Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The Xiong family's residence was so noisy that the cold and ghostly aura filled with resentment could be felt within a radius of 100 miles.

A few days later, a few casual cultivators finally mustered up the courage to fly to Lingxi Peak, but when they carefully set foot on the territory of Lingxi Peak, they no longer saw the grand scene of the Xiong family.

The mountains and plains were empty, and a gust of wind blew, leaving only the biting cold wind, and no signs of any living things.

"What happened to the Xiong family? Could it be that the whole family migrated and gave up the Chijiao Mountain Range, a treasure land in Hexi County?" One of the men showed doubts.

"No, there are bloodstains... Such a strong smell of blood!" Someone frowned and showed a vigilant look, "The disappearance of the Xiong family is definitely not that simple."

"I think we should leave, I always feel that this Lingxi Peak is gloomy." A woman with decent looks among the few people felt the cold wind here and couldn't help frowning.

"Let's go? Fifth sister, don't worry so much. This place is deserted. There is no one except us. Since the Xiong family is gone, we can just plunder and maybe find some opportunities. If we can find one or two powerful spiritual tools, our brothers and sisters will have a happy ending." The oldest middle-aged man among the few smiled, looked at the many palaces on Lingxi Peak, and licked his dry lips.

"Hehe, big brother is right, fifth sister is just timid." Another woman among the few laughed softly.

"In that case, what are you waiting for... Go! If it's too late, maybe other cultivators will come to share a piece of the pie, which will be bad."

"Old three is right, act faster." The middle-aged man smiled, then waved his hand, and several people drove the magic tools and spiritual tools and flew towards the many palaces on Lingxi Peak.

Just as the few people left, a black shadow emerged from the soil.

He was covered in a wide black robe, and his body twisted stiffly, making a creaking sound, like the sound of metal friction, which was extremely unpleasant.

Under the black robe, a thin and dull face was revealed in the sunlight. He seemed to dislike the sunlight, raised his hand to cover it, and then looked at the figures flying towards Lingxi Peak.

A hoarse and rough sound came from his rolling throat, as if iron sand was grinding against each other, sharp and piercing. After a few breaths, he opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, and said:

"Corpse...Fang...Zi..."

"Drink blood, eat meat, break through!"

As the voice fell, with a bang, the black-robed figure disappeared from the spot and flew towards Lingxi Peak at a very fast speed. In the sunlight, the black robe was lifted, revealing a pair of dry copper-colored palms.

Ten sharp nails were like daggers, shining coldly.

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Deep in the Chijiao Mountains, between four extremely high peaks, there is a place that has been shrouded in clouds and mist for years. This place is full of spiritual energy, and it is the center of the Chijiao Mountains, Lingquan Valley.

As the line of sight zoomed in, at the edge of Lingquan Valley, there were nearly twenty figures dressed in various clothes gathering here. Some of them were whispering to each other in groups of three or two. Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in this empty mountain forest.

There were also a few people looking at the horizon with an impatient look on their faces, as if they were waiting for something.

In another place not far away, there were three very conspicuous figures standing.

Two men and one woman.

Except for a rather old and thin old man, the other two looked to be only about 27 or 28 years old, especially the woman, who had fair skin, beautiful face, and a pair of slender, white and tender thighs like jade lotus roots, which was very eye-catching.

The three of them all looked calm and composed. The old man smiled kindly. Although he did not speak, he was the leader of the three.

The other man and woman, although their auras were much weaker, still had the aura of the Golden Core Realm. As for the dozen or so cultivators not far behind them, they were all in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Under the sunlight, there was a red flame pattern on the robes of these people on their chests, and there was a pill in the flame. Such symbols belonged to the Zhao family, who advocated alchemy in the Chijiao Mountains.

Suddenly, the eyes of the young Golden Core cultivator lit up, and he looked at the sky in the distance with some excitement, saying:

"Here it comes!"

All of a sudden, everyone looked up.

There seemed to be a golden light flashing in the distant sky, followed by a dazzling golden light flying from far to near.

"The Wenren family has arrived." Someone shouted, "That golden light is a disc-shaped magic weapon. I have had the honor of seeing the ancestor of the Wenren family use it from afar."

