Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

A golden, black and blue divine thunder spread over the Qingfu Sword, but it was unexpectedly successfully integrated.

The power of the three-color divine thunder is not only stronger than the destructive power of a single divine thunder, but also the three kinds of spiritual power in the Dantian, which are fighting against each other, began to slowly merge under the mysterious aura emerging from the Dantian.

Wang Fu was overjoyed!

This black aura came from the wonder of heaven and earth, Tongyou Soil.

Wang Fu used three things at once, and quickly operated the three sword techniques to accelerate the fusion of spiritual power.

As the spiritual power gradually merged into one, the three sword techniques also began to merge, and a new operation route of the practice gradually emerged in Wang Fu's mind.

It was not until a year later that the three kinds of spiritual power in the Dantian were completely integrated into one, and the three sword techniques were also synthesized into a new sword technique, that Wang Fu was relieved.

Wang Fu estimated that the grade of the practice after the fusion of the three sword techniques must have exceeded the top level. Although it did not reach the peerless level, it should also reach the legendary level mentioned by Yang Xiuwei with the help of Tongyou Soil.

The same level of practice as the [Nirvana Sutra] practiced by the legendary woman.

"Since the new practice has been integrated, it will be temporarily called [Xuanlei Sword Sutra]. With this legendary practice, I should not fail again when I try to form a pill!"

Wang Fu sighed, then took out a pair of wind-stopping grass and thunder-patterned flowers, and after refining them, he began to form a pill.

He held the Tianli Pill in his mouth, not missing any chance to increase the chance of forming a pill.

With the experience of forming a pill before, Wang Fu was familiar with the process, gradually closed all his perceptions, and completely entered the hard practice of Qi Refining.

At this time, everything in the outside world, including the passing of time, became meaningless to Wang Fu.

Time passed day by day.

The sun and the moon alternated, and winter went to spring.

...

One day three years later, a stream of light cut through the sky in the silent Cuiping Mountain.

It actually went straight to the peak of Cuiping Mountain that had been shrouded in clouds and mist for many years. When the stream of light arrived, the light was condensed, revealing a woman stepping on a disc-shaped flying spiritual weapon.

The woman was wearing a yellow dress, and was pretty and graceful. However, there was a hint of sadness between her eyebrows, which made people want to love her.

The woman in the yellow dress looked at the mountain in front of her, first bowed respectfully, then opened her red lips and uttered a clear voice:

"Junior Song Yujiao, pays homage to Senior Bifengzi."

The Song surnamed woman bowed for a moment, but got no response. She turned her eyes and then continued to explain her purpose.

"Junior, under the order of Master Huang Hua, came to invite Senior Bifengzi to Huanghua Mountain to attend the 20-year banquet to discuss important matters..."

However, there was still no movement in the mountain.

The Song surnamed woman frowned slightly, and then spoke loudly several times. Seeing that there was still no movement, her bright eyes flickered, and then she controlled the flying spirit weapon to leave Cuiping Mountain directly.

As soon as the Song woman left, a wave of water flowed, and a small red head appeared out of thin air. The small head tilted, and a pair of smart eyes looked at the place where the Song woman left, blinked, and then went back.

The mountain returned to silence again.

After leaving Cuiping Mountain, the Song woman returned to Huanghua Mountain without stopping.

On Huanghua Mountain, there is a manor that is more luxurious and huge than the cave house in Cuiping Mountain. At this moment, there is singing and dancing in the manor, and streams of light shuttle back and forth, which is very lively.

In the hall of the manor, three men and one woman, four immortal monks, were sitting on both sides of the hall, tasting spiritual tea, eating spiritual fruits, and watching dozens of graceful and revealing women dancing beautifully in the hall.

These women are all immortals, and the leader of the dance is even at the foundation-building stage. She is beautiful, and every frown and smile carries an extremely charming aura.

Obviously, she is a master of charm.

The four people saw the dancing postures of the dancers and heard a few sounds of appreciation from time to time.

However, as a yellow stream of light fell in the hall, the four people's eyes immediately moved over.

The yellow stream of light disappeared, revealing the woman in a yellow skirt named Song Yujiao. After looking up, she immediately bowed respectfully and said:

"Yujiao greets Master!"

"Hello, three seniors!"

