Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Spring went and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, Wang Fu had been in the Dajing Palace for two years.

Li Hongying had not come again, but Shan Xiongjiao had come twice to compete with Wang Fu. Although Wang Fu easily defeated him each time, his strength was improving rapidly as he said.

After a few visits, they became more familiar with each other.

She told Wang Fu about the recent situation in Dajing.

For example, many auctions in Dajing Treasure Pavilion showed spiritual medicines that were helpful for forming pills, such as wind-stopping grass and thunder-patterned flowers.

This led to a wave of pill-forming craze in Dajing.

Many of the foundation-building great perfection cultivators who had participated in the duel had already retreated to prepare for forming pills, such as Gao Ting from the Gao family, Li Sheng from the Li family, and the confined Li Jianshan...

On this day, in the underground secret room.

Suddenly, a sword sound came from his abdomen, and Wang Fu's eyes finally opened again, flashing with undisguised joy.

"Finally it's done, my natal flying sword!"

Wang Fu opened his mouth and a beam of green light suddenly shot out from his mouth. After spinning twice above his head, it slowly landed in front of him, revealing its true form.

This is an ancient green sword, about three fingers wide and three feet long, like jade or copper, transparent and integrated, with strands of red-gold lightning arcs wrapped around it, emitting an incomparably magical luster.

"Li Hongying named her natal flying sword 'Yu Liuli', so my natal flying sword can't be outdone. Let me think about it..."

Wang Fu looked at the natal flying sword in front of him and smiled. He stroked the sword gently. After a moment, his eyes lit up and he slowly uttered a few words:

"You are all ancient green. You and I will each take a character and call you 'Qingfu'."

As soon as Wang Fu finished speaking, a ray of spiritual light suddenly appeared on the sword body one inch below the hilt, as if a magic pen had drawn it. Two beautiful small characters in iron painting and silver hooks slowly emerged, which was "Qingfu".

"The sky is blue and the underworld is dark, and it will not fall."

"From now on, you and I are one, living and sharing."

"Zheng!"

The sword was spiritual, and it seemed to understand Wang Fu's words. The body of the Qingfu sword trembled, and a sword chant seemed to come out of the abyss, full of joy.

Then it turned into an ancient green light, sank into Wang Fu's body, and hovered in the dantian where most of the spiritual power had crystallized.

Wang Fu made a spell to destroy the secret room, then emerged from the ground to collect the small four-spirit formation. He looked at the towering tower again, and the image of Li Hongying appeared in Wang Fu's eyes. It was suppressed by reason in his heart for a moment, and disappeared. He also slowly disappeared in the Dajing Palace.

But he left without saying goodbye.

The flying sword of his life was completed, so there was no need to continue here.

…

A month later, a burly figure took the seal given by Li Hongying and entered the Dajing Palace again, heading straight for the West Palace Tower.

It was Shan Xiongjiao.

However, when he stepped into the tower, he paused for a few breaths, then turned around and left with a solemn face. His face was no longer as bold and rough as usual, but instead had a little deep haze.

After Shan Xiongjiao left the Dajing Palace, he went back to his residence as usual. His residence was located in the corner of Shangjing City. It was a remote courtyard, ordinary, and there were many courtyards like this around.

He returned to the room at the deepest part of the courtyard and first made a spell. As the spiritual power surged, a layer of fog immediately appeared in the room, and soon filled the entire room. This fog not only prevented the divine sense from exploring, but also blocked the sight and sound.

After doing this, he carefully took out a wrinkled talisman from the storage bag. The talisman was bright yellow and glowing. If Wang Fu was here, he would be shocked.

There was no other reason. The aura emitted by this talisman was actually a third-level high-level talisman.

Shan Xiongjiao looked at this talisman with deep fear in his deep eyes. Then he took a deep breath, pinched the complex seal, and hit the talisman. The talisman also slowly floated up, not only the wrinkles disappeared, but also returned to smoothness, and emitted a bright light.

It was not until a few breaths later that Shan Xiongjiao stopped with sweat on his forehead. He opened his mouth and said the word "fast", and the talisman immediately turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

However, Shan Xiongjiao did not relax. Instead, he knelt on one knee with a nervous look on his face, and said respectfully with some trembling towards the empty space in front of him:

"Welcome... Master Anzi to come!"

