Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"It's not that he didn't beat him, it's that you were too powerful."

Wang Fu chuckled and did not hesitate to praise.

When Ao Yu heard this, he smiled and said, very happy.

Then Wang Fu came to the middle-aged Confucian scholar and pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows.

"You, what are you going to do..." The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked frightened, but before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

"Slave God Seal!" Wang Fuze muttered silently in his heart, and a "slave" character mark flew out from his fingertips, and then disappeared into the mud ball between his eyebrows.

But then Wang Fu looked confused and murmured strangely:

"Huh? How can the power of the slave god's seal be weakened so much?"

Wang Fu only felt that the Slave God Seal could not completely enslave the middle-aged Confucian scholar. It was only 20/20th more powerful than before.

"It seems that the effect of this secret technique on Golden Core Realm monks is not as good as before, so let's just use it." After Wang Fu thought about it, he understood the general idea.

Like the soul-searching technique he mastered before, the soul of a monk in the Golden Core Realm is connected to the golden elixir in the Dantian, which is much more stable than the soul of the Foundation-building Realm. Neither the Soul-Searching Technique nor the Slave God Seal can fully affect the soul. above.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu narrowed his eyes, and then all the power of his spiritual consciousness exploded, forcibly activating the Slave God Seal, and penetrated into the middle-aged Confucian scholar's soul. However, this person's soul would not last long before it collapsed. But Wang Fu himself had no intention of letting him live.

After a few breaths, the middle-aged Confucian scholar opened his eyes again.

"Meet the master!" He knelt down on one knee and bowed respectfully to Wang Fu.

"Let me ask you, how did you know that I am not Huang Ting?" Wang Fu asked in a deep voice.

"Master, I am Mr. Ting Gongzi. Mr. Ting respects teachers and never calls me elder." The middle-aged Confucian scholar answered somewhat stiffly, but between these two sentences, his eyes became brighter. It was scarlet and bloodshot, looking like it was about to collapse.

Wang Fu nodded slightly, then frowned, knowing that this person's soul was about to collapse, he quickly ordered:

"Send a message to Huang Xiaozi and ask him to go to the 'Purple Ting Pavilion'. Tell him that... Huang Ting and Gao Fei were injured by the 'Golden Winged Flying Ant', and it is an urgent matter."

"Yes, Master!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar quickly made a seal with his hand, took out a communication talisman, and after a burst of spiritual light, the talisman disappeared in an instant.

As soon as he finished doing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar covered his head and started wailing, as if his head was swollen and he was in agony.

Wang Fu glanced at him quietly, and a sword light directly sent him back to the west, trapping his soul in the air. Then the elixir fire flew out. In an instant, the aura of the middle-aged Confucian scholar disappeared from the courtyard, leaving only a golden elixir and a storage. The bag of goods was put away by Wang Fu.

"Let's go to the Zi Ting Pavilion and wait for the old guy to throw himself into the trap." After doing this lightly, Wang called Ao Yu and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in the attic where Huang Ting was.

He is not worried that Huang Xiaozi will not come. After all, both Huang Ting and Gao Fei are key figures in the marriage. If one of them is injured, the marriage will most likely fail.

Especially for Gao Fei's safety, after Huang Xiaozi heard that he was injured by the "Golden Winged Flying Ant", in order not to arouse the anger of the Gao family monks, he would definitely not come with a big fanfare.

"The next step is to make arrangements and make sure to kill with one strike."

Wang Fu's eyes were cold.

…

Huang Xiaozi is not in the hall at this moment, but in an exquisite side hall far away from the noisy hall. As an ancestor of the clan, he will naturally not go out so easily. He must be revealed at the last moment of the marriage ceremony. body shape.

Of course, in addition to this, there was another important reason. He had to accompany the highly respected person in the Gao family and did not dare to neglect him.

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Huang, I didn't expect that your Huang family could actually produce a genius with Lei Linggen. He is really well hidden. If it weren't for that girl Fei'er, I would have been kept in the dark." That person from the Gao family The rickety old man was sitting on a sandalwood chair, sipping high-grade spiritual tea while smiling and chatting with Huang Xiaozi next to him.

"Ahem, Mr. Gao, please forgive me. Although Ting'er has thunder spirit roots, his talent has not been revealed at first, so he has never paid attention to it. By the time he has achieved a small level of cultivation, my Huang family is also at the most important time of development. I am worried. Other families have hurt Ting'er, so they are hiding their clumsiness." Huang Xiaozi smiled, looking neither humble nor arrogant.

