Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Fellow Daoist Wang was joking. Fellow Daoist is the candidate for the island master appointed by Elder Yun Nuo. His cultivation is mediocre, how dare he go against the elder's wishes. "

The old man named Zeng still looked at Wang Fu with a smile and did not show any hostility.

After Wang Fu heard this, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then he showed a faint smile, turned his head and said pointedly:

"Zeng Daoyou's cultivation is profound, not ordinary. However, Mr. Wang also took note of Mr. Taoist's advice. I don't know if this advice was his personal thought, or if someone else conveyed it to Wang under the guise of Mr. Taoist's words."

"Haha..." The old man named Zeng smiled even more when he heard this, but he just chuckled and did not answer any more words.

When Wang Fu saw this, he sighed secretly in his heart and had already made a rough guess.

Someone must have reserved the position of the owner of Yunming Island a long time ago, and he, an outsider who suddenly broke in, naturally became a thorn in that person's side.

But who is the person behind this?

Are they people from other forces in Yunmengze, or people from within Yunding Palace?

"This old guy obviously doesn't want to get involved. He looks like he's protecting himself wisely and can't tell anything at first glance. Anyway, since Senior Yun Nuan gave me the island owner's token and let me board the pirate ship, I won't hesitate. After all, there is no way out after all. If we give up now, we will also give up the backer of Senior Yun Nuo. If the messenger is not protected, he will have some evil ideas of eradicating the roots. When the time comes, he will have no backer and a strong enemy. It's really troublesome." Wang Fu glanced at the old man named Zeng beside him and thought to himself, but he had already made up his mind to seize the position of the island master.

As for the person who sent the message, as long as he becomes the owner of the island, he will take Yunding Palace under his protection. At least on the surface, no one will dare to cause trouble to him.

And this is also a road that Dai Junye of Mingshui Mansion has no choice but to take.

While Wang Fu was thinking in his heart, the old man surnamed Zeng drank all the spiritual tea in the cup, then stood up and smiled at Wang Fu, holding his hands in his hands and saying:

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wang has made a decision. In this case, I won't bother you. The competition will begin tomorrow. Fellow Daoist Wang can rest here for the night. There will be singing and dancing performances on the high platform at night. Fellow Daoist can enjoy it. Of course If you don't like noise, activate the ban here to isolate everything. In addition, there are many candidates competing for the position of island leader, and the end time of the competition is uncertain. It is best for fellow Taoists not to leave the attic. You can watch the battle here, just to get familiar with it in advance. Opponent, after others decide the final winner, someone will announce that the candidate for the island leader, Wang Daoyou, will come on. "

Although Wang Fu was a little dissatisfied with the old man surnamed Zeng, he never showed any hostility at all, and he couldn't really show off his face. Moreover, the other party's last words were also meant to remind him. Thinking of this, Wang Fu also stood up and said, Return gift:

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Zeng, for reminding me. Wang understands."

"Farewell." The old man named Zeng nodded slightly, and then left the room with a smile.

Wang Fu did not dare to leave his spiritual consciousness too far away from his body. After all, the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in Yunmengze could not be saved, just like when he met the real person Yun Nuo, he was discovered, so he only saw the old man named Zeng walking out of the room and walking the same way. After a while, he took up the escape light and flew away from here, but he didn't know where he was going.

As soon as he recovered his consciousness, a pair of small hands holding a teapot stretched out in front of him.

"Senior, please have tea." It was Lu'er who came to add tea. Of course, Wang Fu didn't understand the little thoughts in this woman's heart, but he didn't reveal them.

He just nodded slightly, held the tea cup, and took a sip, enjoying the comfort.

This is very painful for Lu'er and Xiaolan.

Especially Lu'er, she was a little unsure of what Senior Wang was thinking. After all, this senior seemed to be kind on weekdays, but when he questioned Senior Zeng not long ago, his aura was like that of a wild beast. It scared her badly.

