Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

But after all, he was a Foundation-Building Dzogchen monk, and he had a lot of experience in fighting enemies. In shock, he quickly turned his spiritual power to activate the golden plate-shaped defensive spiritual weapon on his head.

A burst of golden light enveloped the whole body, and at the same time Feng Geng stepped on his feet and quickly retreated.

Half of the dozens of spells were thrown away on the spot, and the remaining part hit the light shield of the defensive spiritual weapon, making a "rumbling" sound.

Feng Geng looked at the top-grade defensive weapon above him that was almost crumbling and had consumed 89% of its power. He was also frightened, but fortunately he resisted it.

Even so, he was still so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.

However, precisely because of this, Feng Geng's heart burned with anger. He let out a low drink and activated his technique. The golden flying sword weapon immediately emitted a dazzling golden light, wanting to give the other person some color.

But at this moment, a blue spiritual talisman suddenly floated above his head, and then, a thunder light rang out, and a thunder sounded in the square.

A flash of blue thunder fell from the clouds and mist all over the sky with a "tearing" sound, and fell accurately towards Feng Geng's head.

This lightning was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, Feng Geng's pupils were filled with lightning, and there was no possibility of evading it.

"My life is at risk!"

Feng Geng's heart stopped, and the feeling of death was so clear, but at this moment, a gust of fragrant wind hit his nostrils, and a small white hand stretched out, just in time to catch the blue thunder falling from the sky.

It was the long-legged woman who acted as the referee.

The woman's palms were filled with water, and she wrapped the thunderbolt as if the ocean was open to all rivers. It was a tight fit, which prevented Feng Geng's death on the spot.

The monks outside the high platform were in an uproar, and many were stunned. Unlike Feng Geng, they had witnessed with their own eyes the methods used by the man in black.

It was clearly a thick stack of talismans.

It is not that they have never seen monks who use talismans to fight enemies, and they often use talismans themselves, but the method of being able to activate and accurately control so many talismans at once is unheard of.

Especially the last talisman, which drew thunder out of thin air, made the foundation-building monks outside the high platform tremble with fear.

The water polo in the hands of the long-legged woman serving as the referee slowly dissipated, and the thunder was also wiped out by it. However, she was the only one who knew the power of the thunder. She was shocked and looked at the young man in black strangely, and then announced softly. :

"In the first battle of wits, Jiang Yan of the Wenren family won."

Wang Fu gave a slight salute to the long-legged woman with a calm expression, his eyes unconsciously glanced at her extremely conspicuous white long legs, and then he slowly left the fighting platform.

As for Feng Geng, his face was pale at the moment, and big beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. The feeling of facing death just now really frightened him.

Hearing that the man in black had won, he turned around and walked down the platform in a dejected manner.

Soon a monk from the Feng family came to meet him.

In front of the White Jade Hall, several Jindan monks were extremely surprised by this outcome. Even Wenren Qingcang did not know in advance that Wang Fu would win using the method of talismans.

The ancestor of the Feng family looked a little unhappy. Feng Geng had high hopes for him. He was both his descendant and his direct disciple. To lose to a disciple so easily was really embarrassing. But because his cheeks were originally dark and cold, if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell anything.

"Brother Qingcang, what a great trick." Zhao Renhai smiled and said, "I didn't expect that this disciple of your clan is actually a spiritual talisman master. This talisman control method is absolutely top-notch, I admire it."

Wenren Qingcang didn't know that this old boy was trying to make a fuss, but now he had no intention of keeping a low profile anymore, so he spoke without humility:

"It's easy to say that this person is a disciple that I spent a lot of money to recruit. This Lingquan Valley battle is also our clan's trump card."

Zhao Renhai was slightly startled. He obviously did not expect that Wen Ren Qingcang, who had always been low-key, would say this. He was greatly surprised. However, he still agreed with a smile on the surface, and at the same time glanced at Feng Jinyang, who had a dark and cold face. , there was a hint of joking deep in his pupils.

He continued:

"It seems that Brother Qingcang, the killer weapon of your clan is probably quite powerful. From what I see, as long as that kid can have six of the magic talismans that trigger thunder, I'm afraid he has to be the leader."

