Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The time for the opening of Lingquan Valley has arrived.

But there is still no sign of the Xiong family, not to mention Xiong Lie, not even a trace of a spirit beast has been seen.

Whether it is the thin old man of the Feng family or Zhao Renhai, the ancestor of the Zhao family, they can't help but frown, and Wenren Qingcang naturally imitated them and pondered.

As for the others, they can all feel the displeasure of the three ancestors. The foundation-building cultivators are silent, and several Jindan cultivators are also communicating with each other to discuss countermeasures, but they are all dissatisfied with the Xiong family.

After a while, it was the thin old man who spoke again, breaking the silence:

"The time has come, the two Taoist friends are ready to start opening the forbidden area. As for the Xiong family... Since Xiong Lie doesn't care, there is no need to wait for him. If he talks about it later, we have a reason to make him speechless."

"Fellow Daoist Jinyang is right, so I won't wait." Wenren Qingcang stroked his beard.

"That's the only way." Zhao Renhai sighed, agreeing with the words of the thin old man.

Immediately, the three of them stood in the air at the same time, pinching their hands, revealing their late Jindan cultivation without any concealment, and then the spiritual power gathered, and a strange-looking spiritual seal appeared in front of each of the three people.

"Clang!"

A sword chant suddenly sounded, and a blazing sun rose above the thin old man's head. A closer look showed that it was a wide and long sword with a golden body. The aura of this sword was as vast as the sun, and it was intimidating as soon as it appeared.

The spiritual seal sank into the long sword, and the next moment it stabbed towards the Lingquan Valley shrouded in thick clouds and mist.

Wenren Qingcang and Zhao Renhai were also not slow, and almost at the same time they sacrificed their own life magic weapons. The former was the golden disc magic weapon, and the latter was a red alchemy furnace.

The spiritual seal sank into the magic weapon, and like the golden long sword, it hit the entrance of Lingquan Valley.

With a loud "boom", in the eyes of all the expectant people, the clouds and mists dispersed to form a hole, revealing a huge stone gate six or seven feet high.

This stone gate was covered with dense rune prohibitions. After the three magic weapons smashed into the gate, the stone gate finally opened slowly, and a pure and majestic spiritual power surged out like a tide.

Everyone was overjoyed and ready to fight.

"Everyone quickly enter the valley."

The cold voice of the thin old man came, and all the foundation-building monks of the three major families outside the valley, led by the golden elixir monks of their respective families, turned into streams of light and rushed into the gate.

Wang Fu mixed in the crowd and saw that the three magic weapons each emitted unique spiritual power fluctuations, embedded in a specific position on the stone gate to prevent it from closing. Only then did he realize that these three magic weapons were the keys to open this stone gate.

With a flash of light, a huge square appeared in front of everyone.

The square was empty, with only a high platform of several dozen feet in radius that was the most conspicuous. From a distance, the words "fighting" were engraved on the white jade ground in the center of the platform.

At the end of the square, a magnificent white jade hall stood. This hall was magnificent and there was an endless supply of spiritual energy emanating from it. Wang Fu's spiritual sense probed it, but it was a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.

This surprised him slightly.

He could only see with his naked eyes that the words "Spiritual Spring" were engraved on the plaque in the middle of the white jade hall.

Wang Fu just thought about it and realized that the eye of the spiritual spring must be in this hall.

A moment later, all the people from the three major families came to the square, including the Jindan cultivators of the three ancestors, all standing in front of the hall at the end of the square.

The next thing was much simpler.

According to the previous rules, each of the major families sent three foundation-building cultivators to participate in the fight.

There was no Xiong family this time, so there were nine people from the three major families in total. Each of them had to fight with the six cultivators from the other two major families. Regardless of winning or losing, the order of the fight was determined by drawing lots. In the end, the ranking of the three major families was determined by the total number of wins of the three cultivators, and the spiritual paste was divided.

Although this form of fighting was a bit strange, it was extremely beneficial for those masters who could defeat six with one.

Because there were not many people, they naturally would not fight in several venues, so they were held on the white jade platform in the square according to the order of drawing lots.

As for the referee, in order to avoid suspicion, a third party from the two non-participating children would be selected as a Jindan cultivator. This has always been the rule, and it is fair and just.

Soon the drawing of lots began.

Wang Fu also knew the cultivators from the Feng and Zhao families who participated in the fight.

They were all in the state of foundation building.

