Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Seeing Hua Qing's appearance, Wang Fu felt funny in his heart.

Taking steps, he had arrived at the edge of the cliff, with Zhong Ping following closely beside him.

Hua Qing looked at the shattered limbs and pieces of meat, muttered a few words that only she could hear, and then turned around and came to Wang Fu's side.

"Fellow Daoist Huaqing, you are not a casual cultivator, right. Do you know the situation in the Wind Breathing Valley? Is there any danger? Where is the 'Fengzhicao' exactly?" Wang Fu looked at the horizon in the distance, the flying monster soaring in the sky. Beast, frowning slightly.

Hua Qing turned her head and looked at Wang Fu, sighing secretly.

This Wang Fu was obviously very strong. He was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, but he could defeat fellow cultivators with one hand and make them run away. He was as powerful as the demon cultivator Wu Yangzi. If he hadn't used the "Blood Escape Technique" to escape, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape death at that time.

But he is such a person, always cautious in everything he does, and will never fight head-on if he can make a sneak attack. Now seeing the coveted Wind Breathing Valley that people long to enter, he also looks cautious and cautious, which is really admirable.

This made Hua Qing more determined to follow Wang Fu. Her original choice was not wrong.

Thinking of this, Hua Qing responded obediently:

"To be honest with you Daoist Wang, the little girl comes from a cultivating family in the Dajing Kingdom of the Four Kingdoms in Southern Xinjiang. This time she acted secretly without telling the elders of the clan. According to the rules of the Dajing Kingdom, the little girl is also considered a casual cultivator."

When Wang Fu heard this, he couldn't help being surprised. This was the first time he heard that the fourth country of the four southern kingdoms was called Dajing. He couldn't help but be curious. But now is not the time to go into details. He can only suppress his thoughts and wait. Hua Qing's next words.

Just listen to Hua Qing continue to say:

"The little girl doesn't know much about the Feng Lei ruins. The classics in our clan all have general descriptions, but the description of Feng Zhicao is quite detailed."

"It is recorded in the classics of the little girl's clan that Fengzhicao grows in the Wind Breeze Valley with no fixed direction. When the colorful clouds appear in the sky, it breaks out of the ground in the land filled with blue light. It is three inches tall and has a leaf that lasts a thousand years. It disappears after three moments. Day after day.”

"As for other information, I don't know."

"However, I heard Ye Yang mention it before. There are three extremely dangerous things in Wind Breath Valley. One is the black eagle in the sky, the other is the tiger on the mountain, and the third is the green snake demon vine. Foundation-building monks will basically die if they encounter it. The ending.”

Hua Qing spoke softly while looking at Wang Fu. Seeing that Wang Fu still looked calm and unchanging after hearing the three dangerous things, she couldn't help but feel that Wang Fu was becoming more and more unpredictable.

Along the way, she had seen Wang Fu take action dozens of times, and each time he easily solved the battle, either by sneak attack or with the help of Zhong Ping, without revealing his true strength at all.

Only when he defeated the demon cultivator Wu Yangzi with one move and forced him to use the "Blood Escape Technique" could he get a glimpse of Wang Fu's strength.

However, Hua Qing knew very well that that was definitely not Wang Fu's true strength. Although it was not the tip of the iceberg, it was certainly only a small part.

"The black hawks in the sky...should be those black shadows in the distance." Wang Fu looked at the monsters soaring in the sky in the distance and said casually, "With these flying monsters, the sky is almost forbidden to fly, even if you are flying The spiritual weapon can only move close to the ground."

"We still only operate on the ground. As for the tigers on the mountain top and the green snake demon vines you mentioned, we can only pray not to encounter them."

After that, Wang Fu used the wind control technique and jumped off the cliff, followed closely by Zhong Ping, a loyal slave.

Seeing this, Hua Qing stamped her feet and jumped off the cliff.

