North Liangshan, floating peak.
Ten miles of begonias bloom into a sea of flowers, with a fragrant fragrance and colorful fallen flowers. In the center of the sea of flowers, there is a central hall with fragrant wood as the walls and sapphire as the tiles.
In the Weiyang Hall, there is a faint fragrance, mirror light spreads on the floor, and water clouds form on the couch. There are eight people sitting on it, with completely different looks and temperaments.
The person who takes the throne is about thirty years old, with gorgeous hair and elegant clothes, a graceful demeanor, lightly parted red lips, and a voice as deep and peaceful as a deep pool.
"Disciples from all sects are gathered here. What are your plans for the next step?"
Once a word was spoken, the rest fell on deaf ears, and the young woman did not rush her. She was calm and relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
After a while, a vicissitudes of voice sounded, like a visitor from outside the sky, saying in a clear and clear voice: "Just kill them all." It was an old man, wearing a gray robe, with white hair and a childlike face.
"Zhenren Qu is so murderous. How can a small tide of beasts withstand the sword of the Shangqing Dynasty." A woman in her twenties, wearing a plain robe and no makeup, said quietly.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at her, and two dragon-like sword lights flashed away.
The woman was not annoyed, but smiled brightly at the old man, as charming as a spring pear blooming.
A strong man in black robes said in a deep voice: "Li thinks that we can no longer defend and should take the initiative to attack."
The charming young man in blood-clothed clothes on the left side of the man said sharply: "I think we should use Beiliang as a screen, set up a formation, and catch them all in one fell swoop."
The middle-aged man wearing a navy robe diagonally across from the young man sneered and said, "I'm afraid Du Zhenren's elimination of demons is fake, but blood refining is real, right?"
The young man chuckled when he heard this: "Oh? I wonder what Master Chu has to say?"
The man twisted his three-inch short beard with his hand and said in a deep voice: "Chu can lead his disciples to set up a sea-shaking and sky-shattering formation. When the time comes, you all will join the formation and we will be able to annihilate the incoming enemies."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old male voice sounded. The rickety old man in yellow robe said slowly: "Why does Head Chu think that we will order the disciples to join the battle? Feng thinks it is better for everyone to do their own thing."
After hearing this, the man sarcastically said: "So you are saying that Feng Zhenren is trying to solve the danger of the beast tide with the power of one sect? I admire the righteousness of Zhenren."
The old man ignored him, turned to look at the young man in white across from him, and asked aloud: "What do you think, Master Wu?"
The young man in white glanced at the people present and said calmly: "It is not advisable to fight alone, otherwise we would not have to gather here. As for the strategy of setting up an array, Wu has never had the habit of putting his family and life in his hands. There is no need to mention it again. It seems that there is only one way: joint decision-making, unified dispatch, and dispatching attacks. Do you think so?"
After saying this, everyone was silent and thinking to themselves. Only the old man in gray robe was sitting on a cloud bed, wandering in the sky.
After a while, the others all nodded in agreement.
When the young woman on the throne saw this, she said, "Since Master Wu has made this suggestion, he must be well prepared. We are all ears."
The young man in white smiled slightly and said nothing, but a faint voice sounded in everyone's ears: "I thought..."
A small courtyard for five people.
The group of people did not use magic to relieve their hangover, and their faces were all like burning clouds, full of red light.
While he was drinking heavily, Wang Qing shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brother Yuan, I heard from Junior Sister Ling'er that you lured her away from the herd of animals alone to save her from danger. What happened next?"
Yuan Qing used Jiu Jin to say boldly: "Of course I will kill them all!"
After Wang Qing heard this, he patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Brother, I know your swordsmanship is superb, but there are so many level four monsters chasing you, so there is no shame in running away!"
Liu Han also echoed from the side: "Yes, junior brother, even a monk in the Danjie stage will have to work hard to face so many level four monsters, not to mention you are only in the middle stage of foundation establishment."
Yuan Qing drank a bowl alone, and Youyou said: "Of course I can't defeat a group of people, but if it's one-on-one, how many attacks can an ordinary foundation-building monster survive under my sword?"
Everyone looked startled after hearing this, secretly thinking that what he said was true, but Li Yang laughed and asked: "Junior brother, do you still have a magic method to separate them one by one? You might as well tell me, and let me wait and see."
The young man's expression became serious, and he immediately told the story of how he escaped to Fenhe Village and how he slaughtered all the monsters in order to avenge blood.
His words were indifferent, but when everyone heard them, they felt like they were soaring to the sky. Unknowingly, they had sobered up from the wine.
After the story was told, everyone who listened was silent, and Zhu Ling'er looked directly at Yuan Qing, her eyes firm and tender.
After a moment, Li Yang said slowly: "Junior brother has a delicate mind and a good strategy. If we follow this method, it is indeed possible to kill them all."
After hearing this, Han Hongrui asked coldly: "Senior Brother Li, don't you believe what Yuan Qing said?"
Li Yang shook his head and said: "No, no, it's just..." Halfway through, he looked at Yuan Qing and stopped talking.
"Let me tell you!" Seeing Li Yang whining, Wang Qing shouted impatiently: "It's not that I don't believe Brother Yuan, it's just that this is too shocking. Sword cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, supplemented by formations, single person A single sword can kill dozens of monsters of the same level. If there is no evidence, who can believe it if it is reported?"
Yuan Qing smiled slightly, said nothing, walked aside and waved his sleeves. White light flashed, and dozens of ferocious demon heads suddenly appeared on the ground, piled up into a mountain, with smooth and flat cuts, all of which were killed in one blow.
Except for Zhu Ling'er, everyone else was dumbfounded when they saw it.
Yuan Qing waved his hand to put it away and said calmly: "There are still some who are in critical condition and cannot be beheaded to leave a certificate."