"Yujiao, you are back." Among the four people, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe looked at his disciple and slowly said, "Has Bifengzi come?"

It was Song Yujiao's master, who was also the owner of Huanghua Mountain here, Huang Hua Zhenren.

"Replying to Master, the entire Cuiping Mountain is quiet. Yujiao did not see Senior Bifengzi, but Yujiao passed on the news of Master's invitation to the banquet several times outside Senior Bifengzi's cave. As long as Senior Bifengzi is in the cave, he will definitely know and will come to the banquet when he comes out of retreat." Song Yujiao replied respectfully, but she did not dare to look up at Master's face, with a trace of sorrow between her eyebrows.

When Master Huanghua, who was dressed in a yellow robe, heard this, he looked at his disciple meaningfully, then waved his hand and said:

"Well, Master knows."

"Yujiao, a restriction in Master's room has been damaged. You go and repair it for Master. Master will personally test you tonight."

When Song Yujiao heard this, she trembled all over, pursed her lips slightly, and the sorrow between her eyebrows became even greater, but she still responded respectfully, then bowed and retreated.

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Huang Hua, your disciple has a great physique. Can I borrow him for a show?" Among the four people, a thin middle-aged man in a Taoist robe shook the whisk in his hand and looked at Song Yujiao's departing back with a strange look in his eyes.

Master Huang Hua narrowed his eyes slightly and touched the long beard under his chin. However, he did not say anything. Instead, another handsome man beside him said:

"Taoist Master Yinmu, since he is a cultivator, why do you covet beauty? What's more, this beautiful little girl is apparently a disciple of Taoist friend Huang Hua, but in fact she has been accepted as a furnace. There is not much body essence left, so why do you need more? Just ask?"

"Uh...haha..." The skinny Taoist laughed when he heard this. He did not show any dissatisfaction, but looked like he had suddenly realized it. "It's very, very bad. It's the poor Taoist who made a mistake. Don't blame me, Taoist friend Huang Hua. Don't blame me." "

"What are you talking about, Taoist Master? You and I have known each other for many years. If the Taoist Master is interested, it would be my disciple's blessing to give it to the Taoist Master." Master Huang Hua loosened his fingers holding his beard and said calmly. The ground smiled.

"Ahem, Taoist friend Huang Hua, please don't let me down." The skinny Taoist coughed dryly, as if he was choking on his tea, and waved his hands hurriedly.

"Okay, it's just a 'hookah constitution', why bother wasting so much words and wasting time." The only female monk among the four seemed to be dissatisfied with the three people's discussion, and there was a cold snort, followed by the others He exhaled loudly and blew a corner of the gauze on his face, revealing a looming scar.

The woman then spoke:

"It's important to get down to business."

"According to Bifengzi's character, it is impossible to forget the agreement we made twenty years ago. Now there is no news, and the little girl has also returned without success. Either she has passed away because her lifespan has come to an end, or she has found a way to extend her lifespan. The best way is to retreat to death."

"What Fairy Yu said is true." The skinny Taoist nodded with a smile.

"In my opinion, there is a high probability that he will die at the end of his life." The handsome man said casually, with a look of indifference in his eyes.

"Dead?" The skinny Taoist blinked his eyes and pretended to be worried, "Bifengzi has the cultivation level of the early stage of Jindan. If he dies, we will lose a lot of help. That old man's hand The poison of Bibia is extremely powerful.”

"Whether he is dead or not, we will know as soon as we find out," said Master Huang Hua with a faint smile on his lips, "Fellow Daoist Bifengzi is also the best among us in alchemy. According to his longevity, it was as early as decades ago. He should just sit down and die, but he can survive for decades just by relying on his alchemy skills."

"If fellow Taoist Bifengzi has extended his longevity, we should go there in person to congratulate him. If... he really becomes an immortal, the four of us can just make sure that his unique alchemy technique will not... be lost."

"Three fellow Taoists, what do you think?"

After Master Huang Hua finished speaking, his eyes stayed on the faces of the other three for a moment.

"Very good, I want that alchemy furnace!"

Fairy Yu's face was cold, and her words had an unquestionable tone.

The other two people looked at each other, licked their lips, and showed a greedy smile.

Bifengzi is a master at cultivating elixirs, and there must be many elixirs in his cave.