Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The cold and cold energy on this person's body is extremely subtle. If Wang Fu's spiritual consciousness hadn't surpassed the Golden Elixir Great Perfection, he might not have been able to detect it.

"This cold aura is completely different from other monks of the Zhao family. It is either a foreign aid invited by the Zhao family, or a guy with evil intentions who has infiltrated the Zhao family and tried to plot something in Lingquan Valley."

Wang Fu was thinking this in his heart, his face had not changed at all, and he did not even look at the other party, but still focused on the woman in the blue dress named Zhao Shuang'e.

However, his spiritual consciousness glanced back and forth at this black-haired and bushy-browed man, and after a few breaths, he actually saw some clues.

"It turns out to be a Jindan cultivator. This person's Qi gathering skills are quite good. Even with my spiritual sense, I can't fully discern his cultivation. I just don't know if the Zhao family knows this person's identity."

Wang Fu secretly remembered this person's aura in his heart and did not make it public. As long as the other party was not a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was not afraid at all. Thinking of this, the vigilance in Wang Fu's eyes softened.

But at this moment, Zijian, who was heard on the side, whispered hesitantly:

"Jiang, Brother Jiang, Zhao Shuang'e's temperament is quite fierce. You'd better not stare at him all the time."

When Wang Fu heard this, he realized that his eyes were looking at the woman in the blue dress. The woman also noticed Wang Fu, who was holding a fist, showing a pair of small tiger teeth, and making a look. It looks quite ferocious.

Even though Wang Fu had survived for so long, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But on the surface, his expression remained unchanged. He just turned his face away casually and ignored the woman. However, when Zhao Shuang'e saw this, she became even more angry. She bit her silver teeth, moved her lotus steps slightly, and actually wanted to move directly towards them. The Wenren family came over.

When Wenren Zijian saw this, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch. He glanced at Wang Fu and saw that his eldest elder had a calm look on his face, and his figure was straight and unmoved.

At this moment, a colorful light spot appeared on the horizon in the distance, attracting everyone's attention. Zhao Shuang'e looked at the light spot in the sky, snorted slightly, and stopped.

Wenren Zijian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw light flashing on the sky in the distance, followed by streaks of colorful light, flying from far to near.

"The Feng family has arrived." Wenren Zijian knew that Wang Fu knew very little about the other two major families in the Chek Kok Mountains, so he quickly spoke in a low voice as if he were minding his own business, "The Feng family is famous for its sword cultivation, whether it is in the Qi refining realm or in the martial arts realm. Most of the basic level is flying with a sword.”

Wang Fu nodded slightly.

After a few breaths, the sound of breaking through the air came one after another, and the monks of the Feng family flew over Lingquan Valley. It was just as Wenren Zijian said. Although not all of them were flying with swords, most of the monks were stepping on them. A flying sword.

There are more than a dozen monks in the Feng family, headed by two Jindan monks, one male and one female. The male is a thin old man who looks to be in his fifties or sixties, and the other female is extremely young and looks about the same. She is in her early twenties, with a fair face and delicate appearance, just like the young Jindan realm woman from the Zhao family, with a graceful figure and an outstanding temperament.

She was wearing a pair of sword-shaped earrings. A closer look revealed that she had the aura of a magic weapon. Wang Fu could not help but take a look at this woman. The only thing that was not beautiful was that her face was cold and she looked like she should not be approached by strangers. .

Among the two people, the thin old man was the leader. This man was also the first to fall down. He looked proud and said with a black face and a cold face:

"Two fellow Taoists, you've been waiting for a long time."

"Fellow Taoist Jinyang, I haven't seen you in ten years, but you still have the same style." Wenren Qingcang and Zhao Renhai looked at each other, laughed, and walked slowly over together, the former slightly cupping his hands.

"Looking at fellow Taoist's aura, it must be that ten years have passed and his cultivation has improved again. I'm afraid he's not far away from the perfection of the golden elixir." Zhao Renhai stroked his beard under his chin and said in praise.

