Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"call……"

"ah……"

A gust of hot wind blew by, and there was a scream of terror, and then everyone in the caravan saw the man who went to investigate and the horse behind him freeze on the ground, and then were swallowed up by the fire and turned into dust.

Everyone in the caravan was shocked.

Yu Dahai even exclaimed:

"Immortal magic, this is immortal magic, an immortal master is coming..."

As soon as these words came out, the caravan suddenly became panicked.

"Calm down!" Chai Yuanlong summoned his inner strength and shouted loudly, and everyone calmed down, but there was still fear and worry on their faces. This was an immortal master who could fly into the sky and escape from the earth, killing people thousands of miles away.

Chai Yuanlong rode forward, facing the fireball that was still floating three feet above the ground, he raised his hands and said in a deep voice:

"The inner disciples of the Qixing Sect's Seven Killings Hall have met the Immortal Master. I wonder why the Immortal Master came here? Do you know me, the Supreme Elder of the Seven Star Sect, Immortal Master Wu Yu?"

"Hahaha……"

A burst of laughter came from the front, and then a short, fat, middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes appeared next to the fireball. As soon as this man appeared, he stretched out his hand, and the head-sized fireball docilely circled in his hand. Then it turned into a small fire horse in the palm of his hand.

As he stretched out his palm and pressed it, the small fire horse immediately hit the ground, setting off a wave of hot fire, and turned into a tall and powerful fire horse. It kicked its hooves and breathed out. At the same time, a sneer sounded from the gorgeously dressed man. Rumor has it from the middle-aged people:

"How dare a mere internal disciple of the Seven Kills Hall dare to move out Wu Yu Sanren? Are you scared of me? Not to mention you, even the leader of the Seven Kills Hall dare not say this, huh... I don't know whether to live or die. ”

"I have fallen in love with the woman in the carriage, and I am here just for her today. If you recognize her, please get out of her way. If not, don't blame me for not thinking about the difference between immortals and mortals."

Chai Yuanlong's expression changed drastically. He was holding the reins of the horse in one hand and the silver spear in the other, and was caught in a tangle.

"Leader Chai, please lead the brothers from the Seven Star Sect to leave. Since the Immortal has taken action, the little girl has no way out. Leader Chai escorted her all the way. The little girl is grateful and does not have to make unnecessary sacrifices." The curtain of the carriage opened, and a Lin Zhi, who was wearing a blue dress, walked out. She looked at the short, fat, middle-aged immortal master with a pair of black eyes calmly, "Since the immortal master wants a little girl, the little girl should follow the immortal master..."

However, Chai Yuanlong stepped forward with a silver gun, guarding Lin Zhi behind him. As if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and shouted at the short, fat middle-aged man:

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Zhi.

"Miss Lin Zhi, you can rest assured. Since I, Chai Yuanlong, have taken over this job, I will never be able to see the lady fall into crisis."

"Haha... You have backbone, what a pity." The short, fat middle-aged man smiled coldly, then waved his hand, and the fire horse beside him neighed and rushed towards the caravan carrying raging fire.

At the same time, the men in black who attacked the caravan last night also came out one after another, charging with weapons in hand. It was obvious that this short, fat middle-aged man was the one they invited.

"Defend the enemy!" Chai Yuanlong shouted and rushed towards the fiery horse. He knew that he was outmatched, but he had the order and could not disobey it. Even if it cost his life, he must protect Miss Linzhi's safety.

The scorching horse was about to rush into the caravan. Chai Yuanlong could even smell the clothes on his body being scorched by the flames. Behind the horse, the men in black followed, obviously waiting for Chai Yuanmen to be killed by magic. , rushed into the caravan and started killing.

"Why……"

However, at this moment, a sigh reached everyone's ears.

"I told you to get out, why didn't you listen..."

"You also invited a crappy monk, you really can't think of me as a good-tempered man!"

