Wang Qing and Tu Yunsheng passed through the Ruyimen realm all the way generously, and also met several Ruyimen monks who were still looking for Huang Long'er, one of them was even a big master in the late stage of the Jiedan, the old woman asked a few words casually, and took the spirit god back and forth, inside and out, and swept the two of them, making Wang Qing angry and cold.

Fortunately, I made a few pants of Yuanxin yarn before going out, otherwise I would have to let this old witch take advantage of the world.

However, this old witch's eyesight is not comparable to that of a foundation building monk, and after only a few glances, he saw that Wang Qing was a disciple of Siming Mountain, and the Yuan Mist with a perfect Qi cultivation was almost impossible to dissolve, and the foundation was really strong.

"Mo Xiaochun, who are you Mo Changchun?"

Wang Qinghu looked at her suspiciously, could it be that this old thing also thought about Mo Zongzheng back then that the old cow ate tender grass, and his heart turned a few times, and replied: "Mo Zongzheng is a person that the disciples respect very much. ”

“......”

Tu Yunsheng's mouth twitched, Senior Brother Mo was really not afraid of death.

The old witch snorted, hesitated in her heart for a while, but still did not make a black hand. One is that the disciples of the Dantai Sect are also beside him, and if they want to do it, they can only do it together, and I am afraid that the gains outweigh the losses; the second is that Mo Changchun is one of the best among the mid-stage monks of the sects under Qingyun, and he is not very old, so if he offends him, the disciples of the Ruyi Sect may not have a peaceful life.

"Leave the realm of this gate immediately!"

Leaving a cruel word, the old witch stepped on a big red silk and disappeared in an instant.

After that, Wang Qing and Tu Yunsheng passed through the Ruyimen realm all the way safely and peacefully, and entered the scope of the Qingyun Sect of the Shangzong Sect, and the two of them couldn't help but feel relieved, and spit out a breath of old gas that had been held for a long time - unlike the four grade sects, the Qingyun faction is dominated by monks in the late Yuan Infant period, and the strength of the spirit is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so whether it is a demon sect or a thief, in the realm of the Sanpin sect, it is very low-key, and for a low-level monk like Wang Qing, it is much safer.

Jingyuan Valley is in the territory of the Qingyun Sect, and a violent dragon turned over more than sixty years ago, lifting this ancient altar out of the ground and reappearing.

So when the two arrived at the place of the Qingyun faction, they were no longer in a hurry, but adjusted their state, Wang Qing kept taking drugs all the time, polishing the perfect cultivation of qi to the point of no return, and under the subtle inner view, the twelve rivers of true light in the serious were like stars shining, the heavenly Han swayed, and a little spirit fell into it, the little face was tense, the big flag waved, the true light woke up, gathered in one place, and rumbled around the body.

Next to Wang Qing's ears, he even heard the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and the spirit surged like a tide, just waiting for the spirit god to take advantage of this spirit opportunity, the spirit and the qi merged, and built a Dao foundation in the dantian, and he had to break through.

"Among the Qi cultivation disciples, there is probably no one stronger than me. Wang Qing sighed, and glanced sideways at Tu Yunsheng, such a weak little rookie, he could catch several of them with one hand, and discipline him to blow them up thoroughly and clearly.

Tu Yunsheng looked at him strangely: "Senior Brother Mo, what are you staring at me for?"

Wang Qing showed a kind and gentle smile: "It's just that I want to accompany Senior Brother Tu on this journey, it's really pleasant, and now I'm about to arrive at my destination, and I'm a little reluctant for my brother." ”

I don't want Senior Brother Mo to be honest and reliable, but he is also a person who values love and righteousness, and Tu Yunsheng didn't feel a little moved.

was about to say something, but when he saw that Wang Qing had turned his face away and looked at the road ahead, he sighed, took the words back to his stomach, and decided that he would definitely go to Siming Mountain to visit Wang Qing and talk about friendship when he had the opportunity.

Wang Qing and the others finally arrived at the edge of Jingyuan Valley, and when they glanced at the viewing platform of a mountain peak, they were shocked and stammered.

