The Rise of the Shen Family

With the Qingyunmen cultivator seated, the birthday banquet continued to proceed step by step, but the patriarchs sitting below were still discussing, and some with sensitive noses had already sensed something unusual.

Faced with this situation, Shen Huanchi and the two just watched silently. The more intense the conflict between Qingyunmen and the Wang family, the more likely they would agree to their request and complete their cooperation.

"Who is this Wei Wusheng?"

Shen Huanchi looked at the location of Qingyunmen and asked Shen Jinghua:

"He is the third disciple of the Master Ziyun, and he is known for being arrogant in the sect. Except for the two brothers in front of him, the other brothers are not in the eye.

Although this person is only in the middle stage of foundation building, but because of the special cultivation technique, his strength is comparable to that of a late stage cultivator! ..." Shen Jinghua told all the news he knew in the sect.

"It seems that the visitor is not good!" Shen Huanchi couldn't help sighing, but he didn't take it to heart.

If so few people dared to do it at the birthday banquet, then they would underestimate the royal family.

Just as Shen Huanchi and Shen Jinghua were talking, a member of the Wang family walked in from outside the lobby, holding various birthday gifts.

These birthday gifts were brought by the bigwigs from all sides to wish the old man Wang's birthday. Although it was just a passing scene, the things that were shot could represent the face of the family and the strength of the family.

Therefore, these birthday gifts are at least third-order treasures, panacea, heaven and earth treasures, magic weapons and sharp weapons.

I saw two strong men carrying something and came to the old man Wang, put it down and shouted:

"The Xue family in Pingzhou sent a third-order mid-grade flame gun!"

As another waiter lifted the spirit cloth in his hand, a red spirit spear appeared in everyone's eyes.

The tip of the gun was blazing with cold light, and the body of the gun was two feet long.

"Good gun!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed. All the bigwigs in the room were very vicious, and they could see the extraordinaryness of this gun at a glance.

But after hearing that it was sent by the Xue family, it was not surprising.

The Xue family is also a foundation building family in Pingzhou County, and their ancestors were also from Qingyunmen. It is worth mentioning that this Xue family ancestor had a third-order high-grade craftsman master, so the Xue family lived on crafting for generations.

In this area of ​​the four counties of Qingyunmen, apart from Qingyunmen, his Xue family is the most powerful in the art of refining tools. Every year, he earns a lot of spirit stones from the Xue family.

Moreover, the relationship between the Xue family and the Wang family is extraordinary. The two are brother-in-law, so it is reasonable for the Xue family to send such a gift.

"Brother Lao Xue Xian!" Wang Qiyan thanked the other old man with a wide-eyed smile.

"Brother Wang, you're very polite, my brother has passed his birthday, I should be a virtuous brother." The old man of the Xue family stood up and cupped his hands.

"Good good!"

Wang Qiyan said good words in a row, which showed that he was very pleased. The Xue family sent this third-order spiritual weapon to support the Wang family, and also expressed the deep relationship between the two families, so that other families could see it.

On the other side, where the Qingyun cultivator was seated, a young Qingyunmen cultivator said disdainfully:

"Isn't it a third-order spiritual weapon? Look at their appearance! It will scare them to death!"

"That's right!" Several other Qingyunmen monks who were not familiar with the world agreed.

"Shut up!"

An icy voice came out, and when those people heard Wei Wusheng's voice, their expressions changed, and they all silently closed their mouths.

After the Xue family gave the gift, another family's birthday gift was displayed, but these were ordinary things, no longer as eye-catching as the Xue family's spirit spear, but these ordinary things were also third-order Spiritual objects are above thousands of spirit stones.

Originally, what Shen Huanyan had prepared for Shen Huanchi was a third-order mid-grade spirit grass.

However, before coming, Shen Huanchi replaced it with a low-grade spiritual plant.

On such occasions, Shen Huanchi didn't care about his face at all. Besides, there was still a big business to discuss with the Wang family.

Just as the ceremony was about to end, Wei Wusheng, who was watching the ceremony, got up and came to the center of the lobby.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he bowed his hands to Wang Qiyan and said:

"My teacher asked me to prepare a birthday gift for Senior Wang!"

As soon as this sentence came out, it was amazing, and it was something that ordinary people could bear.

