Qin Hong nodded, three months ago in this Hongyuan Pagoda, that is, nearly thirty years ago, when Qin Hong's cultivation broke through to the realm of the Fifth Rank Martial Emperor, and his divine consciousness was further transformed, he was indeed in retreat and cultivation.

"Before and after, Wanbao Commercial Bank has provided me with materials for almost ten years, and in the first six years, we will use the supply of pills in exchange, but in the next three years, Wuzong's elixir is almost exhausted, and the construction of these eighty beacon towers has almost exhausted the necessary savings, so the cultivation resources of the sect's disciples are very tight, and there are no extra resources to repay to Wanbao Commercial Bank. ”

"That is to say, for three years, Wanbao Trading House has been providing refining materials to Wuzong for free, but the speed at which refining the beacon tower consumes materials is too fast. Even Wanbao Trading House can't withstand such a large consumption. ”

"After another three months of retreat and recuperation, I will go out and take a look at the current situation in the Xuanwu Continent!"

Qin Hong said in his heart, and immediately waved his hand, signaling Wuda to retreat, then sat in the air, and closed his eyes.

On Qin Hong's body, a surging martial artist's internal energy emanated, lingering around his body.

Over the years, Qin Hong has been constantly building a beacon tower with his upper body naked, so you can clearly see his strong and well-proportioned figure on the upper body, the arms, abdomen, back, and chest, every place is extremely coordinated, the muscle lines are very symmetrical, and a masculine blood is surging out.

Qin Hong's divine consciousness flowed to every corner of his body, and after a satisfactory visit, he returned to the sea of consciousness, and suddenly paused for a moment when he returned to the sixteen wisps of divine consciousness.

The originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the corners of Qin Hong's mouth, a cold murderous intent was aroused.

"Gu Jiuhe, you planted the Xuan Soul Mantra on my body at the beginning, but I was determined that I couldn't surpass you in cultivation?"

Qin Hong's mind recalled the scene of that day.

"Old man Gu Xia Dynasty Gu Jiuhe!"

"No matter who it is, I hope you can spare the life of my descendants of the ancient Xia Emperor's bloodline, if you insist on going your own way, the old man's thoughts will be able to destroy your divine sense!

......

Being planted with a soul curse by others on his body was a great shame for Qin Hong. Thinking about Gu Jiuhe's domineering appearance in the past, Qin Hong's heart was even more cold.

With a stroke of one hand, a spatial crack appeared, and Qin Hong stepped out.

In the course of eight years.

The Tianshan Martial Sect became more and more powerful, and the scope of its strength almost completely covered the entire Blue Tang Kingdom.

During these years, Zongmen built a huge new city, which was centered on the Tianshan Mountains and spread around the Tianshan Mountains, and the city walls spread to the junction of Bazhou and Zhongzhou.

Such a huge city is not far behind even the capital of the ancient imperial dynasty.

Of course, it doesn't cost much precious refining materials to build such a city, most of them are natural boulders and giant trees, so it won't affect the casting of the beacon tower.

Qin Hong stood on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, looking into the distance, and now this huge city can be seen in full view.

The construction of this city is also Qin Hong's meaning, and Ah Jin has been mainly responsible for these years, and every link can be described as leaky.

Seeing such a huge city, Qin Hong's heart also rose with pride.

Such a large city, Qin Hong named it Wucheng! It completely belongs to Qin Hong, here, Qin Hong is the monarch of this city, is a generation of kings.

Of course, Qin Hong didn't feel proud of this, his current strength was definitely the number one powerhouse of the local cultivators in the Xuanwu Continent, and it could be said that he could have whatever he wanted.

It's just that he remembered that he didn't have a place to live in a small Qin family in Tongguan City, and now such a big city belongs to him......

"If my parents were still alive, would I be proud to see what I have achieved now?"

In Qin Hong's eyes, two lines of tears suddenly welled up, he looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, and the appearance of his parents seemed to be superimposed in the depths of the endless void, looking at himself from afar.

"Dad, mother. The boy has finally made a difference!"

Qin Hong shouted loudly in his heart, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, a Shenhua emanated from the top of the Tianshan Mountain, like a brilliant rainbow light, flying into the air, suddenly exploding, forming the shape of a flame.

The shape of this flame was exactly the same as Qin Hong's Heaven and Earth Law.

In the martial city, everyone looked at the fiery imprint in the sky at the same time, only to feel that it exuded a moving aura.

Under the shroud of this breath, everyone felt that their bodies were warm, and there seemed to be a warm current circulating in their bodies, and at the same time, their understanding of martial arts seemed to have a new cognition, and even many martial artists broke through the bottleneck on the spot and advanced to the realm of cultivation.

Under everyone's attention, the raging flame in the air suddenly turned into a streamer, like a flame dragon, constantly flying around the Tianshan Mountain, suddenly turning into a cloud of golden and red light, imprinted into the Tianshan Mountain.

The Tianshan Mountain, which was originally towering in the clouds, gradually transformed with the imprint of this light, and the entire holy mountain was shrouded in golden light, and above the mountain, a huge word "Wu" loomed!

Later history records: In the 9260 year of the Xuanwu calendar, there was a vision in the Tianshan Mountains, which was suspected to be done by the martial ancestor Qin Hong. Within the martial city, for thousands of generations, the warriors are blessed by it......

Soon after Qin Hong left the customs, Gongsun Qian and others also left the customs one after another.

Qin Hong, Gongsun Qian, Qin Wu, Chu Chu, Xiongba, Pan Shen and others almost all lived in the largest courtyard in the Tianshan Mountains.

This is also a compound specially built by Qin Hong after that, even if a hundred people live in it at the same time, it will not be crowded.

"Qin Hong, when is it now, are you still in the mood to drink tea?" Pan Shen strode out of the inner courtyard, and looked at Qin Hongzheng sitting in the courtyard indifferently drinking tea, and couldn't help but say urgently.

"Pan Shen, it's useless to be anxious now, it's better to calm down and enjoy it, relax and relax. Come here and try the good tea I've been collecting for years!"

The tea that Qin Hong tasted was Xianyun tea, the pound that Zhao Yanshan gave him, Qin Hong had been busy building the beacon tower before, and he didn't have time to taste it at all.

"Haha, what fragrant tea!" At this moment, a male bully dressed in a dark golden robe flew in from outside, his eyes fell on the tea cup in front of Qin Hong, and he laughed loudly.

"Come, come and sit. Xiongba, Pan Shen, don't be polite, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to taste this tea in the future!" Qin Hong smiled.

"Hmm......" Xiongba sat down directly, picked up a cup of tea, sniffed it gently, and drank it all in one go.

"Good, good tea, the fragrance is refreshing, there is a faint aura, like swimming in the fairy mountain, bathing in the white clouds, presumably this is the Xianyun tea, known as the first tea in Xuanwu?" Xiongba asked.

"Haha...... That's right!It's Xianyun Tea!" Qin Hong said with a smile, and immediately looked at Pan Shen, who had a tangled face, but his eyes were faintly flashing with curiosity and longing.

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