As his voice fell, complex spiritual patterns emerged from the air, forming a magic circle about the size of a square meter like a whirlpool. When the magic circle took shape, a somewhat illusory figure also appeared from the magic circle.

"Get up!" The phantom gradually solidified, and finally a handsome middle-aged man with his hands behind his back and a tuft of goat beard under his chin appeared.

"Shan Xiongjiao, is there something important that you used the 'Thousand Miles Xiangyin Note' to summon me? But did something happen to Wang Fu?"

"Master Anzi is very good at predicting things," Shan Xiongjiao did not get up, but kept his head down. "Wang Fu is no longer in the Dajing Palace. The first time I found him, I activated the talisman you gave me."

"Finally he is willing to come out." Hearing this, the shadow sneered for a while, and then asked in a deep voice, "When did it happen?"

"No, I don't know. The last time I saw him was four months ago." After Shan Xiongjiao said this, his body suddenly tensed.

The shadow was silent, and cold sweat broke out on Shan Xiongjiao's back.

"Hmph!" The shadow finally spoke, and a cold snort made the temperature of the room drop suddenly, "Four months... Looking for another person is like looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"Shan Xiongjiao, is this how you complete the task?"

Although it was just a shadow maintained by the magic talisman, Shan Xiongjiao still felt fear in his heart at this moment. He knew the methods of the man in front of him, and he also knew that his power was great. He immediately made a "boom", touched his forehead to the ground, and begged for mercy.

"Lord Anzi, forgive me. Wang Fushen is in the Dajing Palace. His subordinates don't know when he will leave. They can only enter the Dajing Palace once every few months for the sake of discussion. If the frequency is too frequent, I'm afraid that Suspected by Li Hongying and Wang Fu..."

"Okay, I can't blame you for this. Wang Fu knows how to escape from the earth. It's not surprising that you can't detect it with your cultivation level." Xuying snorted, and then continued, "Be sure to let everyone know if this news is spread. Those cultivating immortal families know about it.”

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely finish it." Shan Xiongjiao solemnly responded.

"Well, once this matter is over, prepare to form the elixir."

The shadow nodded slightly, and then his figure became darker and darker until he disappeared.

"Congratulations to Master Anzi..."

It wasn't until the power of the spiritual talisman completely disappeared and there was no more spiritual patterns in the room that Shan Xiongjiao slowly stood up, but his whole body staggered.

And the clothes all over him were already soaked.

At the moment when the shadow in front of Shan Xiongjiao completely disappeared, he was in a secret room tens of thousands of miles away.

Lu Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a bright yellow light flashed away.

"This 'Qianli Xiangyin' consumes a lot of money..."

"But now that Wang helped this boy leave the Dajing Palace, Xuezi must be informed about this matter. I really didn't expect that a humble boy from the Luo Yu Sect could have such potential. It really made me miscalculate. If I had known this, They should have been killed decades ago.”

"The strength he shows now is not as good as that of Xue Zi when he was in the Foundation Establishment Realm."

"It's a pity that Xuezi is trying to break through the gate of Five Elements Immortal Sect and can't get away, otherwise he would definitely come in person..."

"But since I am responsible for the blood, then I will make this kid a public enemy of the entire southern Xinjiang!"

"At that time, capture him again, hehe..."

…

Wang Fu didn't know that Lu Feng was the secret son of the Blood Demon Sect.

After he left the Dajing Palace with the Earth Escape Technique, he used the disguise talisman to disguise himself and left Shangjing City without incident.

Wang Fu now urgently needs to find a place with abundant spiritual energy to form alchemy in seclusion. Shangjing City is the imperial capital of Dajing, and it hides countless masters. If he forms the elixir here again, the strange phenomena that will be formed during the elixir formation will definitely become the target of public criticism. .

As for the ordinary grand palace, it cannot hide the strange phenomenon of elixir formation.

Wang Fuke didn't believe that Spirit Beast Villa would really let him go, and he didn't even believe that Li and Gao, the two major immortal cultivating families in Dajing, would.

So, he must leave.