Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The light faded away, revealing a handsome man wearing a blue gown.

"I didn't expect you, Fellow Daoist Fang, would be interested in the position of the island master." A man in brocade robes looked at the visitor, opened his mouth and made a sound that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"You can come, why can't I come?" The monk surnamed Fang snorted.

The man in brocade robe frowned and spoke again, but at this time the hunchbacked old man coughed lightly, interrupted the two of them, and said:

"Three breaths have passed, fellow Taoists, the drawing of lots has begun."

After saying this, the hunchbacked old man ignored the reactions of others and waved his hand directly, and more than forty streams of light fell accurately in front of everyone. Among the streams of light was a wooden sign with numbers engraved on it.

"Fellow Taoists, please keep your own wooden cards. Which two wooden cards attract each other means that you two need to fight."

The hunchbacked old man grinned, and then slowly rose into the air. He did not stop until he was ten feet away from the ground. Then he stood with his hands behind his hands and slowly spoke:

"The first round of competition begins!"

As soon as these words were said, the forty-six wooden cards in the field burst into light, and two pairs were attracted to each other. The monks holding the wooden cards also found their respective opponents. After taking a look, they immediately took out their magic weapons and began to compete.

In the arena, waves of fighting skills immediately erupted within a thousand feet.

At first, those watching the battle in the attic were worried that they would be accidentally injured. After all, it was a battle between high-level Jindan monks, and so many people were fighting together. If someone was not careful and suffered some aftermath, he would probably die on the spot. .

However, as an invisible fluctuation unfolded, the people watching the battle in the attic felt relieved after the attacks of the magic weapons of the high-level Jindan monks disappeared inexplicably as soon as they landed a few feet away from the attic.

Then he looked at this grand occasion even more excitedly.

Wang Fu watched this scene quietly, and suddenly felt a little funny. The dignified Jindan monks were like clowns for entertainment, fighting in this thousand-foot space.

Although he will be one of them.

But it didn't stop him from having such thoughts.

Wang Fu looked at the audience, there were forty-six monks, regardless of those in the later stage of the Golden Elixir, most of the monks in the Golden Elixir Dzogchen were also mediocre in strength, but there were five people who caught his attention.

The skills of these five people are all top-notch, and two of them feel quite familiar to Wang Fu. They were the two people who couldn't deal with each other at the beginning of the competition.

The strength of these two people is extremely strong in the Golden Core Realm, and they easily defeated their opponents. Because they did not show much strength, Wang Fu just felt familiar and could not tell the source.

However, as the first round of competition ended, the second round began.

The opponents of these two people were also stronger, and Wang Fu finally understood where the familiar source came from.

The man in the brocade robe made the black flames in his hand change unpredictably, but it looked very much like the "Six Pole Hell Fire", but the power was much weaker. It was most likely the "Three Yin Hell Fire" of Mingshui Mansion.

And the handsome man surnamed Fang mastered two divine lights with completely different auras, one on the left and one on the right, one for attack and one for defense. He was blessed with two top-level middle-grade magic weapons. His power was also extremely strong. Although the middle-aged man fighting with him He also had the Golden Elixir Dzogchen cultivation level, but he couldn't break through the defense of the man named Fang, and he couldn't withstand the opponent's attack. He gave up after a few moves.

"The divine light in this man's palm is a bit like Fang Lingke's skill [Four Gods True Skill], but it is very different. It is more like a top-level skill that imitates [Four Gods True Skill]. This person should be the same as the Four Spirits The palace has nothing to do with it," Wang Fu analyzed in his mind.

"In this case, the other three people must have great backgrounds. They are probably monks from Yunmengze's other major forces, Ji Le Pavilion? Jiyan Mountain? Or Biyun Sect?"

These five major forces are also the five most recognized and strongest forces except Yunding Palace. They all have true kings at the God Transformation Realm. Even the weakest Biyun Sect has a Supreme Elder who is a God Transformation Realm monk.

This is also the reason why Wang Fu guessed so.

But he didn't care too much, because if these five people didn't have other powerful methods, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to face any one of them, and it could even be said to be extremely easy.

Of course, Wang Fu also knew that these five people could not be the strongest Jindan monks in Yunmengze. After all, Fairy Lingke did not come to compete for the position of the island master.

It can be seen that there are still some monks who do not look down on the island owner of Yunding Palace.

A few days later, only two of the forty-six monks who participated in the fight were left.

