Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"This is a storage bag. The spiritual stones have been converted into one hundred and eighty-nine medium-grade spiritual stones. Fellow Taoist, click on them."

As he spoke, Manager Li respectfully handed Wang Fu an exquisite storage bag. Wang Fu had no taboos. In line with the principle of having to do something, he used his spiritual sense to detect the spirit stones in the storage bag. It was indeed the same as the other party's. As he said, no more, no less, exactly one hundred and eighty-nine middle-grade spiritual stones.

Wang Fu was quite satisfied with this.

Although hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones contain the same spiritual energy of heaven and earth as one medium-grade spiritual stone, the middle-grade spiritual stones are essentially purer. Not only are they used to practice much faster than low-grade spiritual stones, but they can also be used to arrange formations or activate some Secret arts, puppets of imperial messengers, etc. are all better than low-grade spiritual stones, so most of the time no immortal cultivator will use mid-grade spiritual stones to replace low-grade spiritual stones.

Even if you change it, it will be more than a few to ten coins.

Wang Fu also had a favorable impression of Zhenbao Pavilion's reciprocal behavior.

It's just that he was a little too attentive after all. There must be a reason for it. Wait, could it be his two elixirs?

Thinking of this, Wang Fu quickly spoke:

"The two Taoist friends have worked hard, and the spiritual stones are correct, but I don't know about Wang's two spiritual medicines..."

"Ahem," Steward Gan coughed a little embarrassedly when he heard this, "Forgive me, fellow Taoist, but this is exactly why I came here."

Wang Fu had a bad feeling when he saw this, and his face couldn't help but darken:

"Did something unexpected happen?"

At this moment, Wang Fulian speculated that any powerful monk had taken a fancy to his elixir, and that the elixir had been stolen or stolen.

"No, no," Manager Gan said quickly, "Actually, it's not a bad thing. When I took two elixirs to the first treasure appraiser of my Zhenbao Pavilion for appreciation, I happened to meet our pavilion master, who was very interested in these two elixirs. I attach great importance to it and specially asked the two of us to come and invite Fellow Daoist Wang to the third floor of Zhenbao Pavilion for a chat."

"Oh?" When Wang Fu heard this, he rolled his eyes and felt a little relieved, but he still looked gloomy and pretended to be dissatisfied, "Does this mean that Feng Zhicao and Thunder Stripe Flower are in the hands of your Pavilion Master?"

"Yes, I did not complete the valuation as agreed. This matter is my fault, but..." This was the first time that Manager Gan encountered this kind of thing. He knew that he was in the wrong. Coupled with the faint aura and coercion exuding from Wang Fu, It made his forehead sweat a little.

"Fellow Taoist, we are just the stewards of Zhenbao Pavilion. We dare not go against what the master says. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist!" Steward Li on the side also said kindly, "Fellow Taoist, don't worry, here are the rules of our Zhenbao Pavilion. In addition, our pavilion master is not an unreasonable person, and he must have come to see fellow Taoist to negotiate about two elixirs."

Wang Fu naturally understands this truth. Ever since they entered the elegant room, the two of them, Gan and Guanshi, have kept a low profile and even exchanged their spiritual stones for medium-grade spiritual stones to reciprocate their kindness. How could Wang Fu not know that they were so friendly?

"Is your pavilion master a real Jindan cultivator?" Wang Fu asked aloud. If the other party is a Jindan cultivator, then he really has to meet him. Firstly, he doesn't want to make a big enemy by himself, and secondly...if he does it properly, maybe It can also make Master Liuyun throw a rat-proof weapon.

After all, the meeting of the ten sects was about to take place, and Wang Fu was not sure whether Master Liuyun would take action against him. After all, he was nominally a subordinate of Master Liuyun, and his subordinate had obtained the Little Four Spiritual Array. Master Liuyun had control over the ten sects. How can the Jindan monks of the great sect give up?

How could he watch someone under his command possess the power to threaten him?

Manager Gan and Manager Li looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then replied:

"Fellow Taoist is well-informed. Although our pavilion master lives in seclusion and rarely shows his presence, and few monks in Shiling County know about him, he is indeed a monk in the Golden Core realm, and like Master Liuyun, he is in the middle stage of the Golden Core."