After hearing Wei Wusheng's words, Wang Qiyan, including the Wang family's Ling and several foundation-building cultivators, frowned slightly.

Wang Qiyan saw that Wei Wusheng looked like a junior, so he couldn't say anything, he could only see what he wanted to do.

As soon as Wei Wusheng finished speaking, he took out an object from the storage bag, and a golden light flew into the air. After it flew into the air, the spiritual object began to grow rapidly.

I saw that a golden bell hung above everyone's head, golden light radiated in all directions, and bursts of bells began to echo in the lobby.

From the radiating spiritual power fluctuations, it is not difficult for everyone to feel that this golden bell is a third-order high-grade spiritual weapon!

The bells echoed in the lobby, and Sanskrit sounds began to come out from the bells, making everyone addicted to it for a short time.

After the Sanskrit sound penetrated into Shen Huanchi's ears, Shen Huanchi's mind relaxed and gradually became a little addicted, but Shen Huanchi was a cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment after all, and he woke up quickly and patted Shen Jinghua who was beside him.

"What's the matter!" Shen Jinghua, who woke up, looked at the golden bell hanging above his head with a wary expression.

"This is a sonic attack, which will affect people's sanity! Calm down and don't listen!" Shen Huanchi said solemnly.

...

"wake up!"

An old but slightly angry voice resounded in the lobby, like a roar of a lion.

Everyone woke up from their absence, all staring at the golden bell with a look of horror, obviously the experience just made them very scared.

"What is the meaning of Daoist Wei!" Wang Qiyan asked, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Senior Wang, you don't need to be angry. This spirit bell is a rare sonic artifact, and the effect must have been seen by the seniors." Wei Wusheng said with a smile on his face, while looking around the family heads who were celebrating birthdays.

"This spiritual tool is from the master craftsman of Qingyunmen. It is already a third-tier top-grade. The sound waves he emits will also attack the monks in the later stage of foundation building without any precautions!" Wei Wusheng explained again, saying Let the golden bell hanging above everyone's heads slowly fall.

At the same time, the old Xue family's face became ugly, and this spirit weapon left the Xue family's third-order mid-grade spirit gun far behind.

"There is a fellow Daoist Laowei!" Wang Qiyan said calmly.

Just when the guests were dissatisfied with what Wei Wusheng had just done, Wang Qiyan turned his head and said to another foundation-building cultivator of the Wang family:

"In the middle, put it away!"

"Yes, the patriarch!" The Wang family's foundation building arched his hands.

With a wave of his right hand, a burst of spiritual energy shot out, wrapped around the golden bell, and then stretched out his hand to withdraw it.

Unexpectedly, the golden bell, which was supposed to be taken back, didn't move at all, no matter how the cultivator cast spells, it stayed there.

At this moment, the group of Qingyunmen monks brought by Wei Wusheng began to laugh.

"Trash, I can't even take back a spiritual tool! This treasure is wasted in vain!"

...

After the guests here heard what Wei Wusheng had done before the union, they could see that this birthday banquet was no longer so simple. Qingyunmen was deliberately making things difficult for the Wang family.

Seeing that the clan did not take back the golden bell, and was ridiculed by so many people, a middle-aged man on the side shouted:

"Zhongzhong, what's going on!"

At this time, Wei Wusheng, who was just looking at all this with a smile, said:

"Such spirits will choose the master! Can't ask for it!"

After speaking, he looked at the Wang family with a look of good drama.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to cast a spell, Wang Qiyan turned his head and said:

"Zhengrong, everyone in the middle step back!"

Then, all the spiritual power of Wang Qiyan's late-stage foundation-building cultivator poured out, and the red spiritual power surrounded him. The terrifying pressure belonging to the late-stage foundation-building cultivator swept into the lobby, and Wang Qiyan's thin body now seemed to be Hidden infinite energy.

Wei Wusheng and the guests present were a little shocked when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that the old man of the Wang family had already arrived in this field.

Shen Huanchi was also a little lost after seeing the spiritual power of Wang Qiyan, and thought to himself:

"Is this the fluctuation of spiritual power in the late stage of Foundation Establishment?"

Standing up, Wang Qiyan looked at Wei Wusheng solemnly and said:

"In that case, the old man will come and pick it up in person!"