Chapter 372 Wang Lin (first update)

The Kingdom of Wu is a big country, and it is the frontline country for the human race to resist the monster race.

The human race has been developing the Eastern Wilderness for thousands of years. The demon clan has not invaded the human race for a long time. The Wu Kingdom is close to the demon clan and has abundant monster resources. In addition, rare treasures flow out from time to time, attracting a large number of immortal cultivators to Wu. country to do business.

The Tianquan Mountain Range is located in the northern part of the Wu Kingdom, with a radius of more than 100,000 miles. It is rich in monster resources and produces some elixirs that are relatively rare in the outside world, attracting a large number of monks to hunt monsters here.

Tianquan Mountain, the third major city of Wu State, is located here.

Deep in the Tianquan Mountains, in a hidden valley.

A huge cyan light curtain covered more than a dozen one-horned deer inside. The one-horned deer were blue-spotted all over and were large in size. Their bodies were scarred and bleeding.

Around the cyan light curtain, Wang Qingshan and more than a dozen members of the Wang family surrounded the cyan light curtain. Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao each held a palm-sized cyan formation plate in their hands, and the others each held a cyan formation flag in their hands.

They have been away from the family for five years. Although they have the assistance of the puppet beast, some members of the clan still died tragically at the mouth of the monster. Hunting the monster is a very dangerous thing, and wealth can only be gained in danger.

They still have fourteen people, and most of the puppet beasts are seriously damaged and cannot be used. Fortunately, the second-level high-grade puppet beasts can still be used, but Wang Qingshan rarely uses them and keeps them as a trump card.

They are now replacing shotguns with cannons, using formations to kill monsters, and try to avoid direct fights with monsters to reduce casualties.

"Work harder, these one-horned spirit deer can't hold on for long, let's fight quickly."

Wang Changhao shouted in a low voice, and mana was injected into the formation disk crazily. The formation disk suddenly lit up, indicating that a cyan full moon pattern emerged.

After hearing this, Wang Qingshan and others poured a large amount of mana into the formation flag.

A large number of cyan light curtains emerged out of thin air, turning into thousands of cyan wind blades that were about a foot long.

A loud "chichi" sound broke through the air, and dense green wind blades shot towards more than a dozen one-horned deer.

The demon power of this group of one-horned spirit deer has been exhausted, and their bodies are covered with scars, making them unable to withstand the intensive attacks.

A burst of screams sounded one after another, and more than a dozen one-horned spirit deer fell into a pool of blood one after another. They were too dead to die, and the blood stained the ground red.

After killing the one-horned spirit deer, they removed the formation, and Wang Qingjun and others stepped forward to dispose of the monster's body.

The single horn of the one-horned spirit deer can be used to make elixirs, and its meat is edible.

After processing the monster materials, Wang Qingshan raised his hand, and a cyan shuttle flew out, rising in the wind, and hovering a few feet above the ground.

After everyone went up, Wang Qingshan pinched his magical power, and the green shuttle's light swelled and flew high into the sky, turning into a blue light and disappearing into the sky.

One day later, the cyan shuttle landed at the foot of a towering peak mountain.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are buildings of different sizes, with a large number of monks coming in and out.

There is a blue stone tablet at the foot of the mountain with three golden characters "Tianquan Mountain" engraved on it.

Wang Qingshan put away the blue shuttle and led his tribe members up the mountain.

Not long after, they stopped at the door of a five-story blue pavilion. On the gleaming plaque were the three characters "Tianquan Pavilion" written with flying phoenixes.

"You guys wait for us here for a while and we'll be out soon."

Wang Changhao gave instructions and walked in with Wang Qingshan, while Wang Qingjun and other clan members stayed where they were.

Not long after, Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan walked out, with faint smiles on their faces.

Wang Changhao threw a green storage bag to Wang Qingjun and said: "Qingjun, this is your share. If you have extra, go buy some good wine and food. Let's have a good meal and rest for a while."

"Okay, Uncle Eighteen."

Wang Qingjun smiled happily, took the storage bag, and left with other clan members.

Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan walked along the street, talking and laughing.