This ancient altar is too magnificent and magnificent, even if you stand on a high place, you can't see the edge at all, you only feel that you come to the eye, it is all ancient and gray two colors, one by one with colorful traces of majestic statues, black as ink, so that people are flustered at a glance, some of them are dragon and phoenix beasts, some are huge ancient statues, and some are strange creatures that are not named, only to feel extremely powerful, these statues are placed in various places on the altar one after another, dotted around, as if guarding the altar since ancient times, I don't know how long the years are, the vicissitudes of life。

"Great, mighty!"

"It's spectacular. Tu Yunsheng was also amazed: "Senior Brother Mo, let's go to the palace to meet the elders of the Qingyun Sect." ”

Only then did Wang Qing retract his gaze and nodded: "Go together." ”

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Although this altar is now in the hands of the Qingyun Sect, it is not as Senior Brother Chen Feng knows, only the Qingyun Sect and its subordinate factions can enter.

Many years ago, after the collegiate discussion of the various factions, the Qingyun Sect subordinate to the four-grade sect, one is counted as one, and if the conditions are met, the same is true for the Qingyun Sect's own sect, in addition, the Heavenly Sword Sect of the upper sect can exchange resources for no more than thirty places every year, and the other third-grade sects under the Heavenly Sword Sect can also be exchanged for five places per year.

"They're all civilized people. Wang Qing couldn't help but sigh when he heard Tu Yunsheng solve his doubts.

The other third-grade sects are also fine, and it is a matter of course to exchange things for things. However, the Heavenly Sword Sect and other superior sects even want to exchange resources for quotas, which is really noble and modest, which makes people's hearts broken.

The two of them walked quickly from the observation deck for half a moment, and arrived at the palace established by the Qingyun Sect here, handed the disciple card to the doorman outside the Qingyun Palace, and soon were introduced into the inner hall, and after worshipping the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect who presided over this year, a deacon shouted lightly: "Dantai Sect Tu Yunsheng, take a step forward." ”

Tu Yunsheng moved forward as he said, and Wang Qing saw that the deacon was holding an ancient bronze mirror, shooting down a blue light, enveloping Tu Yunsheng inside, which should be determined by his cultivation and age.

"The Qi training is complete, and I am not yet eighteen years old, which is good. "The deacon was quite surprised, because the standard was only to break through the nine levels of qi training, and now Tu Yunsheng has a perfect cultivation of qi training, and it is obvious that his cultivation speed is not slow. However, he thought that the Dantai Sect was a drug addict, so he put away his curiosity.

"Siming Mountain Wang Qing, take a step forward. ”

Tu Yunsheng was strange for a while, it was obvious that he and Senior Brother Mo Xiaochun came together, how could he let another Siming Mountain disciple take the lead?

However, Wang Qing smiled apologetically at him and took a step forward.

The bronze mirror blue light followed, Wang Qing only felt that his body was being seen again, and he couldn't help but be angry, and once again glad that he was wearing the pants of Yuan Xinzai.

These elders are really not exquisite.

The deacon didn't care about his pants, and exclaimed, "It's actually a perfect Qi practice?" Siming Mountain poured out a good seedling. Okay, you go to the guest house to rest first, and when the Dragon Boat Festival is held, someone will lead you to the entrance. ”

Wang Qing arched his hand and retreated to Tu Yunsheng's side.

Tu Yunsheng's eyes widened, and he looked like a bitter master who had been cheated of money: "Mo, bah, Wang Qing, are you called Mo Xiaochun, or Wang Qing? You actually lied to me, by the way, the Hundred Flowers and Dan that Senior Sister gave you must be more than six, you have to divide me with two." ”

Before Wang Qing could speak, he was shocked to hear the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect speak: "Mo Xiaochun? Hehe, you should be Mo Changchun's student, right? Back then, he also liked to mix the rivers and lakes with one fake name after another, stirring up muddy waters everywhere. ”

"Well, Ancestor Eye. Wang Qing only dared to admit it honestly, and scolded Mo Changchun in his heart, he was really troublesome, if you know, it would be called Ming Juhuaer, and Sister Ming would not be so hateful.