Facing the compliments of the two men, the thin old man still stood with his hands behind his hands, his face indifferent, but his expression was a little arrogant. This was the self-confidence derived from his strength. Who made him, the Feng family, the head of several major families in the Chek Kok Mountains.

But when he thought about how much cooperation the three major families actually had, the thin old man nodded slightly and said:

"The two fellow Taoists are also impatient. After this trip to Lingquan Valley, they obtained the spiritual ointment and refined several batches of 'Golden Yuan Dan'. I think they will be able to improve a lot."

"How can the little guys in our family compare to the swordsmanship of the Feng family's disciples like you, Fellow Daoist Jinyang? For so many years, my family has only been at the bottom, not to mention that the Xiong family wants to take a piece of the pie now." A sad look appeared on Inhai's face.

Although Wenren Qingcang has great confidence in this Lingquan Valley competition, he does not dare to show any signs of weakness at this moment, and also agrees from the side.

"The Xiong family... hum!" After hearing this, the skinny old man couldn't help but turn cold. He was obviously extremely dissatisfied with the Xiong family's forcible share of the pie, "Xiong Lie ran very fast last time, how come he's still running at this moment?" No one is seen?"

"Maybe it's a delay. Anyway, there's still more than an hour before the forbidden area opens, so there's no rush." ​​Zhao Renhai smoothed things over with a smile.

"Brother Renhai is right, there's no harm in waiting." Wenren Qingcang also smiled, but he was still sneering in his heart.

Xiong family? Haha...he has long since become a dead soul.

While the three ancestors were reminiscing and chatting here, on the other side, several Jindan monks also gathered together to talk and laugh. The young and handsome Jindan man from the Zhao family followed the Feng family very diligently. Beside the cold-faced woman, her eyes were shining, and everyone could see what she meant.

It's a pity that the cold-faced woman wearing sword-shaped earrings was indifferent to him and spoke little when she responded. If it weren't for the other woman from the Zhao family talking and laughing beside her, the cold-faced woman would have turned around and left.

Wang Fu found it funny.

The foundation-building cultivators in the three major families also knew each other. They gathered in groups of three or two and seemed to be communicating quite harmoniously.

Wang Fu came to a corner casually, intending to spend the last hour or so meditating, but as soon as he sat down, his brows slightly frowned.

There was no other reason, Zhao Shuang'e actually came straight to him.

"Your Excellency just stared at me for a long time, why are you hiding in this corner now?" Zhao Shuang'e stood in front of Wang Fu, looking down at Wang Fu who was sitting on the grass.

Wang Fu only felt a faint fragrance in his face, but he had no interest in this woman at all.

He said expressionlessly:

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstood. I didn't do it on purpose just now. I was attracted by the person next to you. This person made me feel pressured, not you."

"You mean this girl makes you feel no pressure?" Zhao Shuang'e glared.

"Yes." Wang Fu nodded, still without changing his expression.

"Hmph, what's your name? This girl will remember you. If you look down on me like this, I will definitely beat you up in the competition later." Zhao Shuang'e stomped her feet, and the peaks on her chest trembled, and Wang Fu's eyes couldn't help but tremble with it.

"I am Jiang Yan." Wang Fu's expression did not change.

"Jiang Yan... you wait." After Zhao Shuang'e said a "harsh word", she stepped on the lotus steps and left trembling.

Wang Fu looked at the back of this woman and shook his head slightly. After all, she was a cultivator hiding in the Chijiao Mountains. She had not experienced life and death. Although she had reached the state of great perfection in foundation building, her mind was no different from that of an ordinary woman.

As for the Feng family's sword cultivators, they all looked arrogant and overbearing.

However, among the sword cultivators, there was a guy who suppressed his aura at the Golden Core Realm, just like the Zhao family.

Although this person did not have a cold aura, and his sword aura was even stronger than that of other Feng family cultivators, it was precisely because of this that Wang Fu focused on investigating him and discovered a faint aura of a magic weapon flying sword on him.

"Is there something different about this trip to Lingquan Valley?"

Wang Fu thought to himself. If it weren't for his own breakthrough in strength, he really didn't want to continue to wade into this muddy water.