Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Af"Do you also know about the 'divine power talisman'?"

After Wang Fu said this, he looked at the woman in the white dress with a somewhat inexplicable look.

He deliberately drew this "divine power talisman" for the purpose of seeing the reaction of the woman in the white dress. This talisman comes from the [Heavenly Talisman Sutra], but it is not common. At least Wang Fu has never seen it anywhere else, and the effect of this talisman is also quite useless for the immortal cultivators who practice spiritual power, so very few spiritual talisman masters will practice this talisman.

"I heard it, I heard it." The woman in the white dress paused in her gentle voice.

"I think it's more than just hearing it. You must be quite familiar with this talisman to be able to tell it at a glance." Wang Fu smiled and spoke again. Seeing this, the woman in the white dress became more vigilant in her eyes, but in addition to vigilance, there was also some doubt.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wang Fu stopped forcing her so as not to scare her. Moreover, this is not a place to explore the truth. If it affects his entry into the Wenren family, it would be a bit of a loss.

The two of them exchanged very quickly, and it took only two or three breaths. At this time, except for the green-robed old man, others also discovered the dazzling golden light of the talisman drawn by Wang Fu, and there were bursts of exclamations of gasps.

Everyone looked at Wang Fu with an expression of disbelief.

Especially the male and female cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm.

"Level 2 top-level talisman!"

"This, this senior is so powerful. If I had this ability, why would I still be in the Qi Refining Realm after practicing for twenty or thirty years? You are worthy of being a foundation-building senior."

"However, I heard from the Taoist friend next to me that the talisman drawn by this senior is a 'divine power talisman'. As far as I know, the effect of this talisman is comparable to supernatural powers for physical cultivators, but it is like chicken ribs for spiritual power cultivators like us." Some people also questioned.

The old man in the Confucian robe also successfully drew the second talisman at this time. This talisman emitted a faint green light and was full of spiritual power. It was a level 2 high-level talisman. Perhaps because the energy consumption of drawing this talisman was too great, the old man in Confucian robe was slightly panting and his face was a little pale. But when he saw the second-level top-level talisman drawn by Wang Fu, he was immediately frightened.

But when the words "divine power talisman" came to his ears, he sneered again, and his face changed between red and white for a while.

"Humph, what's the matter with the second-level top-level talisman? It's just a useless talisman. Once this old man's "Returning Spirit Talisman" comes out, I will definitely win the championship."

The old man in Confucian robe snorted lightly, met Wang Fu's eyes, and his expression was somewhat mocking. Then he raised his finger with a spiritual light, and the "Returning Spirit Talisman" on the table floated up like it had wings, and then was hit by it towards the jade pillar with the talisman.

A strong spiritual light flashed, and the jade pillar swallowed the talisman directly.

After doing this, the old man in Confucian robe felt relieved instead, stroked his long white beard under his chin, and looked up at Wang Fu.

Wang Fu looked calm. Instead of being angry, he found the other party's provocation funny. Then he picked up the "magic power talisman" and threw it at the jade pillar, and then was swallowed by the jade pillar.

Seeing this, the woman in white sighed, and her pale face was full of lost worry. Although she did not have a stunning appearance, her delicate and delicate appearance could make countless men want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.

She put away the drawn talisman and did not put it into the jade pillar.

"Daoyou, why did you put the talisman away? Why not give it a try?" Wang Fu tidied the table, left a mark quietly, and took two steps back.

"Senior, you are joking," the woman in white said after she bowed her hands. "Knowing that we can't win, trying again will only bring shame upon ourselves. This little trick of mine is really not good enough in front of the two foundation-building seniors. Besides, the Wenren family's test jade pillar swallowed the talisman, but it will not spit it out again."

"My family is not big, and it takes a long time to recover after drawing a talisman. I really don't want to throw it away so easily."

"Swallow the talisman?" Wang Fu looked at the jade pillar, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he understood what the Wenren family was thinking after thinking about it. This kind of freeloading behavior is really shameful.

I'm afraid that the other four jade pillars are not much better. Every time they recruit guests, there are at least nearly a hundred cultivators coming. As long as they sacrifice the jade pillar, swallow the talisman and spy on the magic, it is really simple.

But even so, every time the Wenren family recruits guests, the surrounding casual cultivators will not be absent. I think it is also a willing fight and willing to be beaten behavior.

Soon, a golden light shot up from the jade pillar with the word "talisman" and a golden talisman emerged, bathed in golden light and shining.

It was the "divine power talisman".

Wang Fu looked up at the talisman, and his mouth curled up slightly, but he was not surprised.

The old man in the Confucian robe looked incredulous, and his hands were shaking with anger.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"How can a useless talisman compare to my "returning talisman"? There must be something wrong with the jade pillar. Only the talisman grade is considered, ignoring the value of the talisman itself. It must be like this, it must be..."

The old man in the Confucian robe was unwilling, staring at the golden talisman floating on the jade pillar, and then looked at Wang Fu, his eyes were red, almost cracked, and he looked like he was on the verge of exploding.

Fortunately, at this time, the middle-aged man of the Wen family who controlled the whole scene saw the light of the jade pillar and floated over on the flying spiritual weapon, otherwise Wang Fu would really worry that the old man could not control his emotions.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, why are you so excited? Since our clan's test jade pillar has already determined that this talisman wins, then this fellow Daoist in black is the winner." The middle-aged man glanced at Wang Fu and nodded slightly, with a little more respect in his eyes than at the beginning.

Wang Fu also nodded in response with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Taoist Zijian, what I drew is the 'Spirit Recovery Talisman', which can restore the spiritual power of foundation-building monks in a very short time, and that talisman is just a useless 'divine power talisman', which has almost no effect on spiritual power monks like us. It's useless." The old man in Confucian robes hurriedly defended himself when he saw the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man known as "Zijian" looked at the "divine power talisman" suspended on the jade pillar, then looked at the old man in Confucian robes and said coldly:

"Although the 'divine power talisman' is useless, it is a genuine second-level top-level spiritual talisman. Being able to draw it easily shows the ability of this fellow Taoist in black to make talismans. His ability to draw other spiritual talismans is certainly not weak. On the contrary, Fellow Daoist Xu, this is the limit for you to draw this 'Returning Spirit Talisman'. Although it is a second-level high-level one, its quality is average and cannot be compared to the talisman-making method of this fellow Daoist in black."

"I..." The face of the old man in Confucian robes turned green and red. Then he gritted his teeth and moved his lips slightly. He actually used the technique of transmitting sounds into secrets. At the same time, a fiery red light flashed away in his hand.

Others were confused, but Wang Fu sneered in his heart.

With his spiritual consciousness, he could clearly hear the message transmitted by the old man in Confucian robes, and he could also clearly see the flash of light on his hand. It was a piece of red iron about half the size of a fist.

"Brother Zijian, you and I are old acquaintances. Last time, I was not able to get into Wen's family because of my insufficient means. This time, I have successfully cultivated the 'Returning Talisman'. You must be accommodating."

"In addition to cultivating spiritual talismans in the past few years, I accidentally obtained a piece of 'Red Fire Iron', which perfectly matches the properties of brother Zijian's flying sword. If it is refined into it, it will definitely be able to make brother Zijian's flying sword It is not impossible to reach the next level of quality and reach the highest level of spiritual weapons."

"What do you think, brother Zijian?"