After leaving the Pearl Palace, Lin Qingshu and the three of them did not leave Fang City immediately, but went to Haoran Pavilion.

Wang Changsheng followed Lin Qingshu all the way, and saw Lin Qingshu live in a guest room with his own eyes.

Wang Changsheng frowned, and after rolling his eyes, he walked out of Haoran Pavilion quickly and returned to the Pearl Palace.

He found the old man in the green robe who was identified, and after showing the documents and jade pendant, he successfully obtained 180,000 spirit stones.

Not long after Wang Changsheng walked out of the Pearl Palace, his brows furrowed and he stopped.

Seeing Wang Changsheng stop, several stalkers such as the bald man also stopped and looked at the surrounding shops.

Wang Changsheng turned his head and glanced behind him, and after his eyes rolled, he suddenly quickened his pace.

Seeing this, the bald man and others also quickened their pace.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to walk into a teahouse and ask for a wing room on the second floor.

The bald man and the others also followed, sat down on the table outside the wing, drank tea carelessly, and looked at the wing room where Wang Changsheng was from time to time.

It didn't take long for a young man in Tsing Yi to come to the outside of the wing room with a tray in his hand, and said respectfully: "Senior, please open the door, the spiritual tea you want is here." ”

"You just push the door in, just put the tea down, and remember to close the door. Wang Changsheng's voice came from inside the house.

The little guy in Tsing Yi answered and pushed the door open.

Wang Changsheng sat at the table, motionless.

The bald man happened to see Wang Changsheng at the place where he was, and he looked at Wang Changsheng with greed in his eyes.

After putting down the teapot and teacup, the little girl in Tsing Yi withdrew and closed the door.

What no one noticed was that a transparent phantom followed the little girl in Tsing Yi downstairs.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared in the wing of a teahouse near Haoran Pavilion, he had already put on the mask of a thousand illusions, and turned into a tall black-faced man, and the aura of the Yuanying monk was undoubtedly revealed.

If he wasn't worried that Lin Qingshu would run away, he wouldn't have used up a shadow talisman.

In a hidden stone room, a middle-aged man with a majestic face was listening to two subordinates report something.

"Willow worship, this is the material we have purchased from other Ofang cities, please take a look. A white-clothed Confucian handed over a beautiful storage bag with a respectful expression.

The middle-aged man opened the storage bag, swept his senses, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Yes, you can acquire so many materials in such a short period of time, it is really beyond my expectations, no wonder Prince Sheng will send you out." ”

"Liu worships and praises, this is what we should do, if it weren't for the support of Prince Sheng, I'm afraid it would be difficult to even build a foundation in the future, let alone tie the Dan. The white-clothed Confucian shook his head and said with a grateful face.

"Hehe, Brother Qiusheng, I don't agree with what you say, with your qualifications of the Twin Spirit Roots, you will be cultivated if you enter any sect, and it is not a problem to build a foundation, of course, you can marry Dan thanks to Lord Sheng, after all, you stepped into the immortal path too late, and you only started to cultivate at the age of twenty, but you are also lucky, you can actually meet a foundation building monk, if he didn't give you the exercises and lead you to the immortal path, I'm afraid you would have already become a pile of dry bones." A man in a green shirt with ordinary facial features next to him smiled and said word by word.

If it weren't for that senior who led me to the path of immortality, I'm afraid I would have sat down a long time ago, but unfortunately that senior didn't leave a name and background, and Chen Chen never had a chance to repay him. The white-clothed Confucian nodded and said with a regretful expression.

"More than a hundred years have passed, if that person didn't get married, I'm afraid he would have already sat down, even if he hasn't sat down, the sea of people is vast, where do you find it?" The man in the green shirt said disappreciatively, he immediately remembered something, hesitated slightly, and asked the middle-aged man: "By the way, Liu Xianfeng, the monk who spent more than 500,000 spirit stones to bid is now settled in a teahouse, and several people are already eyeing him, do you want us?"

"I advise you not to fight this person's idea, this person is not very old and has the cultivation of the late stage of the Yudan, as soon as he makes a move, it is more than 500,000 spirit stones, either he is a descendant of an old monster, or the Yuanying monk has restrained his breath disguise, our task now is to purchase all kinds of materials as much as possible, and if those people are looking for death, they will be left to them!" Hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered and said without thinking.

"Yes, Willow Offerings. When the man in the green shirt heard this, he suddenly realized and agreed.

Wang Changsheng waited for three days.

In the past three days, there were many people in and out of Haoran Pavilion, but there was no Lin Qingshu.

"Could it be that this person changed his appearance and left?" Wang Changsheng's mind couldn't help but flash this thought, but soon, this idea was vetoed by him.

It is impossible for Lin Qingshu to know that someone is going to murder him, and besides, this is the Fang Market opened by Haoran Academy, if Lin Qingshu is worried about safety, he can invite a few more people to go on the road.

"Could it be that he wants to impact the Yuan Infant Stage here?" Wang Changsheng muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes full of doubt.

Lin Qingshu bid for a Fixing Spirit Pill, and it may not be possible to really impact the Yuan Infant Stage in the Fang Market.

Just as Wang Changsheng was thinking, Lin Qingshu walked out of Haoran Pavilion, followed by a few companions.

Including Lin Qingshu, there are three men and two women, and the highest cultivation is an old man in a blue robe with an elegant face, who has the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and the other four are all in the Dan stage.

Lin Qingshu and the five of them walked slowly towards the exit of Fang City, looking like they were going to leave Fang City.

After a period of uncertainty on Wang Changsheng's face, he walked out of the teahouse quickly and followed quietly.

Even if he was escorted by a mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, he would definitely kill Lin Qingshu and refine it into a heavenly corpse.

Otherwise, let him return to Haoran Academy, and the next time he appears, he won't know that it will be the Year of the Monkey.

It didn't take long for Lin Qingshu and his party to walk out of Fang City.

Wang Changsheng restrained his aura fluctuations, looked like he was only in the foundation building period, and followed.

At this time, on the second floor of a certain teahouse, the bald man waited outside the wing room for three days, and gradually lost his patience.

He unceremoniously pushed open the door and found Wang Changsheng sitting motionless at the tea table.

The bald man's face sank, his sleeves shook, and a red light flashed out, quickly piercing Wang Changsheng's body.

The next moment, Wang Changsheng's body turned into a little blue light and collapsed.

Seeing this scene, the bald man jumped like thunder, and he didn't even notice that the other party had fled under his nose, what he didn't know was that if Wang Changsheng hadn't had something important to deal with, he would have gone down to see the king of Hades a long time ago.

Lin Qingshu and the five of them sat on a white painting scroll and flew quickly in the air.

"Senior nephew Lin, this time you return to the sect, you can retreat and cultivate with peace of mind! Go all out to hit the Yuan Infant Stage, and strive to succeed in getting a baby within a hundred years, just say hello to the master and nephew of the head of the sect if you need something. The blue-robed old man said with a pleasant face.

"The disciple understands. Lin Qingshu agreed.

The blue-robed old man nodded, and wanted to say something, but his brows furrowed, and the white painting scroll under him suddenly stopped.

A black light flew from the distant sky, much faster than the white scroll.

After a few flashes, the black light stopped a hundred feet in front of the white painting scroll, and a tall black-faced man was suspended in mid-air, blocking their way, it was Wang Changsheng.

"This fellow Daoist, is there something wrong?" the blue-robed old man raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

He had already seen that the other party was an early Yuan Infant monk.

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