Yuan Ming Zhenren nodded slightly and said to Wang Zhan, "This is how Yuan Ming is disrespectful. This spiritual beast in this place will be born, and Yuan must help him."
Yuan Ming turned his head to look at Mo Jiuxuan, and found that the other party looked calm and thoughtful, and asked, "What do you think with fellow Taoist Mo?"
Mo Jiuxuan is searching for Huiling Stone in the system.
Each medium-grade spirit stone is worth 300,000 yuan. The system prompts that the lower-grade spirit stone contains impurities, so the wisdom spirit stone in the system can only be purchased through medium-grade spirit stones.
Medium-grade spirit stones are relatively rare, but the traffic in the high-end market is not small.
After coming back to his senses, Mo Jiuxuan pretended to be a student, "My fellow Taoist Yuan, what is the market price of this pill?"
No, no, no?
What a precious thing you want to use for money?
Master Yuan said, "At least 600,000 medium-grade spirit stones."
Mo Jiuxuan calculated and grinned, "The Huiling Stone is too precious, so I feel guilty about it."
Wang Zhan said anxiously, "Minister Mo, this..."
Could it be that Mo Jiuxuan is still dissatisfied with the Wang family? This damn Wang Long is a great harm!
"This pill is useless to me for the time being, and Wuji Sect is ineffective and still needs resources..."
He didn't say anything after that, but just glanced at Wang Zhan with a smile.
Wang Zhan understood in a flash, "My Master Mo is dedicated to his duties, and Wang admires him. Since this is the case, I would like to offer 700,000 medium-grade spirit stones to thank Zhenren."
Yuan Ming looked at Mo Jiuxuan in surprise, "Fellow Daoist Mo, this thing has a price but no market. If you really sell it, you may not be able to buy the 700,000 medium-grade spirit stones."
"Fellow Daoist Wang is in love with each other, so I can't let the fellow Daoist spend too much. You should keep such a treasure in Panlong Mountain!"
Mo Jiuxuan Taoism.
Yuan Mingdao, "Fellow Daoist Mo has a noble character and admires him."
But he didn't mention the issue of his wisdom spirit stone.
Wang Zhan was grateful in his heart at this moment.
Although the Wang family members did not pay attention to their own cultivation, it was not that they did not pay attention to it, but that there was no genius who brought the Wang family to a new level.
Since there are spiritual beasts that are solemnly treated by dragons and turtles in front of you, why not seize the opportunity now and be in place in one go.
Mo Jiuxuan refused Huiling Stone and wanted the spirit stone. Wang Zhanle spent the spirit stone to avoid sending the wisdom spirit stone.
It hit it off.
The Wang family lacks strong combat power, but not spirit stones. Otherwise, Wang Fengxiang and Wang Long brother would have so many spirit stones to squander to win over disciples from outside?
Yuan and Ming praised it on the surface, but actually did not care.
The preciousness of the wisdom spirit stone cannot be measured by the spirit stone, even the medium-grade spirit stone cannot be used.
Mo Jiuxuan seems to have taken advantage. If he is promoted to the Nascent Soul in his year and does not have the assistance of the Nascent Soul Pill, this may be a hundred years and a thousand years.
The gain is not worth the loss.
In fact, Mo Jiuxuan is in the joy of flowers.
In the system, he can buy two wisdom spirit stones and can also gain 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones.
Make a fortune.
As for the spirit beast, he didn't care at all.
Apart from acting cute and cute, I can't count on it at all during the battle.
The bear that brought the Wang family is an example.
You can't expect it to fight with Jindan real person, so it's better to stew it and eat it directly.
At least the monsters on the eleventh level of the Spiritual Elements have strong muscles and tight flesh.
Bear paw is a rare mountain delicacy...
The three of them had their own thoughts and were all very happy.
Outside the mountain, the Red Blooded Bear, whose little master has not seen a sharp increase in strength, has now become the eleventh level of spiritual communication.
In just a short time, I was promoted to two levels and could not even dare to think about other sects.
But Mo Xiaoran, the Wuji Sect, had been refining the twelve levels of Qi in three years, and his father was even more exaggerated. The fourth level of foundation building in three years rose to the third level of Jindan, which was unheard of.
Even those darlings in ancient times were not better than him.
Now Taoist Master Xuanqing’s expectation for Mo Jiuxuan is not simply to promote the Golden Pill, but to leave the body stage, or even transform into a god and merge.
