If all members of the Wang family evacuate, it will definitely cause panic. At least until the demonic monks attack the Wei Kingdom, the Wang family cannot retreat as a whole. "Uncle Twenty-one, now that you're gone, I can't defend Wangjia Fort alone. Why don't we bring Uncle Seventh back? Second sister and the others are at Bailingmen and can't stay in Wangjia Fort permanently."
"That's okay. In addition, the clan members of Hongye Ridge all evacuated to Qingyuefang City. A few years after Changsheng left, the war broke out. It would be great if he was here."
Wang Mingjiang sighed, his eyes filled with sadness.
We don’t know how long this war will last.
"Uncle Twenty-one, didn't Ninth Brother and the others say where they were going? I'll send someone to look for them!"
"Changsheng said that he wanted to find the spiritual water of heaven and earth. The spiritual water of heaven and earth is something that grows naturally. How can it be so easy to get? Send someone to search for it in Dafang City, a neighboring country, hoping to find Changsheng. When I'm not around , the family will ask you to take care of it. By the way, before Chang Sheng leaves, leave me a Flying Needle Talisman. You can take it for self-defense! I hope you won’t need it.”
Wang Mingjiang took out a cyan wooden box, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes, and handed it to Wang Changfeng.
Wang Changfeng was a little moved. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said solemnly: "talisman! Uncle Twenty-one, this is too precious. It will be more dangerous for you to fight on the front line. You should keep the talisman for self-defense! There is a large formation to protect the clan. With the second-level puppet beast, nothing can go wrong."
"No, you have not been promoted to the third level of Foundation Establishment for a long time, and my seventh brother is on the second level of Foundation Establishment. With just the two of you, I don't feel comfortable going to the front line, so just accept it!"
Wang Mingjiang's attitude is very resolute. Two years ago, he married a female qi-refining cultivator from a cultivating family and gave birth to a son for him.
As long as the family is still there, his son can grow up smoothly. If the family cannot be saved, his son may not be able to grow up smoothly with the behavior of the demonic monks.
Wang Changfeng hesitated for a moment, accepted the green wooden box, and warned with concern: "Uncle Twenty-one, be more careful, I'll wait for you to come back."
"I will. When I am away, the family will be entrusted to you and Brother Seven."
After the two discussed, they called Wang Changhao and Wang Changyue and gave them each a Foundation Establishment Pill.
"Chang Hao, Chang Yue, the devil has invaded, and the front line is tight. According to the order of Bai Lingmen, I will lead my tribe to fight on the front line. You are already at the ninth level of Qi Refining. I hope you will take the Foundation Establishment Pill and successfully advance to the Foundation Establishment stage. , if I can’t come back, I’ll leave Changyang to you.”
Wang Mingjiang said solemnly, his tone a little heavy.
Wang Changyue quickly comforted him: "Uncle Twenty-one, you will come back safely."
"Yes! Uncle Twenty-one, please don't talk nonsense."
After hearing the two people's comfort, Wang Mingjiang nodded happily.
He gave a few instructions and led a group of tribesmen to follow the disciples of Bailingmen and rushed to the front line. Wang Changyue and Wang Changhao returned to their residence, took the Foundation Establishment Pill and entered the Foundation Establishment stage.
Feifeng Valley, the backyard of Baibingtang.
In the room, Wang Changsheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his face was very pale, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and bloodshot eyes could be seen.
A ball of blue flames floated in front of him, emitting an astonishing amount of heat.
As soon as he pinched the magic formula, the blue flame flew back to his mouth and disappeared. A blue wooden sword about two feet long appeared in front of him. The sword was a few inches wide and there was a flame pattern on the hilt. The Semu Sword emits an astonishing wave of spiritual energy.
"It finally worked."
Wang Changchang exhaled, and a look of joy appeared on his pale face.
He spent more than half a year and spent 40,000 spirit stones to refine multiple wooden flying swords. He combined the refining experience left by his ancestors to successfully refine the natal magic weapon.
"This sword is made of cold flame bamboo as the main material, let's call it the cold flame sword!"
Wang Changsheng said to himself, and waved his hand towards the Cold Flame Sword, and the Cold Flame Sword flew into his hand.
In order to increase the toughness, this cold flame sword was mixed with a lot of metal materials. It was not made from pure wood materials, and Wang Changsheng could also use it.
Speaking of which, his ability to refine his natal magic weapon was not only the weapon refining experience left by his ancestors, but also his powerful spiritual consciousness. Of course, if Wang Ruyan hadn't refined many second-level talisman seals for sale, Help him buy materials to refine the wooden flying sword, but he can't successfully refine the natal magic weapon.
Wang Changsheng put away the Cold Flame Sword and walked out.
As soon as he came to the front desk, he saw Pan Sheng.
Pan Sheng came to Baibing Hall every now and then, for fear that Wang Changsheng would take the materials and run away.
To be honest, if the 500-year-old Cold Flame Bamboo he took out had been sold at an auction, the transaction price would definitely exceed 30,000 spiritual stones. If Wang Changsheng and his wife were not locals, it would have saved his life. Well, Pan Sheng would not give Wang Changsheng the third-level materials to practice.
Seeing Wang Changsheng, Pan Sheng's face tightened and he hurriedly asked: "Fellow Daoist Wang, how are you? Have you refined it?"
Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and took out the Cold Flame Sword.
Pan Sheng was very excited when he saw the Cold Flame Sword. He stretched out his hand to grab the Cold Flame Sword, but was blocked by Wang Ruyan.
"Fellow Daoist Pan, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand."
Pan Sheng responded, took out a blue storage bag, and handed it to Wang Ruyan. After Wang Ruyan confirmed it was correct, he nodded to Wang Changsheng, and Wang Changsheng handed the Cold Flame Sword to Pan Sheng.
Wang Changsheng took out a two-foot-long section of Cold Flame Bamboo from the blue storage bag and observed it carefully.
Pan Sheng inspected the Hanyan Sword carefully, looking like he couldn't put it down, and he was very excited.
With this natal magic weapon, he will be much safer when hunting monsters in the future.
"Haha, fellow Daoist Wang, Pan really did not misjudge the person. You really refined it."
Pan Sheng put away the Cold Flame Sword and praised.
"Thank you for the award, Fellow Daoist Pan. I would like to ask, Fellow Daoist Pan, where did you get the Cold Flame Bamboo?"
"Sorry, I can't say that. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."
After Pan Sheng said this, he left in a hurry.
"Madam, pack your things. Let's go to Yue Kingdom to attend the sword discussion conference held by the Yang family in Ziyue Villa. We hope to get Xuanyou Hanshui."
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan packed their things, and after confirming that nothing was missing, they left Feifeng Valley and headed straight for Yue Country.
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The territory of the Yue Kingdom is mostly covered with high mountains and ridges, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is relatively abundant, and there are many immortal cultivating forces, including one, two, three sects and six immortal cultivating forces.
The two families refer to the Yang family and the Zhao family, the most famous of which is undoubtedly the Yang family.
The Ziyue Mountains where the Yang family is located is a famous Lingshan Holy Land in the Yue Kingdom.
In the early morning, the sky was just getting dark. Looking around, one could see giant peaks towering into the clouds. The clouds were shrouded in mist. From time to time, a group of cranes flew by. It was like a fairyland on earth.
On a mountain peak on the outskirts of the Ziyue Mountains, a row of exquisite green lofts were built against the mountain. At the foot of the mountain stood a silver stone tablet more than ten feet high, with three large lacquered gold characters of "Yingbin Peak" written on it.