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

"Cousin Aoyama, I've made up my mind, I can help, you can bring me along! ”

Ye Haitang's expression was firm, and after she refined the Spirit Treasure Hundred Ghost Boat, she returned to Qinglian Island.

During the trip to Zhenxian Tower, the Wang family got a few 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 the murderer of Ye Yutong and weaken the power of the demons, and secondly, to travel around and resolve the bottleneck.

"Since you have made up your mind, then come with me to the Northern Frontier! But the ugly words are ahead, you must obey the command, don't come nonsense, we can't afford to provoke the Nine Shadows Sect for the time being. ”

Wang Qingshan's expression was solemn, almost more than a hundred years ago, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan went to the Northern Xinjiang Immortal Cultivation Realm, but they didn't find any clues, but they were seriously injured by the deputy sect master of the Nine Shadows Sect, and it took decades of recuperation to recover.

"It's natural, I'm not going to do nonsense. ”

Ye Haitang promised to come down, even if Wang Qingshan didn't say it, she wouldn't come nonsense.

Wang Qingshan suddenly sensed something, took out a communication disk from his sleeve, and punched in a spell, Wang Changsheng's happy voice suddenly sounded: "Qingshan, the complete set of flying swords has been refined, I sent it to you." ”

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

Wang Qingshan smiled happily and strode towards the courtyard gate.

When Ye Haitang saw this scene, his face was full of envy, it was impossible for Wang Changsheng to refine magic weapons for all his juniors, refining tools was too wasteful of time, if refining a magic weapon was fast, it would take a year and a half, and if it was slow, ten or eight years was also a normal thing.

Most of the natal magic weapons of the high-level monks of the Wang family came from the Zhenhai Sect, and most of them were refined with the help of Wang Qingqing.

Ye Haitang doesn't have a natal magic weapon yet? Strictly speaking? Her vision is relatively high, and she can't look down on ordinary magic weapons? She plans to collect more materials? Ask Wang Changsheng to help refine a set of magic weapons.

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

Wang Qingshan took the cyan sword box with both hands? Open the sword case? There were nine flying swords in it.

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

"Thank you? Uncle Nine? I love this set of flying swords. ”

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed and thanked him.

"A family doesn't talk to two families, with this set of flying swords, your strength will improve a lot, but you have to remember? A mountain is still a mountain high, don't think that if you are a sword cultivator, you will be invincible? Throughout the ages, how many young heroes have died on pride?"

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

Wang Qingshan's personal strength is relatively strong, does this mean that he is invincible at the same level? Before the trip to the North? Wang Changsheng is also a little inflated? thought that he and Wang Ruyan teamed up, there were few opponents, and the reality slapped them hard, if it weren't for Zhenhai Ape, they would have died.

Since Wang Qingshan stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, he has won more with fewer defeats, and he has not met many geniuses and heroes.

"My nephew wrote it down, thank you Uncle Nine. ”

Wang Qingshan nodded and agreed, Wang Changsheng didn't know that he had two spiritual treasures, Wang Qingshan was not proud, in the trip to the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation Realm, he defeated many young heroes, and also lost to several young heroes, not to mention anything else, he couldn't defeat Zhou Yunxiao.

Wang Changsheng showed a relieved expression on his face, looked at Ye Haitang, and said with a smile: "Haitang, when you enter the Yuan Infant Stage, your uncle will also refine a set of magic weapons for you." ”

Ye Haitang is the only immortal cultivator in the Wang family who cultivates the Heavenly Rank Exercises, and he is also the clansman with the highest level of formation, Wang Changsheng is very optimistic about Ye Haitang.

"Thank you, uncle, I plan to go to Northern Xinjiang with Cousin Qingshan to investigate my brother's murderer. ”

Wang Changsheng sighed lightly and advised: "Northern Xinjiang is not as strong as the 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 have to ask her for more advice, don't rush in, you have been waiting for so many years, and it is not too long to wait for a while, in short, your safety is the most important." ”

"Got it, Uncle Nine (uncle). ”

Wang Qingshan and Ye Haitang agreed to come down.

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

He had just refined a set of flying swords, and he needed to rest for a while, and he was embarrassed to let the Purple Moon Fairy continue refining magic weapons.

A valley full of exotic flowers and plants, and there is a mansion in the valley that covers an extremely large area.

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

Wang Yingjie stood in front of a vast spiritual field, in which a large area of pale cyan grass was planted, the grass had nine leaves, the leaves were round, and there were some golden lines on the surface.

There is a strong medicinal fragrance in the air, these cyan grasses are nine-leaf golden grass, three hundred years of nine-leaf golden grass is one of the adjuvants of the healing elixir, the dosage is relatively large, but this kind of spiritual grass is not easy to plant, and the requirements for the environment are relatively high.

Wang Yingjie squatted down, his eyes fixed on a nine-leaf golden grass, the color of the leaves was dull, and it looked a little wilted.

"How's it going?Yingjie, is there any help?"

Wang Changjie walked 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 healing pills in a few more years, who knows that the growth has suddenly been frustrated, and the spirit planters in the clan are helpless, he heard that Wang Yingjie is proficient in the art of planting, and specially invited Wang Yingjie to come and have a look.

Wang Yingjie stood up and said, "It's a bit troublesome, you need to mix some kind of spiritual liquid to pour it." ”

He stayed in the ruins of Zhenhai Sect for nearly a hundred years, and in his spare time, he would go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to consult the planting classics, and he finished reading all the planting classics of Zhenhai Sect, and a certain classic introduced this situation.

Wang Changjie frowned, and said, "Can the spiritual liquid be blended? What materials are needed?" ”

"The materials are not particularly precious, there should be them in the family treasury, this is the list, but the spiritual liquid needs to be refined by an alchemist, and my nephew doesn't know how to do alchemy. ”

Wang Yingjie said as he took out a cyan jade slip and handed it to Wang Changjie.

Wang Changjie swept his senses, took out a communication disk, and entered a magic trick, and made a gesture.

"Later, someone from the clan will send the elixir, you can guide you on the side! As long as I can cure the Nine-Clover Golden Grass, I will definitely not treat you badly." ”

"Yes, Ancestor. ”

Wang Yingjie agreed repeatedly, and the names of him and Wang Changjie were only one word apart, and the difference in generation was ten generations.

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

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

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

The blue light flashed, and a large piece of pale cyan liquid flew out, evenly spilling into the spiritual field.

"Watering it with diluted spiritual fluid every day should cure the nine-leaf golden grass. ”

Wang Yingjie said with some uncertainty, he didn't want to say it all the time, leaving room for himself.

"I've worked hard for you in the past few days, you can take a look at it more, if the growth of the nine-leaf golden grass improves, I will definitely reward you again." ”

Wang Changjie said with a pleasant face.

"It is the grandson's duty to do things for the ancestors, and the grandson does not dare to ask for rewards. ”

Wang Yingjie said honestly, his tone sincere.

"Cure the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass first, in short, I won't treat you badly, take good care of the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass. ”

"Yes, Ancestor. ”

Wang Yingjie smiled happily, patted his chest and agreed, Wang Changjie's seniority is second only to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, if he can please Wang Changjie, it will be of great benefit to his future development.

"I've worked hard for you in the past few days, this bottle of elixir is rewarding you, you are a descendant of Qingling, and your cultivation is also very hard, you must continue to work hard to cultivate, and you can't slack off. ”

Wang Changjie took out a cyan porcelain vase 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 for the ancestor's reward. ”

Wang Yingjie thanked him and took the cyan porcelain vase with both hands.