was also a little swollen? He thought that he and Wang Ruyan had joined forces, and there were few rivals. In reality, they slapped them hard. Apes, they are dead.

Since Wang Qingshan stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, he has lost less and won more. He did not meet many talented and handsome people. If he really met a master of the sect, Wang Qingshan might not be able to ask for it.

"Nephew wrote it down, thank you Ninth Uncle."

Wang Qingshan nodded and agreed. Wang Changsheng didn't know that he had two spiritual treasures. Wang Qingshan was not arrogant. During his trip to the Central Plains, he defeated many young heroes, and also lost to several young heroes. , he couldn't beat Zhou Yunxiao.

With a relieved expression on his face, Wang Changsheng looked at Ye Haitang and said with a smile, "Haitang, when you enter the Nascent Soul stage, my uncle will also refine a set of magic weapons for you."

Ye Haitang was the only immortal cultivator in the Wang family who practiced the Heavenly Grade Cultivation Technique, and was also the clan with the highest level of formation. Wang Changsheng was very optimistic about Ye Haitang.

"Thank you uncle, I plan to go to northern Xinjiang with cousin Qingshan to investigate the murderer of my brother."

Wang Changsheng sighed lightly and warned: "Northern Xinjiang is no better than South China Sea, our power in Northern Xinjiang is not strong, you should be more careful, Aunt Ximen has many acquaintances in Northern Xinjiang, you should ask her for more advice, don't rush in, all After waiting for so many years, it is not too long to wait, in short, your safety is the most important."

"Got it, Ninth Uncle (Uncle)."

Wang Qingshan and Ye Haitang agreed.

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng left and returned to Qinglian Peak.

Just after refining a set of flying swords, he needs to rest for a while, and he is embarrassed to let Fairy Ziyue continue refining the magic weapon.

In a valley full of exotic flowers and plants, there is a mansion that covers an extremely wide area.

Courtyard pavilions, rockery gardens, and more than a dozen unique courtyards.

Wang Yingjie stood in front of a vast spiritual field. There was a large area of ​​light cyan grass growing in the spiritual field. The grass had nine leaves. The leaves were round and had some golden patterns on the surface.

There is a strong medicinal fragrance in the air. These cyan grasses are the nine-leaf golden grass. The three-hundred-year-old nine-leaf golden grass is one of the auxiliary medicines for the healing medicine. The dosage is relatively large, but this kind of spirit grass It is not easy to plant, and the requirements for the environment are relatively high.

Wang Yingjie squatted down and stared at a nine-leaf golden grass. The color of the leaves was dim and looked a little wilted.

"How is it? Yingjie, is there any help?"

Wang Changjie came over with concern on his face.

These nine-leaf golden grasses have been around for more than two hundred years, and they can be used to refine medicinal herbs in another 10 years. Who would have thought that their growth would suddenly be frustrated, and the spiritual plant husbands in the clan were helpless. He heard that Wang Yingjie was proficient in planting. , specially invited Wang Yingjie to come and have a look.

Wang Yingjie stood up and said, "It's a little troublesome, you need to prepare some kind of spiritual fluid to pour it."

He stayed at the Zhenhaizong site for nearly a hundred years. In his spare time, he would go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to check the planting books. He read all the planting books of Zhenhaizong. A certain book introduced this situation.

Wang Changjie frowned and said, "Spiritual liquid! Can it be prepared? What materials do you need?"

"The material is not particularly precious. It should be in the family treasure house. This is the list. However, the spiritual liquid needs to be refined by an alchemist, and my nephew does not understand alchemy."

As Wang Yingjie spoke, he took out a blue jade slip and handed it to Wang Changjie.

Wang Changjie swept away his consciousness, took out a message board, entered a magic formula, and made a gesture.

"There will be some clansmen who will send the elixir later, you can guide me! As long as the nine-leaf golden grass can be cured, I will definitely not treat you badly."

"Yes, my ancestor."

Wang Yingjie repeatedly agreed, his and Wang Changjie's names were only one word apart, and they were ten generations apart.

After a cup of tea, the clansmen brought the elixir.

Under Wang Yingjie's command, Wang Changjie successfully refined the spiritual liquid, diluted it at a ratio of one to five, and put it into a blue jade bottle.

When he came to Lingtian, Wang Changjie threw the blue jade bottle into the sky above Lingtian and entered a magic trick.

The blue light flashed, and a large piece of light blue liquid flew out and evenly sprinkled on the spiritual field.

"Watering with diluted spiritual liquid every day should be able to cure the nine-leaf golden grass."

Wang Yingjie said a little uncertainly, he didn't want to fill his words and leave room for himself.

"You have worked hard for you these past few days. Come and see more. If the growth of the nine-leaf golden grass improves, I will definitely reward you."

Wang Changjie said kindly.

"It is the grandson's duty to do things for the ancestors, and the grandson dare not ask for a reward. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Wang Yingjie said honestly, with a sincere tone.

"Cure the nine-leaf golden grass first. In short, I will not treat you badly and take good care of the nine-leaf golden grass."

"Yes, my ancestor."

Wang Yingjie smiled happily, patted his chest and agreed. Wang Changjie was second only to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan in seniority. If he could win Wang Changjie's favor, it would be of great benefit to his future development.

"You have worked hard these past few days. This bottle of medicinal pill will reward you. You are a descendant of Qingling, and your cultivation is also very hard. You must continue to practice hard, and you must not slack off."

Wang Changjie took out a blue porcelain bottle and handed it to Wang Yingjie.

Wang Yingjie's diligence is well-known in the clan, and Wang Changjie has also heard of it.

"Thank you ancestor for the reward."

Wang Yingjie repeatedly claimed thanks, and took the cyan vase with both hands.

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