As soon as these words came out, the dozen or so foundation-building cultivators immediately became agitated, and most of them pointed at the disc with golden light, with different expressions.

"Be quiet, don't let the people of his family laugh at you." The thin old man stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at the people behind him.

Although there was no harshness in this voice, the dozen or so cultivators kept silent and stopped making any sound after hearing it.

The thin old man still had a kind smile on his face when he saw this.

The other two Jindan cultivators, a man and a woman, looked at each other and smiled, as if they were used to it.

The golden disc finally arrived and slowly fell down.

Nearly twenty figures immediately floated down. Of course, except for the two old men, the others flew with flying tools.

"Haha... I didn't expect that Brother Renhai would be waiting for us here so early. I am really flattered." Wenren Qingcang laughed and landed on the ground first.

Behind him, Nan Songzi followed closely, and of course there were Wenren Zijian and other foundation-building cultivators. Wang Fu, who had changed his appearance and whose aura was locked in the great perfection of foundation-building, was also hidden among them, standing beside Wenren Zijian and a woman named Wenren Zixi.

After dealing with the matter of the Xiong family, Wang Fu asked Little Red Bird to order the Black-backed Giant Eagle to wait around Banbi Peak, while he and Nan Songzi, with Wenren Zijian, chased Wenren Qingcang and others at full speed.

It was not that they were worried about delaying the time, but just to avoid the Wenren family arriving at Lingquan Valley in batches, which would arouse the suspicion of the other two major families.

Fortunately, they successfully reunited with Wenren Qingcang, but when Wang Fu used the Crane Breathing Technique to change his aura realm and walked into the foundation-building disciples of the Wenren family, he could feel that everyone cast a fearful look at him.

Wenren Qingcang knew that this trip could not afford to fail, and sternly warned everyone not to show their feet. In addition, Wang Fu remained silent, which made the group of foundation-building cultivators gradually calm down.

But even so, Wang Fu could still feel that the woman named Wenren Zixi standing next to him was tense and nervous.

Wang Fu could only smile bitterly.

"Brother Qingcang, I haven't seen you for ten years, and your cultivation has improved." The thin old man showed a warm smile, "I saw Brother Qingcang's face glowing from afar. I think he is sure of victory in this trip to Lingquan Valley. I would like to congratulate Brother Qingcang in advance for defeating the Feng family sword cultivator and winning the first place."

"Haha... Brother Renhai, then I will borrow your good words." Wenren Qingcang laughed without hesitation.

The two old guys, who seemed to be in harmony, flattered each other here. A dozen cultivators of the Wenren family also came to a fairly flat open space under the leadership of Wenren Zijian, and looked at the Zhao family's foundation-building cultivators from a distance.

Wenren Zijian glanced at the Zhao family, then turned slightly to Wang Fu beside him and introduced in a low voice:

"Big... Jiang, Brother Jiang, the strongest cultivator of this generation of the Zhao family is the blue-skirted woman. Her name is Zhao Shuang'e. She has both fire and wood spiritual roots, which are the most suitable spiritual roots for alchemy. In addition, her cultivation method is also good. She has mastered a variety of fire and wood attribute spells and is extremely powerful."

"Ten years ago, the Zhao family relied on this woman to win the second place in the competition and beat us. I didn't expect that she didn't even try to form an elixir. I think she wants to participate in the Lingquan Valley competition again and win another share of the spiritual paste for the Zhao family."

After hearing this, Wang Fu couldn't help but look at the blue-skirted woman in the Zhao family crowd. This woman looked quite pretty, with a fair face and a little fat, but her figure was much shorter than a normal woman, less than five feet tall, but God closed this door for her, but opened another window.

The pair of peaks on the chest of this woman were towering into the clouds. Under her blue dress, the two white clouds were very conspicuous, and the mystery deeper inside was about to come out.

Even Wang Fu couldn't help but look sideways.

He stared for two breaths.

His spiritual sense spread involuntarily, but before he had time to carefully investigate the situation of this woman, he was attracted by a middle-aged man with black hair and thick eyebrows not far from her.

"Hmm? What a cold breath..."