Wang Qing and Tu Yunsheng passed through the realm of Ruyimen in a generous way, and they also met several Ruyimen monks who were still looking for Huang Long'er. One of them was even a master in the late stage of elixir formation. The old woman asked a few words casually, and then took The spirit god scanned the two people back and forth, inside and out, making Wang Qing shivering with anger.
Fortunately, I made some pairs of Yuan Xinsha's underwear before going out, otherwise this old witch would have taken a huge advantage.
However, this old witch's eyesight is not as good as that of a foundation-building monk. After just a few glances, she can tell that Wang Qing is a disciple of Siming Mountain. The Yuan Mist that has been fully practiced in Qi training is so thick that it is almost impossible to break it. The foundation is really strong. Too much.
"Mo Xiaochun? Who are you, Mo Changchun?"
Wang Qing looked at her suspiciously. Could it be that this old guy had also thought about Mo Zongzheng when he was an old cow eating young grass? He thought about it several times and replied: "Mo Zongzheng is a person whom the disciples respect very much."
"..."
Tu Yunsheng's mouth twitched, Senior Brother Mo is really not afraid of death.
The old witch snorted and hesitated for a while, but she still didn't do anything evil. On the one hand, the disciples of the Dantai Sect were also nearby. If they wanted to take action, they could only do it together. I was afraid that the gains would outweigh the losses. On the other hand, Mo Changchun was considered to be one of the best among the mid-stage Dantai Sect monks of Qingyun's subordinate sects, and he was not too old to offend him. Without him, the disciples of Ruyi Sect may never have peace again.
"Leave this territory immediately!"
After saying the cruel words, the old witch stepped on a big red silk ribbon and disappeared in an instant.
After that, Wang Qing and Tu Yunsheng passed through the realm of Ruyi Sect peacefully and entered the territory of the Qingyun Sect of the Shangzong. They couldn't help but feel relieved and exhaled the old anger they had been holding in for a long time - unlike the fourth-grade sects, the Qingyun Sect There are late-stage Nascent Soul monks who are in charge. The spiritual gods are more powerful than ordinary people imagine. Therefore, whether they are demon sects or thieves, they are very low-key in the realm of third-grade sects. It is also safe for low-level monks like Wang Qing. many.
Jingyuan Valley is within the territory of Qingyun Sect. A violent earth dragon turned over more than sixty years ago lifted this ancient altar out of the ground and reappeared in the world.
So when the two of them arrived at the Qingyun Sect, they no longer rushed on their way, but adjusted their condition. Wang Qing kept taking drugs all the time, polishing his perfect Qi training to the point of no return. Under the subtle inner vision, The great river of true light within the twelve canons shines like stars, the sky is swaying, and a little spiritual spirit falls into it. The little face is tense, and the big flag is waved, and the true light wakes up, gathers in one place, and rumbles around the body.
Next to Wang Qing's ears, he could even hear the sound of wild waves crashing on the shore, and the spiritual inspiration surged like a tide. As long as the spirit god took advantage of this spiritual opportunity, the spirit and the energy combined to build a foundation in Dantian, then he would have a breakthrough.
"Among the qi training disciples, there is probably no one stronger than me." Wang Qing sighed and glanced sideways at Tu Yunsheng. He could catch and explode several such a weak little rookie with just one hand. He had to discipline him to explode. Bottom, clear.
Tu Yunsheng looked at him strangely: "Senior Brother Mo, why are you staring at me?"
Wang Qing showed a friendly and gentle smile: "I was just thinking that it was really pleasant to accompany Junior Brother Tu on this journey. Now that we are almost reaching our destination, I feel a little reluctant to leave my brother."
Unexpectedly, Tu Yunsheng was a little touched when he realized that Senior Brother Mo was not only honest and reliable, but also a person who valued love and justice.
Just as he was about to say something, he saw that Wang Qing had turned away and looked at the road ahead, so he sighed, put the words back in his stomach, and decided that if he had the opportunity, he would go to Siming Mountain to visit Wang Qing and talk about friendship.
Wang and Qing finally arrived at the edge of Jingyuan Valley and took a look at it from the viewing platform of a mountain peak. They were stunned and speechless.