It fully demonstrates the greater the output, the greater the output.
As for the Red Blood Bear, it only brought some surprise to the sect, but no one really took it seriously.
The Mo family’s father and daughter are so terrible!
Wang Fengxiang was in a very good mood.
This time, many sects in Qingzhou have come, which shows that they are not in vain for their usual squandering outside, and they have met many friends.
When the spirit beast was born, it was also to tell those people with ulterior motives that I would be in good terms with the Wang family, so don’t mess with the Wang family, as it would mess with me.
Wang Fengxiang has also seen the violent bear under the crotch of the little girl in yellow shirt in Donghua Mountain.
At that time, it was only at the eighth level of spiritual communication, but it could burst out the tenth level of spiritual communication. It was an excellent spiritual beast with rare talented bloodlines.
Even in Panlong Mountain, it is still the top wave.
But now it seems that after the bear's realm has improved, its fur has been smoother, its body shape has become softer, and its body shape has even been reduced a little.
It doesn't look as hideous as before.
Wang Fengxiang, who looks weak on the surface, knows well how to control beasts, knows in his heart that the bloodline talent of the Blast Bear has greatly improved, far from the monster who struggled to survive in Donghua Mountain.
If you give it another hundred and eighty years, you may reach half of the level of dragon and turtle.
The Red Blood Bear was in charge of these things, carrying the little master to run freely.
The little master is gentle and cute, and is kind to himself. He often gives him some precious elixirs to eat, so the old master is much more stingy.
Only violent bears are allowed to prey on wild animals and birds in the back mountain, and there is no magic pill. Occasionally, they will kick them twice when they are in a bad mood.
He is just a cute little bear who is cute, why do he treat the Lun family so rudely?
A servant dressed as a servant came to Wang Fengxiang and leaned into his ear and said something.
Wang Fengxiang's face was immediately gloomy with a chuckling look. He immediately bowed to Wei Qianfang beside him and said apologetically, "Miss Wei, I still have some trivial matters to do, so I won't accompany you. Please feel free!"
"Mr. Wang, do you have any trouble? Do you need help?" Wei Qianfang said.
Wang Fengxiang felt a little excited. The careful flattery during this period was indeed not in vain. God paid off.
"Some small things are no more troublesome."
With a bow, he and the servant walked away in a hurry.
“When did you leave?”
After passing through the pavilion and passing through the courtyard, the two walked in a hurry.
The servant said, "Two incense sticks ago, Xiao Li met. The two people around the second young master were not here to congratulate him, nor did they appear in the registration book at the guest house.
I thought it was wrong, so I rushed to report to the eldest son immediately.
I heard from a few guards that I went to Feiyun Lake.”
"Well! Have you been to the Second Young Master's yard?"
"I sent someone, and I guess there will be a reply soon."
The two walked all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and halfway through a servant came to report, "Big Master, it's not good. All four people guarding the Second Master are dead, and the Second Master is missing."
Wang Long just had a bad look and was a little too arrogant, but after all, he was Wang Fengxiang's brother.
Some time ago, people from the Resurrection Hall threatened Wang Zhan, and Wang Zhan also told his eldest son about this.
Wang Fengxiang did not expect that the Resurrection Hall would dare to come to rob people. It should be noted that there are more than a dozen people from the sects living in Panlong Mountain, including many foundation-building cultivators and four or five golden elixirs.
He calmed down in his heart and ordered, "Wang San, you should report this matter to my father, Wang Qi, go and tell Uncle Lei, and ask him to take people to Feiyun Lake and join me immediately."
Looking at his serious expression, he called Wang San's servant, "Young Master, isn't things very troublesome?"
Wang Fengxiang was a little irritable, but he had always been calm and said calmly, "It's not clear yet, and we have to wait for the other party to reveal his true intentions.
However, the other party had already found Wang Long and must have made some plans.
I'll go find out first so that Wang Long will suffer a loss."
"The second young master was kidnapped, and it was a forced one. Master, I will report to the head of the family now, be careful on the way."
There were people coming and going on a hillside, and many people bowed to Wang Fengxiang. Wang Fengxiang looked kind and returned the gift with a humble and cautious manner, and asked Wang Long where he was going.
Unfortunately, Wang Long was imprisoned in a villa most of the time, and not many people knew him, so Wang Fengxiang had to patiently continue to rush to Feiyun Lake.
