Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

In Baiduanfang City, everything is business as usual.

After the disguise, Wang Fu adopted the pseudonym Wang Yan and wandered around the stalls in the market. Occasionally he had a heated argument with the stall owner over an item, and successfully created the image of himself as a casual cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm.

This will make things much easier.

A few days later, Wang Fu set up a stall in Fangshi, selling some first-level talismans.

With his status as a talisman master, the stall owners around him became much more polite to Wang Fu. Wang Fu also took the opportunity to bring the topic to Wanfamen intentionally or unintentionally. These stall owners were quite critical of Wanfamen. After all, after Wanfamen took over Fangshi, they had to use part of their spiritual stones to honor Wanfamen.

It's just that due to the strength of Wanfamen, everyone can only complain in their hearts.

Wang Fu took the opportunity to pretend to accidentally reveal that Wanfamen and Spirit Beast Villa used mortals' orders to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and the Blood Spirit Beast.

Every one of those casual cultivators were shocked when they heard the news. Such demonic behavior made them have to worry about what happened to their hometown. After all, as casual cultivators, most of them got the opportunity to practice from the ordinary world. Come.

Of course, some people doubted whether the news was true or false, but Wang Fu's words planted seeds in their hearts. From now on, whenever they heard about the destruction of the village, they would naturally doubt Wanfamen and Spirit Beast Villa.

Wang Fu followed the same pattern, changing several identities a day to spread the news in Baiduanfang City. In less than two or three days, the whole Baiduanfang City had spread the news that Wanfamen and Spirit Beast Villa were practicing magic under ordinary orders. .

You may not know much about the Blood Spirit Beast, but the name of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is enough to make monks feel numb and fearful of the demonic weapon no matter where it is.

Once you enter the soul flag, you will not be enchanted or ghosted, and you will not enter reincarnation if you do not go to the netherworld.

He can only become a ruthless evil spirit who only knows how to kill, a devil.

It took six days in a row for Wang Fu to stop. He once again disguised himself as a different person and sat in an inn in the city, drinking wine and listening to the comments coming from all directions, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He knew that the purpose here was achieved.

"Although everyone is whispering, this place has been controlled by Wanfa Sect. It is only a matter of time before it reaches the ears of Wanfa Sect. Disciples will definitely be sent to investigate. If anyone comes, I will kill one, and if a pair comes, I will kill a pair. "

A cold murderous intent flashed in Wang Fu's eyes, and the hunt for Wanfa Sect disciples had officially begun.

However, before the disciples of Wanfamen arrived, Wang Fu saw a familiar yet surprised figure in the market.

It was a monk sitting in the corner of the inn, with a hunched back and a cautious expression. Especially his empty left arm was the most eye-catching. His head that had been lowered seemed to be like Wang Fu, listening to the other monks in the inn. speech.

"Zhao Zelin!"

Wang Fu's pupils shrank. Although the other person's appearance changed drastically, his body was mutilated, and even his cultivation level was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, Wang Fu could be sure that this person was the Zhao Zelin who deliberately made things difficult for him and humiliated him when he started. .

This is the first "acquaintance" Wang Fu has seen in the past four years after the Luoyu Sect was destroyed.

"I didn't expect that he was not dead..." Wang Fu frowned slightly, twisting into the character "Sichuan" between his eyebrows. His expression changed, sometimes coldly, sometimes relaxed, sometimes full of murderous intent, sometimes sighing and smiling bitterly.

Wang Fu is very complicated. Logically speaking, based on what Zhao Zelin did to him, he would have a clear conscience even if he killed him. However, the Luo Yu Sect was destroyed, and he misses others when he sees them...

"According to what Mo Fu said, Zhao Zelin's master, the master who fought at the top of the mountain until the last moment of his life, self-destructed to give his fellow disciples a chance to escape... Although I have always disliked that grandson because of Zhao Zelin's identity. Elder, I have to express my admiration." Wang Fu looked at Zhao Zelin from the crowd in the inn, "Zhao Zelin, what role did you play when the sect was destroyed?"

"The arms were cut off, and the cultivation level dropped..."

"Wait a minute, his Dantian is on the verge of being broken. No wonder his cultivation has dropped to the fifth level of Qi Refining..."

Wang Fu touched his chin and decided to go and meet the other party for a while.

He stood up and walked towards Zhao Zelin's corner table, and immediately sat down as if there was no one else around. He was now in a state of disguise. Not to mention that Zhao Zelin couldn't recognize him, not even Yun Ningshuang could recognize him.

As expected, Zhao Zelin just raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Fu warily, then slowly lowered his head again.

Wang Fu called the inn boy and asked for another pot of wine.

Pouring the wine, Wang Fu pushed one of the two full wine glasses in front of Zhao Zelin.

He raised the wine glass in front of him, drank it down in one gulp, and then spoke in a deep voice:

"I have nothing to do. I think it's boring for you to sit in this inn without ordering food or wine. I am also a idle person, so I would like to treat you to a drink."

As he said this, Wang Fu filled up his wine glass again.

Zhao Zelin raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Fu again, as if searching for memories in his head. After finally confirming that he had not seen him, he lowered his head again, extremely vigilant.

"Your Excellency, you don't want to give me face?" Wang Fu snorted coldly, and the breath of the seventh level of Qi Refining pressed towards Zhao Zelin. Within a moment, Zhao Zelin's face became uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand why this person suddenly targeted him, and wanted to get angry, but he touched his Dantian, and even though he felt ashamed and angry, he just tightened his fist.

Finally, he drank the glass of wine in front of him.

"Thank you!" The hoarse voice was like someone who has been walking in the desert for several days without getting a drop of water. It was extremely raw and unpleasant.

Wang Fu saw this and thought that the other party would be as arrogant and domineering as before. Not to mention that he would attack and hurt people, he would also leave in anger. After all, his cultivation level only showed the seventh level of Qi Refining. How could the arrogant Zhao Zelin look down on him even if his cultivation level dropped?

And with his combat awareness, although he only had the fifth level of Qi Refining and his spiritual awareness was damaged, his real combat power was definitely higher than the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Hehe..." Wang Fu sneered undisguisedly and murmured, "It seems that people can change."

Zhao Zelin looked up suddenly after hearing this.

Looking at Wang Fu's unfamiliar face, he was in doubt.

Wang Fu dipped his fingertips in the wine and wrote the word "全" on the table.

Zhao Zelin's pupils shrank. How could he not understand the meaning of this word if others did not understand it?

His master Sun Qian was the leader of Jinshan Peak of Luoyu Sect, and he was also a member of Jinshan Peak Law Enforcement Hall. Now that Luoyu Sect has been destroyed for several years, there are fewer rumors circulating among the casual cultivators.

He has also lived in shame for several years.

"Sir... who is it?" Although he suspected that the other party was also a disciple of Luoyu Sect, Zhao Zelin really couldn't remember that Luoyu Sect had such a person, so he had to lower his voice and ask, staring at the other party.

But the teasing in his eyes made him feel familiar.

Wang Fu looked at Zhao Zelin's trembling eyes, and he felt a little happy for no reason. Zhao Zelin, who was once so arrogant, has this day?

He stood up and walked out of the inn.

Zhao Zelin looked at the word "Jin" written on the table with wine. When his expression was complicated, even the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly. Finally, he gritted his teeth, stroked the table with his palm, and the font disappeared. He also stood up and followed him out of the inn.