This ancient altar is so grand and majestic that even if you stand at a high place, you can't see the side at all. What you see when you come across it is all simple black and gray colors, towering statues with colorful traces, pitch black Such as Mo, it makes people panic just by looking at it. Some of them are dragons and phoenixes, some are huge ancient human statues, and some are strange creatures that cannot be named. I just feel that they are all extremely powerful. These statues are placed in rows and rows all over the altar. , dotted all over the place, as if they have been guarding the altar since ancient times. I don’t know how long the years have passed and the world has changed.
"How great and mighty!"
"It's really spectacular." Tu Yunsheng was also amazed: "Senior Brother Mo, let's go to the palace to meet the elders of the Qingyun Sect."
Wang Qing then looked away and nodded: "Let's go together."
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Although this altar is now controlled by the Qingyun Sect, as Senior Brother Chen Feng knows, it is not only the Qingyun Sect and its subordinate sects that can enter.
After discussions among various sects many years ago, any of the fourth-grade sects under the Qingyun Sect can enter if they meet the conditions. The same is true for the main sect of the Qingyun Sect. In addition, the Supreme Sect Tianjian Sect can exchange resources for no more than Thirty quotas, each of the other third-grade sects under the Tianjian Sect can also exchange for five quotas per year.
"They are all civilized people." Wang Qing couldn't help but sigh after hearing Tu Yunsheng explain his doubts.
It's no big deal for other third-grade sects. It's natural to exchange things for their own reasons. But a sect such as Tianjian Sect actually has to use resources in exchange for a quota. It is really a noble character and an open mind, which is heartbreaking.
The two of them walked quickly from the observation deck for half a moment to the palace established by the Qingyun Sect here. They handed the disciple cards to the disciples outside the Qingyun Palace and were soon ushered into the inner hall to pay homage to the elder of the Qingyun Sect who was in charge of the matter this year. After the ancestor, a deacon shouted softly: "Dantai Zong Tu Yunsheng, step forward."
Tu Yunsheng followed the instructions and moved forward. Wang Qing only saw the deacon holding a simple bronze mirror, which shot out a green light and enveloped Tu Yunsheng. It should be a confirmation of his cultivation level and age.
"Perfect Qi training, under eighteen years old, not bad." The deacon was quite surprised, because the standard was only to break through the ninth level of Qi training. Now Tu Yunsheng has perfect Qi training, and his cultivation speed is obviously not slow. However, he put aside his curiosity when he thought that the Dantai Sect was all drug addicts.
"Wang Qing of Siming Mountain, step forward."
Tu Yunsheng felt strange. He and senior brother Mo Xiaochun came together, so how could another Simingshan disciple get the lead? Weird.
However, Wang Qing smiled apologetically at him and took a step forward.
The green light from the bronze mirror came next, and Wang Qing felt that his whole body was naked again, and he couldn't help but feel angry. He was once again glad that he was wearing Yuan Xinsha's pants.
These Danjie elders are really careless.
But the deacon didn't care about his trousers and exclaimed: "Is he actually practicing Qi to perfection? A good seedling came out of Siming Mountain. Okay, you guys go to the guest house to rest first. Wait until the Dragon Boat Festival, someone will lead you." You go to the entrance."
Wang Qing cupped his hands and returned to Tu Yunsheng's side.
Tu Yunsheng's eyes widened, looking like someone who had been defrauded of money and sex: "Mo, bah, Wang Qing? Is your name Mo Xiaochun or Wang Qing? You actually lied to me. By the way, the flowers that my senior sister gave you There must be more than six Hehe pills, so you have to give me two more pills."
Before Wang Qing could speak, he was horrified to hear the Yuan Ying ancestor of the Qingyun Sect speak: "Mo Xiaochun? Haha, you think you are the student of that guy Mo Changchun, right? Back then, he also liked to hang around with fake names one after another. The rivers and lakes are full of muddy water."
"Uh, ancestor's wise eyes." Wang Qing only dared to admit it honestly and scolded Mo Changchun in his heart. He is really a troublemaker. If you want to know, just call him Ming Juhua'er. I think Sister Ming must not be so hateful. .