The three of them moved left and right on the steep cliff, floating down like leaves as lightly as leaves, passing through the clouds and mist, and arrived at the foot of the mountain peak after a while.

However, when he was still eight or nine feet away from the ground, Wang Fu suddenly noticed extremely subtle fluctuations in spiritual power on the ground. He frowned and immediately sent a message to Hua Qing:

"Fellow Daoist Hua Qing, there is abnormal spiritual power on the ground. I'm afraid someone is setting up an ambush here. You and I should slow down a bit, and I'll ask Zhong Ping to go down and investigate."

At the same time as he was transmitting the message, Wang Fu gave orders directly to Zhong Ping. His feet were like taking root, nailed to the cliff. He used the concealment technique and the concealment technique at the same time, and his whole body merged with the color of the cliff. For one.

Hua Qing was slightly startled when she heard this, but she would not refute at this time. She immediately stopped on the cliff like Wang Fu and used the concealment technique.

Zhong Ping was different. After receiving Wang Fu's order, he fell straight to the ground like the most loyal slave.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, red flags immediately appeared on the ground. Red chains stretched out from the flags, surrounding Zhong Ping from all directions at extremely fast speeds, locking his hands, feet and body.

At the same time, four monks in red robes slowly appeared.

When Wang Fu, who was eight or nine feet away, saw this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered in his heart: "A monk from the Fierce Fire Sect, haha..."

"Fellow Daoist Hua Qing, wait for me here."

Wang Fu left a message in the message, and he melted into the mountain wall and escaped.

When Hua Qing saw this, she secretly sighed that Wang Fu was going to do his old trick again. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel sad for the four red-robed monks.

Sure enough, within a moment, terrifying spiritual power fluctuations came from the ground, and a red-gold sword light flashed, accompanied by roars and frightened sounds, but it calmed down after just a few breaths.

Hua Qing knew that the four monks had passed away.

"Fellow Daoist Hua Qing, you can come down now."

After Wang Fu's voice reached her ears, Hua Qing floated down without hesitation. At the same time, two storage bags also fell into her hands.

Hua Qing was naturally happy holding two storage bags. As for the dead cultivators, that was none of her business. She said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Wang is really amazing. These four people are at least at the late stage of foundation building. You killed them so easily."

"It's not easy either. Zhong Ping was seriously injured." Wang Fu shook his head slightly. Hua Qing heard that and then found that Zhong Ping was sitting on the ground with blood spitting out of his mouth. His breath was very weak and he looked like he was healing.

"What should we do?" Hua Qing frowned slightly.

Wang Fu did not respond directly, but said to Zhong Ping:

"Zhong Ping, use all your secret techniques of the Spirit Beast Villa to see how many of your fellow disciples of the Spirit Beast Villa are in this Fengxi Valley."

"Yes, Master." Zhong Ping opened his eyes, stopped healing, nodded respectfully, and then ignored his own injuries and used his remaining spiritual power to perform the secret technique.

In less than a few breaths, he finished his practice and said:

"Master, there are thirteen monks from our Spirit Beast Villa in Fengxi Valley, five of whom have completed their foundation building, and eight of whom have reached the late stage of foundation building."

As he spoke, Zhong Ping suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and he was about to die.

Seeing this, Wang Fu had no sympathy, and glanced at him with cold eyes:

"Zhong Ping, your mission is completed."

"I understand." Zhong Ping nodded, "Please grant me death, Master."

Wang Fu did not change his expression, and slapped Zhong Ping's head without hesitation. Zhong Ping immediately bled from all seven orifices, and his vitality completely disappeared. He collapsed, and at the same time, a spiritual seal in the shape of the word "slave" slowly emerged from his head, fell into Wang Fu's hand, and was collected by him.

When Hua Qing saw this scene, she felt a chill and couldn't help but say in a teasing tone:

"Fellow Daoist Wang is really cold and heartless..."

But just as she finished her words, a colorful cloud appeared in the distant sky, followed by a green light falling from the sky.