After leaving the town, he stepped on the eaves and ran quickly, a few minutes faster than riding a blue wolf.
The scenery on both sides flew backwards, and Wang Fengxiang seemed to be walking leisurely in the garden, but every step was about three feet away.
In the past two years, he has worked a lot, and now his cultivation has reached the eighth level of Qi Refining.
From a distance, Feiyun Lake is like a huge mirror embedded on the earth, with clear waves rippling and beautiful.
On the grass on the shore, three people stood facing the lake.
"Wang Long, don't tell me, you haven't thought about it yet."
A man in a light green robe sneered, "It's over now, and I can't look back."
Wang Long is somewhat similar to Wang Fengxiang, but he is thinner. At this time, he is confused and refuses to respond for a long time.
The man in the light green robe looked thin, with deep cheeks and two long and slender willow-leaved eyebrows that made him look a little mean.
"The person has been killed, and we have also arrived in Feiyun Lake. This is your last chance. If you are willing to stay in the shadow of your ruthless brother for the rest of your life, as long as you shake your head, we will leave immediately.
Hehe~ But, you, the second son of the Wang family, may not have a chance to make a comeback in your life."
Wang Long clenched his fists and his breathing was a little rapid. He turned his head and looked at the mean man, "If you help you get the spirit beast, will you definitely help me become the head of the Wang family?"
"Haha~ That's natural. Let me tell you the truth. The Lord of the Palace is not taking it seriously. Supporting you to become the head of the family is a piece of cake for the Resurrection Hall.
Of course, the premise of all this depends on whether you cooperate or not.”
He pulled out a short dagger, cold and cold, "If you don't cooperate, I don't mind putting your blood here and attracting the dragon turtle out."
Wang Long was shocked. When he thought that he could become the head of the family in the future, his power and darkness in his heart immediately rose.
"Okay, I promise you! Let's go to the center of the lake first."
"Is that right, royal chief."
The clan leader called Wang Long and his heart were full of joy.
Everything is betrayal, what is betrayal, what is blood thicker than water, and what is family bondage, all of them are all rolling aside.
I, Wang Long, swear here that I must become the leader of the Wang family.
The mean-faced man took out a wooden board the size of a thumb and threw it into the water. When the wind was blowing, he turned into a raft that was 15 feet long and 8 feet wide in the blink of an eye.
The man jumped up lightly, and the other man followed closely behind. The two stood on the raft and looked at Wang Long.
"Captain of the Royal Family, please!"
Wang Long's eyes were no longer entangled, but instead became solemn and confident. He jumped onto the raft, stood between the two, with his hands behind his back, facing the direction of the center of the lake.
The mean man looked at each other with another man in gray robe, and the two laughed sarcastically.
Then, he snapped his fingers, drove off the shore, and walked forward through the waves.
When Wang Fengxiang rushed to the shore, he looked into the distance and saw three people standing on a raft in the lake, the one in the middle was wearing the gorgeous clothes that his younger brother usually liked to wear.
Wang Fengxiang was impatient and jumped up to the lake, galloping above the sparkling lake like a dragonfly, with explosions and splashing waves behind him.
At the same time, he released the blood of the royal son of the Wang family and secretly sent a message to the spirit beasts at the bottom of the lake, asking them to intercept the raft.
The air suddenly became solemn, as if it contained endless tyranny. Figures of all sizes under the water began to swim uneasy, and then the raft flocked to it from all directions.
The man in the gray robe on the raft shook his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand, looking at the big and small figures rushing from the depths of the water, with murderous intent everywhere.
"slow!"
Wang Long waved his hand to stop the man in gray robe. These are spiritual beasts raised by the Wang family and will belong to him in the future. He is reluctant to let outsiders slaughter them like domestic animals.
"Brother, you are not the only one here who is the Wang family's direct descendant!"
Wang Long slowly closed his eyes and ran the Wang family's beast-control technique in his body, forcing bloody energy to connect the minds of the spirit beasts at the bottom of the lake.
The spirit beasts were stunned at first, then dumbfounded, and were at a loss for the two completely opposite orders at the same time, and were wandering back and forth uneasy below the lake.
The mean man looked at Wang Long in surprise. Unexpectedly, this simple-minded and ambitious second son of the Wang family was still quite capable, and he was not much weaker than his brother.
So he no longer paid attention to Wang Fengxiang who was chasing him in the distance and urged the raft forward with all his strength.