Chapter 1044： Wang Youwei

South China Sea, Wulong Sea, Qinglong Island.

Qinglong Island is 3,700 miles long and 1,300 miles wide. It was named after the master of the island, Master Qinglong.

Qinglong Island is located at the junction of Wulong Sea Area and Wuli Sea Area, and is thousands of miles away from Jinlong Island. Qinglong Island is a material transfer station. A large number of cultivation resources are transported from the rear to Qinglong Island, and then transferred to Jinlong Island. The wounded on the front line It is continuously transported to Qinglong Island and transported back to the rear. Therefore, Qinglong Island has gathered a large number of immortal practitioners and a large number of immortal cultivation resources, and the business is prosperous.

Song Ping was born in a loose cultivator with three layers of foundation building. He has four spiritual roots. He made a living by killing monsters. He was attacked by monster birds when he went out to sea, and all his companions died in battle. The ancient monk's cave house received a large amount of resources for cultivation, but he was also seriously injured and broke a hand. With the resources for cultivation of immortality, he bought six foundation building pills and was lucky enough to enter the foundation building period.

After entering the foundation-building period, Song Ping did not go out to kill monsters again. He rented a shop on Qinglong Island to buy and sell monster materials. With the contacts he had accumulated before, the business was not bad.

With his aptitude, he was already very good at entering the foundation-building stage, and it was almost impossible to form an elixir.

He currently has four sons and one daughter, one son and one daughter have spiritual roots, and two sons have no spiritual roots, so they help out in the shop.

On this day, Song Ping was checking the account book in the store. The eldest son Song Zheng was shouting at the door to attract customers. The younger son went to the street as a guide, and took customers to his store to buy things.

"Liu Xianshi is here, Dad, Liu Xianshi is here."

Hearing this, Song Ping looked up and looked out of the store. A man in a red shirt and a young woman in a blue dress walked in.

The man in the red shirt was tall and tall, with a long knife on his back, and his eyes were firm.

These two are Song Ping's old customers, Liu Wuya, the eighth floor of the foundation building, proficient in the swordsmanship, Lu Jiaojiao, the seventh floor of the foundation building, sword repair.

The couple are loose cultivators, the leaders of a demon team, and they often visit Song Ping's shop.

"Liu Daoyou and Mrs. Liu, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you. The old man just bought a good spirit tea, which is beneficial to cultivation. The two Daoist friends came just right."

As Song Ping spoke, he took out a tea set to make tea and entertained two old customers.

He took out two silver lotus seeds, put them into a teacup, poured boiling water into them, and exuded a seductive fragrance.

The tea is pale silver, with a fragrant aroma, a light sniff makes you refreshed.

Liu Wuya was not polite. He took a sip from the teacup, only to feel that his body was warm, and a slightly warm air was running around in his body. Fairy feeling.

"This is Yinlian Lingcha, which is produced by the royal family of Silver Snake Island. It is the Silver Snake Island where Qinglian Xianlu is located. This old man finally got some Yinlian Lingcha. The monks often drink it, which is good for cultivation.”

Song Ping said with some pride, the wounded from Golden Dragon Island were transported back to Qinglong Island and brought back news of the front-line battle. Qinglian Xianlu killed a Yuanying monster in the first battle, and beheaded a Yuanying monster. Fame The loud noise has long spread throughout Qinglong Island.

He was fortunate enough to make friends with the children of the Wang family, and bought some resources for immortal cultivation with the children of the Wang family.

"Manager Song, have you got what we want?"

Liu Wuya put down the teacup and asked with a smile.

Song Ping nodded, took out a red wooden box, and took out a palm-sized golden ore. The surface of the golden ore had some brown spots.

Song Ping held the golden ore in one hand and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Liu, this is the golden ashes stone you want. The brown spots are dried blood that cannot be washed away. The golden ashes are extracted from the golden ashes, and they are refined into the magic weapon. Among them, there is a certain chance to upgrade the magic weapon to the prototype of the magic weapon."

Liu Wuya nodded, reached out and grabbed the golden ore, intending to check it out.

A gust of breeze blew past, and a palm fell from the sky, grabbing the golden ore.

A look of anger flashed in Liu Wuya's eyes, and he turned his head to look at the owner of the palm.

A young man in a blue suit. He has handsome features and a tall stature. He holds a folding fan in his hand. His clothes are embroidered with the pattern of a small silver snake. Behind him are two men and one The three female foundation-building cultivators have a blue crow pattern on their sleeves.

"I want this ore, and I can pay double the price."

The tone of the youth in Huafu is indifferent, full of taste that cannot be rejected.

Song Ping saw the small snake pattern on the clothes of the young man in Chinese clothing, and his face was embarrassed. He recognized that it was the symbol of the royal family of Silver Snake Island. There is only one Silver Snake Island in the entire South China Sea.

The young man in Huafu looked young and had a seventh-level foundation building cultivation. He should be the core disciple of the Wang family. How could Song Ping dare to offend him? One is the Wang family of Silver Snake Island, and the other is his old customer. Song Ping is really troublesome.

Qinglian Xianlu's reputation is so great, if he offends the core children of the Wang family because of a trivial matter, he will have a hard time in the future. If he favors the children of the Wang family and annoys old customers, his future income sources will be reduced.

"Wang Daoyou, I'm really sorry, this piece was reserved by Liu Daoyou, and there is a golden gang stone in our shop is bigger than this piece."

Song Ping bit his head and said, and took out a piece of golden ore the size of a watermelon. There were no spots on the surface of this golden ore.

Gold ganglion ore is a third-order refining material. It can be refined into gold gangue sand and refined into the magic weapon. It can not only increase the toughness of the magic weapon, but also improve the quality of the magic weapon.

This piece of gold ganglion ore was kept by Song Ping to make his son's natal instrument, and now he has to take it out.

"No need, I want this piece of gold ganglion ore, let's sell the other piece to fellow Daoist Liu!"

The young man in Huafu said slowly, his tone was blunt, giving people a taste that could not be rejected.

"This"

Song Ping felt very embarrassed, everything came first, but he couldn't offend the children of the Wang family.

A young woman in a red dress behind the youth in Huafu stepped forward, looked at Liu Wuya, and said politely, "Young Daoist Liu, right? This is Daoyou Wang Youwei, Daoyou Wang is the grandson of Qinglian Xianlu, Qinglian. Lian Xianlu fought against the demon clan on the front line and made such a great contribution, you must have heard of Liu Daoyou!"

"Forget it, husband, we can't afford to offend the Wang family. It's just a piece of gold ore. There's no need to conflict with the descendants of Qinglian Xianlu."

Lu Jiaojiao sent Liu Wuya a voice transmission and pulled the corner of his shirt.

Liu Wuya suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Since Daoyou Wang likes this piece of gold gangre ore, then let Daoyou Wang give it to you!"

Wang Youwei nodded in satisfaction, happily paid double spirit stones, and strode away, the three young women in red skirts quickly followed.