In addition to Zhao Shuang'e, the other two people in the Zhao family are men, including the black-haired and thick-browed man with a cold aura. His name is Duan Xiao, but it is unknown whether it is his real name.

The other person is a plain-looking man named Zhao Yan, but his fiery red hair shows that the cultivation method he practices must be related to the fire attribute.

The three people from the Feng family who participated in the competition, except for Mu Ziping who was wearing green clothes and hiding his cultivation, the other two were one fat and one thin, two Taoists.

Just at the moment when the draw was over, the graceful Jindan-level woman from the Zhao family with a pair of unparalleled white and slender thighs came to the white jade platform, and her clear and beautiful voice slowly sounded:

"The first battle in Lingquan Valley, Feng Geng from the Feng family vs. Jiang Yan from the Wenren family."

As the long-legged woman's voice fell, a fat Taoist walked out of the Feng family team. After hearing his pseudonym, Wang Fu also jumped onto the white jade platform.

When the three major families saw the two people, there was a lot of whispering.

"I want to know who this person is. I have never seen him before. He looks like he has a strong cultivation base."

"You can tell at first glance that he is a retainer. This Feng Geng is different. He is a direct descendant of the Feng family and has inherited the true teachings of the Feng family's ancestors. It is said that he and Feng Bing, another Feng family genius, are both once-in-a-century geniuses of the Feng family. How can a casual retainer compare to him?"

"Heh, a bunch of idiots."

...

The fat Taoist priest of the Feng family, who looked to be about 28 or 29 years old, touched his belly and looked at the strange man several feet away with some contempt, with a smile on his face.

In the intelligence of his Feng family, there was no information about this person before. It seems that he is a retainer recruited by the Wenren family in recent years. According to past practices, each trip of their three major families to Lingquan Valley would have another retainer to participate. The purpose is to give the retainers in the family some sweet things to make them loyal.

This practice of winning people's hearts is well known to everyone.

And often these retainers who come to Lingquan Valley to participate in the battle are the best retainers recruited by the major families, but how can they compare with the direct descendants of their families.

So Feng Geng didn't take the man opposite him seriously at all, especially when he saw the ordinary-looking man opposite him, who looked nervous as if he was facing a great enemy, he laughed even more happily.

He immediately took out his spiritual weapon and held it in his hand, waiting for the long-legged beauty referee to announce the start, and then he sacrificed the spiritual weapon and defeated the man opposite.

In front of the Lingquan Hall, several Jindan cultivators who were watching this scene from afar also had an expression of determination of the outcome.

"Brother Jinyang, it seems that the first prize of this game has been won by your Feng family again this time!" Zhao Renhai stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"It's too early to say that." The ancestor of the Feng family did not change his expression, but his eyes still showed his pride.

However, Wenren Qingcang looked calm. Although he didn't know how the elder would win, the outcome would not change.

And at this point, there was no need to be modest and hide anything.

"Brother Qingcang seems not to be worried, but rather quite confident. Could it be that this guest you recruited has something special?" Zhao Renhai couldn't help but laugh when he saw Wenren Qingcang's appearance.

"Haha... Brother Renhai, let me keep it a secret, and we'll see." Wenren Qingcang couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile.

As soon as this was said, not only the ancestor of the Zhao family was puzzled, but also several other Jindan cultivators around him showed curious expressions, and even the cold-faced Jindan woman of the Feng family was the same.

At this time, the long-legged woman of the Zhao family stepped to the sky beside the high platform and announced in a delicate voice:

"The fight begins."

Feng Geng heard this and immediately shook his hands. The spiritual weapon flying sword in his right hand was suspended above his head. The golden light flashed in his left hand and turned into a golden light shield around his body, defending himself tightly. Although he was sure of victory, Feng Geng was also a cautious person. No matter who he faced, even if the opponent was only in the early stage of foundation building, he would go all out.

Besides, there was the long-legged beauty referee above, so no one would die.

Then, Feng Geng began to make hand gestures, and the spiritual power in his body rushed to the flying sword above his head. Suddenly, the golden flying sword shone brightly, and the aura of a top-grade spiritual weapon was revealed.

But just as he was about to urge the flying sword to kill, a scene that made him shudder suddenly appeared in front of him.

Dozens of different spells suddenly appeared in front of him, some were ice snakes, some were fire snakes, some were earth snakes... Each of these spells was extremely dangerous, and they were even more powerful when gathered together.

"How could it be possible..."

Feng Geng was shocked, and his face turned pale.