At the same time, a red-gold thunderbolt as thick as a thumb passed across Chai Yuanlong's face and accurately hit the galloping fire horse.

With a "boom", the fire horse exploded and collapsed.

Then the red-gold thunder exploded and turned into wisps of lightning, causing all the men in black to lose their ability to move in an instant, then they gathered together and shot towards the heart of the short, fat middle-aged man.

The short, fat middle-aged man felt like he was dead as soon as the red-gold thunder appeared, and wanted to escape. However, the speed of the thunder was too fast, and it only took an instant for it to disperse and close. There was no time to use the escape technique, so he could only He watched helplessly as it rushed towards him, unable to escape.

He could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor, close his eyes and shout out his origin in a hurry, begging the other party to let him go.

"Senior, please forgive me... I am an elder of Liuhe Sect, and my master, Jinyun Sanren, is a disciple of Liuyun Master..."

"Phew! Zizz..."

The red-gold thunderbolt as thick as a thumb hovered over the short, fat middle-aged man's eyebrows at the last moment, making a "sizzling" sound. A drop of cold sweat slipped down, and was annihilated by a ray of lightning in an instant.

The short, fat middle-aged man opened his eyes, his throat rolled, and his legs trembled. If it weren't for his cultivation, he would probably have yellow and white stuff flowing out of him. Even so, his voice was trembling:

"Senior..."

"Liuhe Gate?" A shadow passed through the caravan, and then a black figure suddenly appeared in front of the short, fat middle-aged man.

It was Wang Fu.

When the immortal cultivator appeared, Wang Fu knew that he couldn't scare him with his voice alone. This short, fat middle-aged man didn't look like much, but he actually had the tenth level of Qi refining. If he wanted to save the caravan, he had to take action himself. .

In Wang Fu's current state, the only things that can intimidate and kill high-level Qi Refining Realm monks are the "Golden Divine Thunder" and the soul-eating ghost fire of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags. The former is majestic and majestic, and Zhuxie retreats, while the latter is gloomy and cold, swallowing. Ghost eats souls.

Wang Fu was not picky, but the speed of the "Golden Brilliant Thunder" was far inferior to that of the Soul-Eating Ghost Fire.

As soon as Wang Fu appeared and revealed his identity as an immortal cultivator, exclamations came from the caravan.

"That's, that's... Young Master Wang?" Yu Dahai stretched out his finger and pointed tremblingly.

Chai Yuanlong's eyes widened even more, and he recalled everything that happened in the past few days in his mind. Thinking of the voice of the master who had not seen his true body last night, he was sure that it must be Young Master Wang... Immortal Master Wang.

Lin Zhi looked at the back of the black-clothed figure, and a complex expression of surprise and understanding flashed in his black eyes. Finally, he let out a sigh, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his body relaxed.

The other people in the caravan were also surprised. Since Young Master Wang was an immortal master, they should be fine.

However, one person was panicking at the moment.

It was the maid named Xiaoling. Thinking of her previous sarcasm towards Wang Fu, she felt cold all over, her lips trembled, and she couldn't help but take two steps back, holding the edge of the carriage to stand firm.

…

Wang Fu’s spiritual sense covered the entire place, and he was fully aware of the reactions of the people in the caravan behind him, but he didn’t have time to care about these mortals.

Instead, he took out a black token from the small tripod and controlled it to float in front of the short and fat middle-aged man with the control of the object technique.

This token had “Liuhe” written on one side and “Taishang” written on the other side. It was exactly what he got from the storage bag of the middle-aged monk in brocade clothes in the ghost land of the Wind and Thunder Palace.

Wang Fu would not care about mundane things, but the “Tianli Pill” in the storage bag of the middle-aged monk in brocade clothes was something Wang Fu needed very much.

Wang Fu looked at the short and fat middle-aged man who was sweating profusely with an indifferent expression, and asked in a cold voice:

“Do you recognize this token?”