She almost thought the two seniors were going to fight.

Thinking of this, both Lu'er and Xiaolan felt a little bitter, especially the latter, whose face had turned pale with fright before, but now he calmed down a little.

In this way, time slowly passed by as the three of them had their own thoughts.

As night fell, a group of young girls appeared on the high platform and began to dance gracefully. They were dressed in silk gauze and danced gracefully. Large areas of their snow-white skin were exposed, causing many people to make frivolous calls.

Wang Fu looked at it for a while and felt a little bored. He simply used his fingers to pop out a burst of spiritual power, activating the room restriction and sealing off the outside world.

Then he left a word, went to the open space on the side of the room, sat cross-legged, and started practicing.

"You two can just do what you want and don't leave this room."

"Yes, senior." Lu'er pulled Xiaolan and bowed respectfully. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then practiced cross-legged on the spot in a decent manner.

However, Lu'er's mind could not calm down.

There was no words for the whole night, and the three people in the room kept their awareness of cultivation. However, at a certain moment, a gap suddenly appeared in Wang Fu's eyes.

"Someone really wants to peep!"

In Wang Fu's perception, the restriction of the room was hit by a spiritual consciousness that came from nowhere. Although the other party was very cautious, under Wang Fu's spiritual consciousness, there was no way to escape.

However, he did not disturb the other party. He just closed his eyes again and watched the other party break through the room restrictions and peek inside. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that he retreated out the same way, but the room restrictions did not react at all.

"This person is really careful, but judging from his strength, he is definitely not in the Golden Core realm..."

The next morning, Wang Fu seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes and waved his hand to remove the restrictions in the room. Then he stood up and walked to the railing, looking at the high platform in the arena.

Then, a stream of light flew out from a loft and landed directly on the high platform that was hundreds of feet in radius.

The light faded, revealing an old man wearing a silver-edged white robe like the old man surnamed Zeng, but his figure was very different. He was quite thin and had a hunchback.

The hunchbacked old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth:

"Everyone, the time has come, and the competition for the island master of Yunming Island is now officially starting."

"Before that, I have to tell you the rules. In the competition, you can hurt people, but you cannot kill people. The competition is conducted in the form of drawing lots. The sky is a thousand feet high and the arena is there. Of course, if any Taoist friend is confident, you can also use this high platform as a battlefield. There are no restrictions. Hehe... The Taoist friend who stays at the end will be qualified to compete with the island master candidate. The winner will become the island master until this hundred years."

"Now, please ask the Taoist friends who are interested in serving as the island master of Yunming Island to come up, and I will distribute the lottery numbers."

"Of course, it is best to have a Taoist friend with a cultivation level of more than the late Jindan period, otherwise it would be bad to humiliate yourself."

As soon as the old man closed his mouth, noisy voices rang out in the surrounding attics, most of whom were discussing the island master candidate. After all, this is a very rare situation.

"Fellow Daoist Cao, who is the candidate for the island master?" A Jindan cultivator's voice came up.

"Hehe... I have nothing to tell you. If this fellow Daoist wants to meet him, you can stand at the end." The hunchbacked old man grinned and looked at the person who spoke.

The man opened his mouth, but shrank back, and glanced at something else in a trance. It was obvious that asking questions was not his intention.

Everyone laughed.

Then, streams of light of various colors shot up into the sky, and finally landed on the high platform. The light faded, revealing more than forty figures with different costumes and appearances.

These figures included men and women, and their cultivation was at least in the late Jindan period, and nearly half of them were in the Jindan Great Perfection stage.

"Are there any others?" The hunchbacked old man nodded slightly, and then shouted again.

"After three breaths, those who have not reached the high platform will not be eligible to participate in the competition for the island owner."

"Three..."

"Don't panic, Fellow Daoist Cao, I'm here!"

A beam of light came from a distance, and landed on the high platform while the hunchbacked old man paused.

"Everyone, I'm late!"