Wang Fu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He didn't expect that Manager Gan would actually reveal the realm of Master Liu Yun, so he couldn't help but look over with a half-smile.

Gan Guanshi acted as if nothing had happened, as if those words were not his. As for the last time he personally said that there were no Golden Elixir monks in the Treasure Pavilion, he never mentioned it.

"In that case, lead the way." Wang Fu was amused for a while, but his expression remained unchanged on the surface.

Manager Gan and Manager Li were obviously relieved, and then led Wang Fu out of the auction, walked through the beautiful corridor, climbed to the Treasure Pavilion, and finally reached the third floor.

The third floor of Zhenbao Pavilion is much more luxurious than the first and second floors, but it also looks particularly cold.

As soon as Wang Fugu stepped into this place, he felt a burst of spiritual consciousness coming toward him, which was two points stronger than that of Master Liuyun. If he hadn't also had divine consciousness that was comparable to the Golden Core Realm, he might not have been able to notice it at all.

However, Wang Fuzang was very clumsy and did not reveal any spiritual consciousness.

Beside the window, a beautiful woman in light blue palace clothes turned her back to Wang Fu and the others. She had a slender figure, a slender waist, and scattered green silk covering her half-exposed white shoulders. She was soft and solemn, like a painting. Picture scroll.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the black hair floated up, revealing half of the delicate and cold face, and an indifferent and beautiful voice slowly came:

"coming."

"I've met the Pavilion Master. We've invited Friend Wang here." Manager Gan and Manager Li bowed respectfully to the beautiful woman in palace attire.

"Well, you two go down first." The beautiful woman in palace clothes said slowly. After Manager Gan and Manager Li looked at each other, they slowly retreated and passed by Wang Fu. Manager Gan nodded slightly and Wang Fu also nodded.

Afterwards, Wang Fu bowed his hands towards the beautiful woman in palace attire and said:

"I've met you, senior."

Out of guilt, on the way here, Manager Gan intentionally or unintentionally revealed to Wang Fu some information about the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, such as gender, name, and his identity as a fourth-grade alchemist.

Wang Fu also knew the name of this beautiful woman in palace dress.

Yu Lan.

The beautiful woman in palace dress did not respond, still standing by the window, looking out at the sky, ignoring Wang Fu, as if she didn't know this person. Seeing this, Wang Fu's expression did not change, but he stopped bowing and even looked around, taking in the layout and costumes of the third floor.

For example, which place is the weakest, the fastest to escape, which place is suitable for hiding, and which place will cause turmoil in the whole building if attacked...

After a while, a stream of light fell from the sky and sank into the palm of the beautiful woman in palace dress. Just when Wang Fu was alert, the beautiful woman in palace dress finally turned around, and Wang Fu also saw the other's face clearly.

Long eyebrows, a slight glance, as bright as spring flowers, as bright as autumn moon.

With skin whiter than snow, she is like a snow lotus flower that walked down from the snowy mountain, aloof and dignified.

However, when the beautiful woman in palace dress spoke the next words, Wang Fu suddenly felt cold all over his body, his expression tensed, and she opened her red lips slightly, and a cold voice came slowly:

"Your name is Wang Fu!"

"You are from Daxia country, a former disciple of Luoyu Sect. After Luoyu Sect was destroyed, he became a casual cultivator. He hated Wanfamen and Lingshou Villa very much, and killed them on sight. There were at least eighty or ninety cultivators from the two sects who died in your hands."

"After the Fenglei Ruins were opened, he sneaked into the ruins and was targeted by Tong Hou, the blood son of the Blood Demon Sect. After several pursuits, he not only did not die, but killed the Blood Demon Sect Gu Taoist, and enslaved the White Bone Lord of Corpse Mountain and Linghu Sisi of the Hehuan Sect... He was on the must-kill list of the Tianluo Kingdom Demon Dao."

"Finally, he was trapped in the ruins world by Tong Hou's design."

"Four years ago, he appeared in Dajing Shiling County and became the supreme elder of Liuhe Sect."

"Is what I said right?"