"You can't say that. This kid was able to defeat Brother Jin Yang's younger generation because he was unexpected. In the future, everyone will know his methods. Maybe there is some way to restrain himself, then he will be defeated." Wenren Qingcang stroked his beard. While smiling, I was secretly cursing Zhao Renhai that this old boy was extremely insidious, with a tigerish smile on his face, and always thinking of schemes.

"It's a talisman, it's just a side door after all."

"Fellow Taoist Qingcang can't say that. Any method leads directly to the great road." The ancestor of the Feng family spoke abruptly, showing no emotion or anger.

"Ah haha...Brother Jin Yang is right, I am short-sighted." Hearing this, Wenren Qingcang quickly opened his mouth and smiled.

Just as the three ancestors of the three major families were talking intrigues here, the referee in the fighting field had been replaced by Nan Songzi from the Wenren family. After he glanced at him expressionlessly, he slowly spoke:

"In the second game, Feng Jia Mu Zi Ping versus Zhao Jia Zhao Shuang'e."

As Nan Songzi's words fell, he slowly rose into the air, and two monks, a man and a woman, jumped onto the fighting stage from the Feng family and Zhao family's Feng team respectively.

It was the woman in the blue skirt with undulating breasts, no more than five feet tall, and the retainer of the Feng family.

After the two of them bowed to each other, they each brought out their spiritual weapons, pinched their magic formulas, and fought together after Nan Songzi said "start".

The other cultivators under the high platform no longer reminisced about the previous battle, but focused on observing the two people on the fighting stage at this moment. There was no other reason, because Zhao Shuang'e was extremely famous among the three major families.

Except for Wang Fu, everyone thought that Zhao Shuang'e would win, even those Jindan cultivators were no exception.

Zhao Shuang'e practiced fire attribute skills, controlled two fire attribute attack spiritual weapons, and occasionally sent out a powerful second-level top-level spell. At first, she did suppress the sword cultivator named Mu Ziping, and there were dangers several times.

Wang Fu finally understood why Wen Ren Zijian said that this woman was fierce and difficult to deal with. Such a fierce and ruthless crazy fighting method was indeed something that few men could withstand.

However, in the face of such a fierce attack, Mu Ziping was always able to resolve the crisis at the critical moment.

Such an ups and downs battle made everyone look very excited.

However, Wang Fu secretly curled his lips.

"This person is really patient. He obviously has the Jindan cultivation, but he keeps showing weakness to the enemy in order not to be exposed. This mentality is definitely that of a cunning guy."

"But this person's method of controlling the flying sword seems familiar."

Just when Wang Fu was complaining in his heart, Mu Ziping finally broke out. He pretended to spit out a mouthful of pure spiritual power, temporarily withstood Zhao Shuang'e's crazy bombardment with a defensive spiritual weapon, and at the same time, he pinched his hands and spoke with confidence, and then condensed a giant sword several feet long with the spiritual weapon flying sword as the core.

This sword has a very strong aura, and its edge is exposed, and the green light is shining.

At the moment when the defensive spiritual weapon was broken, it was used.

He even opened his mouth and roared, which seemed to add a little more power.

"Giant Sword Technique!"

The giant sword with green light was unstoppable. Even if Zhao Shuang'e used both swords, she could not resist it. In the end, Nan Songzi intervened to neutralize the power of the "Giant Sword Technique", which saved Zhao Shuang'e.

"In the second round, Mu Ziping of the Feng family won." Nan Songzi announced the outcome without any nonsense.

Wow!

No one expected that the second round of the fight would be upset again. The upgrade was taken away by the guests again. The direct disciples of the three major families all looked unbelievable, and the Feng family itself was the same.

But since they won, it was always a good thing.

Wang Fu looked at Mu Ziping from a distance, who was exhausted and staggered down the high platform, and showed a meaningful expression.

"I was wondering why it looked so familiar, but this 'giant sword technique' reminded me of that kid Li Jianshan. This guy's aura and martial arts techniques all have the shadow of Li Jianshan."

"I didn't expect that someone from the Li family would cross tens of thousands of miles and run to the Chijiao Mountains in Hexi County. This trip is really getting more and more interesting."