Everyone came back to their senses immediately and looked at Yuan Qing differently.
Wang Qing laughed, took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Brother, you are really yours, my old Wang's eyes have been opened today!"
Then he hugged the young man and asked in a low voice: "Brother, where are the other materials?"
The young man didn't know why and asked: "What material?"
Wang Qing's eyes were as wide as bells, and he continued to ask in disbelief: "You wouldn't just chop off the animal's head and bring it back, right?"
Yuan Qing replied with a confused look on his face: "Isn't it enough to have proof in exchange for merit? What else do you need?"
After hearing this, Wang Qing suddenly froze on the spot, then beat his chest and stamped his feet, howling and shouting: "What a waste of natural resources!"
The others were surprised and planned to disperse, but they couldn't help but be startled when they heard such shrill shouts.
Liu Han stepped forward, patted Wang Qing on the shoulder and asked, "Brother Wang, what happened?"
Wang Qing did not answer, but walked to the wine table with a look of regret on his face, grabbed the wine jar and drank it down, drinking it all in one go.
Everyone was even more confused when they saw this, and asked Yuan Qing what exactly he said to make him act like this.
Before he could reply, Wang Qing pointed at the young man sadly and said: "Dozens of level four monsters, with fur, flesh, claws, and tens of thousands of spiritual stones, but he abandoned them! Such a waste of natural resources, such a waste of natural resources!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then fell silent. They said goodbye to each other and then dispersed.
Wang Qingze called Yuan Ying over, took out another jar of wine, filled each other's cups and said with a serious face: "Junior brother Yuan, today I will give you a detailed lecture on the magic beast materials and the art of refining weapons."
For several hours, Wang Qing explained all the parts of various monster beasts that could be used for refining weapons and the related refining methods. Finally, he took out an animal skin booklet from his arms and handed it to Yuan Qing. It said: There are four characters in it: "Experiences of Refining Weapons".
Yuan Qing felt that it was too valuable and wanted to refuse. Unexpectedly, Wang Qing waved his hand and said with unprecedented sincerity: "I don't have any good things. I only have the skill of refining weapons, so I want to repay my junior brother for saving his life. I hope that junior brother will not dislike it and don’t spread rumors about it.”
When Yuan Qing heard the words, he no longer refused and solemnly put them away.
Wang Qing then introduced the general situation of the station to Yuan Qing, and the two of them drank until late at night before dispersing.
Yuan Qing walked into the room specially reserved for him, smiled knowingly, and instead of practicing, he lay on the bed for the first time in a long time, and fell asleep after a while.
This sleep lasted for twelve hours. When I woke up again, I felt that my mind was clear and my whole body was comfortable. After turning around, he saw that everyone was meditating. The young man pondered for a moment, rose up with his sword, and headed straight for the cloud boat above his head.
It is said to be a boat, but in fact it is like a small city. Its upper floors are numerous with terraces, cornices and brackets, and carved beams and painted buildings, which are extremely exquisite.
There are three main halls in the center of the city. The one in the middle is called "Meeting Affairs", and the left and right sides are called "Exchanging Treasures" and "Appraising Materials" respectively. The young man did not hesitate and went straight to the Appraisal Hall.
"Senior brother, do you want to redeem your merits?" A thin, delicate-looking female cultivator saw the person coming and quickly stood up and said with a smile.
Yuan Qing nodded slightly and replied, "Exactly." He took out a black storage bag and handed it to the female cultivator.
The female cultivator took the storage bag, looked inside, and immediately stood still. It took a full incense to come back to her senses, and she looked up at the young man with eyes filled with awe.
"Teacher, senior brother, you killed all of these?" the female cultivator swallowed and asked hesitantly.
"What, is there any problem?" Yuan Qing replied calmly.
"Ah, no! Senior brother, please show me your identity token, and I will exchange it for you right now!"
Yuan Qing took out the token as he was told, and the female cultivator took out a small silver token and drew it on it, then bowed and said: "Forty demon slayings, in exchange for 4,200 merit points, plus the remaining points, the total is 4,770 A hundred points, a little bit, senior brother.”
Yuan Qing's consciousness swept away and knew that what he said was true. He cupped his hands and was about to leave. He never thought that the female cultivator suddenly said: "Senior brother, stay!"
Yuan Qing paused, turned around and asked, "Junior sister, what else can I do?"
The female cultivator first looked around and saw no one else. Then she opened her lips slightly and said, "Senior brother, don't be surprised. My name is Wei Shan. I just built the foundation. I lost a bet with others, so I had no choice but to take it." Beast tide mission. I tried my best to get a job as an errand, but my term is about to expire, and I have to go into battle to kill monsters. I have a storage ring, and I would like to give it to my senior brother. I just hope that my senior brother can shine in the war. , Wei Shan is grateful!"
After speaking, he turned his hand and a small silver-gray ring appeared on his hand.
Yuan Qing wanted to refuse, but when he saw his expression of sadness, he somehow thought of the child in Fenhe Village. He sighed secretly, flicked his finger and a little spiritual light popped up, and said lightly: "You can send a message to me then." After saying that, he ignored the ring and walked out of the door without looking back, and walked towards the Treasure Exchange Hall.
The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. She hurriedly put away the spiritual light, memorizing the breath in it, and at the same time put away the ring with a flash of blue light in her hand.
An hour later, Yuan Qing came out of the treasure exchange hall, raised his sword and returned to the small courtyard.
After looking at Ling'er and seeing that he was still in retreat, the young man shook his hands and released a transmission note, and then returned to the house to meditate.
In a blink of an eye, it was more than a month ago.
On this day, a gentle male voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Under the Xuanyuan Sect, come to the meeting hall quickly to gather."