One of them was the man surnamed Fang who was suspected of being from the Four Spirits Hall. As for the other man, Wang Fu was a little mistaken. Although this man was also one of the five, Wang Fu had always thought that he would be the strongest among the five. The person who was eliminated first not only defeated the man in brocade robes from Mingshui Mansion, but also stood at the end.

On the ring, the two stood opposite each other.

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"You talk a lot of nonsense. Hurry up and finish it. I have to deal with that candidate." The feminine man did not want to say more, and directly opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of light, directly towards the face of the monk surnamed Fang.

The face of the monk surnamed Fang changed. He obviously did not expect that the other party would take action at the slightest disagreement. He immediately retreated backwards. At the same time, he made a seal with his fingers and flicked his fingers. A bright yellow light enveloped him, which was the defense in his two magic weapons. magic weapon.

This magic weapon is a ring, which can be big or small. At this moment, it becomes about ten feet in size, enclosing him in it.

With a "boom" sound, the light hit the ring, and its true appearance was revealed. It turned out to be a long blue needle as long as a foot.

"A needle-shaped magic weapon, such a Yin weapon is more suitable for you." The monk surnamed Fang sneered, and then the magic formula in his hand changed. A yellowish-browed divine light came out from his palm and fell on the circular magic weapon. The magic weapon suddenly shone brightly and its power increased greatly, directly shaking the green long needle magic weapon away.

"Shut up!" The feminine man frowned, and then he put his palms together, and between the ten fingers, nine green long needle magic weapons were sacrificed, and together with the green long needle magic weapon just now, they killed the man surnamed Fang.

Seeing this, the man surnamed Fang's pupils shrank, and he immediately activated his skills without reservation. Two divine lights burst out at the same time, and another flywheel attack magic weapon was also sacrificed without hesitation.

Although the man surnamed Fang only sacrificed two magic weapons, the quality of these two magic weapons is top-grade, plus the blessing of the divine light of the technique, one attack and one defense, every attack can repel the attacking green needle magic weapon, even if there are fish that slip through the net, they are blocked by the ring magic weapon.

For a while, the two fought fiercely on the high platform.

It was a situation that it was difficult to tell the winner in a short time.

Most of the cultivators watching the battle in the attic were quite excited. After all, such a evenly matched battle is rare, especially for the Golden Core Great Perfection.

Many people speculated which of the two was better.

Some supported the feminine man. After all, this man had not only maintained a winning posture with this set of green needle magic weapons, but also defeated the man from the Nether Water Palace. He was a dark horse.

Some people also thought that the cultivator surnamed Fang was better. After all, he was a member of the Four Spirits Hall, with a strong foundation, and the technique he practiced was also the top technique of the Four Spirits Hall [Dual Spirit Divine Light Mantra].

Wang Fu, however, was still leisurely sipping tea and eating the spiritual fruit that the servant had just brought him. He seemed to be paying attention to the battle on the high platform, but in fact, his eyes were looking at another three-story attic hundreds of feet away.

Just now, he clearly felt that there was a fluctuation above the golden elixir realm on the attic.

And there was more than one person, he couldn't help but wonder if there was someone who spied last night.

After thinking about it, Wang Fu decided to release his spiritual sense to spy on it. In order not to alert the enemy, he secretly sacrificed the soul-nourishing gourd and held it in his hand quietly. Even if he was detected, he could use the magical power of this gourd to instantly cut off his spiritual sense.

Then Wang Fu separated a wisp of spiritual sense, turned into a silk thread, and explored the three-story attic hundreds of feet away.

As soon as his spiritual sense reached the third floor of the attic, several voices came, and he also saw three figures in the attic.

"Master You, is this person the descendant of the 'Qing Fu Taoist' you mentioned?" The three sat opposite each other, and one of the purple-robed elders looked at the other yellow-robed Taoist.

"Why? Doesn't he look like him? This kid's magic weapon looks very much like the magic weapon used by the 'Qing Fu Taoist' hundreds of years ago. And I, the old Taoist, smell the scent of the 'Qing Fu Needle' from this kid." The yellow-robed Taoist stroked his beard, smiled and stared at the feminine man who was fighting on the high platform from a distance.

"Are you talking about the top-grade magic weapon 'Qing Fu Needle'?"

The only female Yuanying cultivator among the three had her eyes lit up, and she almost stood up when she heard the word "Qing Fu Needle".

Wang Fu frowned as he listened to the conversation of the three people.