When passing through a corner, a group of monks came towards them. The leader was an old man in gold robe with a round face and big eyes. The pattern of red maple leaves is obviously a symbol of a certain force.

A cyan lotus is embroidered on the clothes of the monks of the Wang family, which is the symbol of the family.

"Fairy Duan, what a coincidence!"

A tall and thin young man in yellow shirt shouted at Dong Xueli.

Wang Qingshan was slightly taken aback, looking at Dong Xueli.

Wang Qingfeng also looked at Dong Xueli, he had never heard Dong Xueli mention this person.

"Fellow Taoist, you have misunderstood someone. My surname is Dong. I am not some Fairy Duan, but Mrs. Wang."

Dong Xueli explained in a flat tone.

"Old man Huang Fenggu Luo Yiheng, what do you call him?"

The old man in the golden robe cupped his fists and said politely.

"Qinglian Island Wang Qingshan."

Wang Qingshan quickly returned the gift. Wang Qingshan had heard about the big family or the big sect. He had never heard of this faction, so it was probably a small faction.

"Fairy Duan, you really don't remember me? I'm Luo Tianbao! Your brother and I are good friends. We went to the mountains to pick elixir and were almost killed by the golden pupil wind wolf. Your brother left your father behind." Show me your knife manual!"

The yellow shirt youth explained.

"I don't know. My name is Dong Xueli. I'm not the Fairy Duan you know. You've got the wrong person."

Dong Xueli's attitude was a little cold, as if she didn't want to say more.

Luo Tianbao wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted by Luo Yiheng.

"Okay, Tianbao, this Xiaoyou Dong even said that he doesn't know you anymore, you've got the wrong person."

After hearing this, Luo Tianbao didn't dare to say anything, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, do you know where the stronghold of Zhenhai Palace is? We are rushing to the front line under the order of Zhenhai Palace."

Wang Qingshan asked politely.

"Zhenhai Palace!"

Luo Yiheng was in awe, and his tone became more polite, and said: "Go straight along this street, turn left for a thousand steps, then turn right, and walk a few hundred steps to arrive."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Luo, for your guidance. We have a task ahead of us, so I will take my leave first."

Wang Qingshan greeted and walked forward.

Dong Xueli and others quickly followed and disappeared into the crowd.

Luo Tianbao looked at Dong Xueli's leaving back, his face full of confusion.

"Tianbao, this is not the clan, don't mess around and cause trouble for the clan."

Luo Yiheng reprimanded in a stern tone.

"But she really looks like Fairy Duan. I haven't seen her for more than two thousand years. Maybe I mistook her!"

Luo Tianbao said with some uncertainty.

"Two thousand years? Hmph, thank you for daring to say such a thing, please restrain me a bit, don't cause trouble for me, and harm the family."

Luo Yiheng scolded unceremoniously.

Luo Tianbao curled his lips and agreed.

There are many monks coming and going in and out of an 18-story blue attic, and the three golden characters of "Zhenhai Tower" are written on the plaque, which is shining brightly.

Wang Qingshan strode in. The hall was spacious and bright, where thousands of immortal cultivators gathered, and there were as many as a hundred cultivators who transformed themselves into gods.

"You are members of Uncle Wang's tribe!"

A female voice sounded like a silver bell.

A round-faced girl in yellow skirt came over, it was Huang Yun'er, she was currently in the late stage of transformation.

Huang Yun'er works in the Hall of Deacons. In this war, she accompanied the army and fought with the army. She was mainly responsible for allocating supplies and managing the recruitment of monks.

"Under Wang Qingshan, who is the fairy?"

Wang Qingshan asked politely, Wang Changsheng knew too many monks, Wang Qingshan didn't know most of them.

"I don't dare to be a fairy, junior Huang Yun'er, senior Wang, please come with me, I will arrange accommodation for you and distribute supplies to you."

Huang Yun'er made a gesture of invitation, and brought Wang Qingshan, Dong Xueli and other ten avatars to a side room.

"Don't worry, Senior Wang. Uncle Wang has taken care of me a lot. We are all the way. How many people have you brought this time? How is your cultivation? What kind of skills do you have? Fill it in, and I will assign you according to your cultivation and skills. Task."

Huang Yun'er took out a dharma plate that shone with silver light and a jade pen that shone with gold, and handed them to Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan truthfully wrote down the situation of the monks he brought, for the convenience of dispatching.

"According to the order, the monks participating in the battle can get some rewards, the monks who refine the virtual can get a low-grade Tongtian Lingbao, the monks who transform the gods can get two spirit treasures, and the monks who are born are able to get a bottle of fourth-order healing medicine. , you can get good deeds, good deeds can be exchanged for immortal cultivation resources, including Tongtian Lingbao, sites, refining materials, pills, talismans, formations, etc. Its Nascent Soul or corpse can be easily converted into good deeds."

Huang Yun'er took out a shiny golden jade plate and selected treasures for Wang Qingshan.

Without giving enough benefits, who wants to go all the way to the front to join the war.

Wang Qingshan suddenly realized that it is no wonder that Lan Fukong also joined the battle, probably for the sake of the Tongtian Lingbao.

He checked carefully, and there were several Tongtian Lingbao that were very desirable, but he could only choose one.

"A flying spirit treasure that reaches the sky!"

Wang Qingshan said in surprise, there was a pair of boots on the golden jade plate, and there was a line of small characters beside it.

Escape boots, very fast flying~lightnovelpub.net~ This treasure was refined by Master Lin in his early years. Master Fang repeatedly told me to keep this treasure. If Senior Wang doesn’t like it, let other refiners False monks choose. "

Huang Yun'er explained that the Zhenhai Palace allocated a large number of cultivation resources, and only a few people knew the specific list, so the good things should naturally be reserved for their own people.

Zhenhai Palace recruited a large number of high-ranking monks, which were naturally divided into relatives and estrangements. Wang Changsheng gave Fang Ming some golden mulberry trees last time, and Fang Ming would naturally repay him if he had the opportunity.

Most of the cultivators in Zhenhai Palace still use flying spirit treasures, and only a few of them can drive flying spirit treasures to travel.

Wang Qingshan nodded, with this sky-escape boots in his hand, he can escape from a strong enemy.

After he selected the treasures, he handed the golden jade plate to Wang Qingfeng and the others, and they each picked two spirit treasures.

After chatting for a while, Wang Qingshan left with Wang Qingfeng and others.

After half an hour, they appeared in a secluded street, the street was sparsely populated, with houses, attic manors and so on on both sides.

Wang Qingshan and others stood at the gate of a manor with blue bricks and glazed tiles. There were two stone lions at the gate, which were as tall as a man.

Wang Qingshan sent out a sound transmission talisman, and not long after, a gentle middle-aged man walked out quickly.

"Meet Senior Wang."

The middle-aged man bowed and saluted.

"Okay, it's none of your business, you go back! We're staying."

Wang Qingshan waved his hand, making the middle-aged man retreat.

Walking into the manor, there are exotic flowers and plants, pavilions, strange rocks and rocks, and arch bridge gardens.

This manor is so big that it can accommodate thousands of people without feeling crowded, not to mention that Wang Qingshan and his party only have more than a hundred people.

"Don't conflict with other monks, make as many friends as possible."

Wang Qingshan told them to let them move freely. to be continued