Half a quarter of an hour later, they came to the door of a grocery store and put away the smiles on their faces.

The owner of Wang's Grocery Store is a 17 or 18-year-old girl in a green skirt. The store is filled with ordinary materials. This store is inconspicuous.

"Seniors, is there anything I can help you with?"

The girl in the green skirt had a smile on her face and asked enthusiastically.

"Little friend Wang, is it convenient to meet your grandpa now?"

Wang Changhao said politely.

"It's convenient. Grandpa is in the backyard. You can go find him yourself!"

Wang Changhao thanked him and walked to the backyard with Wang Qingshan.

In the backyard, a white-haired old man in green robes was lying on the Taishi chair, holding an ancient book in his hand, reading with gusto.

Wang Changhao forced a smile on his face and said politely: "Friend Wang, long time no see."

“If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go.”

The old man in green robe said coldly.

Wang Changhao was not angry either and winked at Wang Qingshan. Wang Qingshan took out a cyan wooden box and two cyan wooden boxes and placed them on the tea table next to the old man in green robe.

The old man in green robe put down the book and opened the green wooden box and the green wooden box.

Inside the cyan wooden box was a palm-sized bloody Ganoderma lucidum, which showed that several golden spiritual patterns were faintly visible, exuding a strange fragrance. Two cyan wooden boxes contained two bloody ginseng plants about a foot long.

The old man in green robe softened his expression, rolled up his sleeves, put away the blue jade box and the blue wooden box, and said indifferently: "It's good, I'll take it. Tell me what you want!"

"We want a set of second-level mid-grade enemy trapping formations. The red blood golden zhi and red blood ginseng alone are certainly not enough. This is the remaining balance."

Wang Changqing took out a green storage bag and handed it to the old man in green robe with both hands.

The green-robed old man swept his consciousness, nodded with satisfaction, took out dozens of yellow formation flags and two yellow formation disks, and threw them to Wang Qingshan.

"This formation is called the Wind and Sand Formation! The second-order high-grade monsters are trapped, and it's very difficult to escape. It's hard for immortal cultivators."

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang."

"Nothing else, you can go."

The old man in green robe picked up the book and started reading, and ignored Wang Changhao and Wang Changhao.

Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao were not angry either. The old man in blue robe was named Wang Lin. He was proficient in formations and sold formation flag formation plates.

The formations Wang Lin sells are better than those on the market, but he has a bad temper. He will only sell formations if he can get something he is satisfied with. If you can't get something he is satisfied with, no matter how much you have, Spirit Stone, he won't sell you the formation flag formation disk.

Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan came into contact with Wang Lin many times, and then they figured out Wang Lin's preferences.

Perhaps because of his age, Wang Lin likes alchemy materials that replenish qi and blood the most. Apart from alchemy materials, he almost doesn't like other materials.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao appeared in a quiet courtyard with a three-story green attic.

"Uncle Eighteen, this Wang Lin is proficient in formations. It would be great if this person could join our Wang family. It will be much easier for us to hunt monsters in the future."

Wang Qingshan took a sip of spiritual tea and said casually.

"This person is definitely not a casual cultivator. With his ability, no force should turn him away. He has not joined other forces. He must have something hidden. It is better to have more than less. Don't mention this in front of him. He He may not think highly of our family, and if we offend him, we will lose more than we gain."

Wang Changhao warned with a solemn expression.

Large stores in Fang City also sell second-level formations, but the quality is not as good as Wang Lin's, and the quality is also more expensive. Wang Lin's temper is a bit stinky. As long as there are alchemy materials that can replenish qi and blood, it will not matter if there are fewer spiritual stones. It doesn't matter, if he offends Wang Lin, it will be a big loss.

Wang Qingshan nodded and said with a smile: "I know, I just said casually that with his accomplishments in formation formation, it is impossible for him to join our Wang family."

An alluring aroma wafted out from the attic. Wang Qingjun walked out of the attic and said with a smile: "Uncle Eighteen, Brother Seven, the food is ready. Come and eat! I'm waiting for you."

Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan responded and walked towards the green attic.