"I understand that anything as beautiful as the forest wind will destroy it." Gao Lao smiled and nodded.

"Old Gao..." Huang Xiaozi was about to continue saying something, but suddenly a yellow spiritual light flew in front of him, making him slightly startled.

This is the Huang family's most urgent messenger.

He held the magic talisman with one hand, and the information contained in the talisman also poured into his mind, causing his pupils to shrink slightly. If he hadn't taken care of others, he would have disappeared immediately.

"If you, Daoyou Huang, have something urgent to deal with, you can do it yourself and ignore me, an old guy. Anyway, after today, our family will share weal and woe. The future is long, so we are not in a rush for this moment." With Gao Lao's insight, it is natural. Seeing Huang Xiaozi's strangeness, he couldn't help but pick up the teacup, took a sip and said nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gao. I'll be back soon."

Huang Xiaozi knew that the situation was urgent. After all, it was Elder Zhu who was the second most powerful person in the Huang family who summoned him. The authenticity could not be disputed. After hearing this, he immediately stood up and apologized, then left the palace, then turned into a ray of light and disappeared in the blink of an eye. In place.

In Ziting Pavilion.

Wang Fu, holding the Heavenly Magic Pearl, calmly adjusted his breath. The next moment, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing a solemn look.

"Coming!"

Then, the white light of the Sky Illusion Pearl flashed, and the appearance of the room suddenly changed. Gao Fei and Huang Ting, who were unconscious, disappeared, leaving only Wang Fu and Linghu Sisi, who had disguised themselves as the two men, sitting cross-legged on the bed, pale and weak.

"Ting'er!"

Huang Xiaozi's voice appeared outside the door, and then a gust of wind blew, the door opened, and an old man in a yellow robe with an anxious face appeared in the room.

"Huang Ting" slowly opened his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said in pain:

"Ancestor..."

"Puff!"

As soon as the voice fell, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the whole person tilted and fell under the bed.

"Ting'er, what's wrong with you..."

Huang Xiaozi was so anxious that he ignored too many details. He only knew that Huang Ting was related to the future of the entire family and was his successor, and he must not let him fail. In addition, the girl "Gao Fei" also looked depressed, which made him even more anxious.

He dodged and came to "Huang Ting", stretched out his hand to help him, but the next moment, a dangerous aura that made his scalp numb suddenly rose to his heart.

His face changed, and he instinctively retreated, but a small ancient green sword wrapped in three-color thunder suddenly appeared in front of him.

"No! Damn it!"

Huang Xiaozi's mind was shaken, and he came back to his senses at this moment, furious, and the protective aura appeared instinctively, but at such a close distance, before it was fully activated, the small sword directly sank into his chest and passed through his chest.

With a "puff", Huang Xiaozi felt a strong force full of destructive aura bursting out in his chest.

As he retreated, he used his skills to forcibly suppress this force, opened his mouth and spit out a beam of light, piercing the "Huang Ting" in front of him with a strange smile.

The lightning flashed, and the light fell into the air.

Huang Xiaozi covered his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were filled with anger, staring directly at "Huang Ting" who suddenly appeared two feet away, and said with murderous intent:

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? Hehe... a person who collects debts for the dead." Wang Fu revealed his true face and spoke in a cold voice, but he was a little confused. The Qingfu sword clearly pierced Huang Xiaozi's heart, why was this person still alive and only seriously injured.

Thinking of this, the Yuanying realm's consciousness tried its best to explore.

"It's you! Wang Fu!" Seeing the person clearly, Huang Xiaozi's eyes were bloodshot. At this time, he finally understood where the previous "restlessness" came from.

He shouted angrily, took back the yellow cone-shaped life magic weapon he had just sacrificed, and at the same time slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, a low roar came out, and the breath of a third-level top-level spirit beast was rapidly awakening.

At this time, Wang Fu finally discovered the reason why the previous attack was not fatal.

"Huang Xiaozi, I didn't expect your heart to be on the right side. I really miscalculated, but the outcome will not change."

Wang Fu sneered, and then stepped on his feet. A breath beyond the great perfection of the golden elixir burst out. The powerful momentum directly turned the entire Ziting Pavilion into a waste. At the same time, a phantom of dozens of feet rose from behind him.

Looking closely, the phantom looked exactly like Wang Fu.

"How is it possible! The Nascent Soul Realm! How could it be the Nascent Soul Realm..."

Huang Xiaozi's body suddenly stagnated, and his mind was shocked. Then the next moment, he turned into a yellow escape light and flew away without hesitation.

He actually ran away directly!