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Wu State, Tianquan Mountain. A quiet courtyard, a certain guest room.

Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his eyes slightly closed.

In front of him, there are hundreds of cyan flying swords suspended. If you look closely, you can find that these flying swords are not real.

After a while, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

Hundreds of cyan flying swords suspended in front of him turned into little cyan lights and disappeared.

"Finally, I have entered the fourth floor of the Foundation Establishment."

Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with joy.

They left the clan for ten years, and the clan members suffered a lot of casualties, including him and Wang Changhao, as well as ten people. Twelve clan members died in the mouth of the monster.

Tianquan Mountain has abundant resources for cultivating immortals. It is dangerous to hunt down monsters, and the harvest is not small. He bought the resources for cultivating immortals and successfully advanced to the fourth floor of Foundation Establishment. After ten years, he was promoted to the first floor. This cultivation speed is not fast, and Wang Qingshan is very satisfied. .

He pushed open the door and walked out.

Wang Changhao and Wang Qingjun chatted in the stone pavilion, Wang Changhao also entered the fourth floor of the foundation building, and Wang Qingjun also practiced to the ninth floor of Qi refining.

"Qingshan, you're out of the customs, building the fourth floor, congratulations!"

When Wang Changhao saw Wang Qingshan, he subconsciously used his divine sense to sweep it away, with a happy expression on his face, and congratulated him.

"Congratulations, seventh brother, for advancing to the fourth floor of the Foundation Establishment."

Wang Qingjun smiled and congratulated.

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "What are you talking about! I seem to have heard what you said about the auction just now."

"Qingshan, you have been in seclusion for two years. It's normal if you don't know. Tianquan Mountain is going to hold a large auction. It is said that there is a magic weapon auction. I plan to participate in this auction. If I can buy a foundation pill, then It could not be better."

The Hui people will be rewarded when they buy the foundation pills. The family will also pay them back the cost of buying the foundation pills. This is to encourage them to buy the foundation pills.

"That feeling is good! But can we get so many spiritual stones?"

Wang Qingshan was a little worried. The large-scale market has rich resources for cultivating immortals, and there are many wealthy immortal cultivators. It is not known how many forces will send people to participate in the large-scale auction. If you want to bid for the foundation pill, you will not have enough spiritual stones.

"With all the spirit stones in our hands, there are less than 30,000 spirit stones. I thought about it. The auction will be held half a year later. If we continue to hunt monsters and beasts, we should be able to accumulate enough spirit stones to auction the foundation pill. , really can't, sell a second-order array."

Wang Qingshan nodded and said, "This proposal is good, I agree, so let's do it! But it's not too short of time for us to come out. After the auction is over, we should go back and bring back the ashes of other clansmen."

"Of course."

Wang's grocery store, backyard.

Inside the house, Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes were slightly closed, and the surface of his body was covered with a layer of black light.

He has a naked upper body, and has a ferocious blood-colored ghost pattern on his chest.

The blood-colored Specter was like a living creature, and his eyes were rolling.

The ghost roar of "woo woo" sounded, and the blood-colored ghost seemed to have come to life, shaking his hands and feet, vaguely about to fly out of his body.

The blood-colored Specter's head drilled out of its body, extremely ferocious.

The **** Specter turned his head, opened his **** mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth, trying to eat Wang Lin.

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his face became contorted, and his whole body trembled.

His face flushed red, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood essence, which fell into the mouth of the blood-colored Specter.

The blood-colored Specter swallowed Wang Lin's blood essence and licked his tongue, not satisfied.

Wang Lin clenched his fingers incessantly, mysterious black spiritual patterns appeared on his body, and the blood-colored ghost showed pain in his face.

A black spiritual pattern appeared on his body, forming a formation indistinctly, the blood-colored Specter let out a scream, returned to his body, and was sealed in his chest.

Wang Lin was sweating profusely, and his face was bloodless.

He hurriedly took out two blood-colored pills, swallowed them, and his face became better.

"It's just a matter of finding a way to deal with the blood ghost sealed in the body. Its appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting more and more violent. If I continue, I will be swallowed up by it sooner or later and become a mummified corpse."

Wang Lin said to himself, his eyes were full of fear.

South China Sea, Lingbie Island.

In the Taiyi Palace, in a secret room, Wang Mingren sat cross-legged on the futon, and his body was covered by a large golden and red aura.

Not too much, the spiritual light dissipated, Wang Mingren opened his eyes, and his eyes showed a bit of joy.

"Build the fourth floor of the foundation."

Wang Mingren said to himself, his face full of joy.

He has been in the South China Sea for ten years. When he came here, he was on the second floor of the foundation building, and now he is on the fourth floor of the foundation building. The speed of this cultivation is already very fast.

The ten-year period has come, and he can return to the sect.

He opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

He just walked out of the Taiyi Palace, when Chen Yang came towards him.

"Senior Brother Chen, long time no see."

When Wang Mingren saw Chen Yang, he smiled and said hello.

"Junior Brother Wang, it's been a long time since you've been promoted to the fourth floor of the Foundation Establishment. The speed of your cultivation is really shameful for your brother. I heard that you're leaving. Brother Chen and I are the hosts. Tonight, Lingyun Tower, you Must come."

Chen Yang said enthusiastically.

Wang Mingren smiled and agreed: "Then you are welcome, I will be there on time."

That night, Chen Yang and several other disciples held a banquet in Lingyun Tower to see Wang Mingren off.

"My little brother has been on Lingbi Island for many years. I would like to thank you brothers and sisters for taking care of me. This glass of wine is my tribute to everyone."

Wang Mingren toasted everyone with a sincere expression.

Chen Yang smiled boldly, and said, "Junior Brother Wang is very polite~www.novelmt.com~ We are from the same family, we just need to take care of each other. If you need your help in the future, don't refuse."

"It must be, as long as it is within the capability of the younger brother, the younger brother will never refuse."

The crowd exchanged cups, talking and laughing.

Three days later, Wang Mingren and other fifty disciples gathered on the fourth floor. Leng Rumei, a middle-aged scholar, and Mo Yishan sat in front of them.

"The period of rotation has come. According to the regulations of this sect, you can return to the sect. After returning to the sect, you must practice diligently and unite with the same sect. You are welcome to come back next time. Today, the old man will send you off with tea instead of wine. You have a safe journey."

Mo Yishan said slowly, picked up the teacup, and drank it.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

"It's getting late, Senior Brother Mo, Junior Sister Leng and I are going on our way, farewell."

The middle-aged scholar and Leng Rumei walked downstairs, Wang Mingren and others hurriedly followed.

After leaving the Taiyi Palace, they went straight to the Teleportation Hall.

When they arrived at the teleportation hall, they teleported away in batches.

Wang Mingren was the last group, standing with Leng Rumei.

Not long after, Wang Mingren and the others were left.

Wang Mingren looked back at the place where he had lived for ten years, with a look of reluctance in his eyes. He let out a sigh of relief and walked to the teleportation array.

A dazzling white light lit up under their feet, drowning their figures. After the white light dissipated, they all disappeared.