Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 239: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

"What's going on here?"

Fu Haishan stood up and grabbed a panicked monk from a large sect who had just escaped from the corridor. He looked at the foggy corridor with a look of confusion.

"There was also a bald demon inside. He killed 20 monks one by one with his sword."

This monk was almost lifted up by Fu Haishan to keep standing. Otherwise, he would have collapsed to the ground at this moment.

"I see."

Fu Haishan let him go and let him collapse to the ground. He knew what he said was true without having to go in to check.

Fu Haishan stared at the foggy corridor in a daze. "Is this why you don't want to leave?"

"Brother Wei, why don't you bring the people from Yangxin Hospital with you?"

Duan Qiuchen looked at Wei Yangjing's smiling face. No matter how good his Qi-cultivation skills were, he wanted to tear his mouth apart at this moment.

"Hey, didn't you follow me out? You were clearly following behind me the whole time."

Wei Yangjing looked at Duan Qiuchen's increasingly cold eyes, but ultimately did not dare to provoke him.

"Okay, Brother Wei, I will remember your kindness today."

Duan Qiuchen said through gritted teeth.

Wei Yangjing said nothing, walked to the unoccupied table nearby, and leisurely laid out the tea set.

Wang Qiye chopped down another panicked monk, and suddenly became a little annoyed and roared.

"Leave the magic weapon storage bag, and you can survive."

The sound shuttled back and forth in the long and narrow corridor, sounding very creepy, but at this moment, to the ears of those headless flies, it was like the sound of nature.

"really?"

"He won't lie to us, will he?"

Many monks stopped, only a few were still running in panic, trapped in the maze and spinning in circles.

"you."

The eagle beast looked at the sixty-odd monks still trapped in the maze and said, "These are the power of my own growth." He turned around and glared at Wang Qiye.

"They will probably attack again tomorrow."

Wang Qiye said somewhat uncertainly.

"Humph."

The eagle beast snorted coldly and spat out several blood spears, stabbing the monks who were still wandering around to the ground.

Fu Haishan organized a group of people, only about thirty, and was about to set out to the tunnel to rescue those trapped. More than 400 monks went in, and now only more than 200 have escaped, and many people are still trapped inside. The shouts and screams inside are still echoing, which is creepy to listen to.

The fog in the corridor suddenly dissipated.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they all knew what that meant. Could it be...

Suddenly, a large group of land meteors shot straight into the sky. Everyone looked at the dragging tails and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Haishan saw a bald man wearing a black raven mask, holding a knife in both hands, looking towards him. Looking at the condensed sword intent on his body, for some reason, he felt that it was that person.

Wang Qiye withdrew his gaze and met the eagle beast's resentful eyes. He could only choose to ignore it.

At this time, even Dahei expressed his clear dissatisfaction to Wang Qiye, and rolled over in Wang Qiye's arms.

"This ancestor has devoured the souls of more than 850 cultivators today, but he is still not satisfied. He is becoming more and more difficult to serve." Wang Qiye sighed and walked back to the depths of the corridor.

"This is your share."

Zhan Qiaoqi stuffed a storage bag into Wang Qiye's hand.

"These disciples from big sects are quite wealthy."

Wang Qiye calculated the gains and sighed. In addition to what Zhan Qiaoqi gave him, the disciples of the major sects basically contributed five magic weapons each.

Among his current harvest, there are 337 storage bags, 341 second-level attack magic weapons, 46 second-level defense magic weapons, 216 second-level broken magic weapons, 127 first-level magic weapons, a pile of spirit stones and herbs, and a pile of junk.

Zhou Yuxiang and Li San rushed forward to take advantage of the situation. Surprisingly, each of them got three attacking magic weapons. They were grinning from ear to ear for a while.

"Three of you, we have discussed it and are ready to return."

Several of Mi Pengyong's men and the two lone wolves stood up and said goodbye to the three beasts.

There were quite a lot of casualties today, nine of Mi Pengyong's men and five lone wolves died. Now those with huge fortunes were a little scared. Among them, including the broken magic tools, there were at least 50 pieces. The price of a broken second-level magic tool for remelting materials was 600 spirit stones, which was a considerable income.

Maybe there will never be such an opportunity again in the future, to become rich overnight, but as long as you are alive, these things are yours. If you die, the things will be divided among everyone. They are a group of people who don't know each other. You still expect to help you find your descendants and hand them over to him? What a fool!

"Well, let's go slowly without seeing you off."

The tiger beast was rushing to reply and ignored them. The eagle beast was aloof and didn't bother to pay attention to them. Wang Qiye nodded as a response.

"Everyone, see you later."

These people pressed the mechanical ball and said goodbye to the monks who were resting and recovering.

Everyone just glanced at them calmly and then closed their eyes. Fortune and wealth are always sought in danger. It is basically a foolish dream to wait for a golden nugget to hit you. Besides, if you don't take a chance this time, you will never forgive yourself in this life. After all, the three beasts are as reliable as ever.

Several dry land meteors rose from the ground and shot straight towards the portal in the sky.

Zhan Qiaoqi glared at Wang Qiye, and he let him go so easily.

As a result, there are only 29 people left in Mi Pengyong's group and 36 people left in Lone Wolf. If a big battle breaks out tomorrow, I'm afraid the pressure on the front line will be a bit too much.

"Miss in the bamboo hat, we are here to help you."

Eighteen masked monks fell from the city wall.

"We, the monks from the Pasturing Villa, will also come to help."

A team of nine monks, each carrying a coffin on their backs, came out from the corner.

"welcome everybody."

Zhan Qiaoqi looked at this new force with his eyes shining and a sense of confidence rising from his chest.

These people were all powerful and had a profound aura. They were obviously from big sects. Those who were resting looked at them and secretly exclaimed, "Wow, these people can become the main force! I wonder what those who just left would think when they knew about their arrival?"

Several monks secretly wiped their sweat. "It was almost there. If you had arrived a little later, I would have missed out on this overwhelming wealth! You are truly my second parents!"

These eighteen masked monks are naturally Zhou Yuxiang and Li San who have returned.

The two men returned to the city wall and told the story with some exaggeration to Bai Xingchen, Ye Hanshuang and Chen Fuyuan.

"I miscalculated. I didn't expect that besides the Iron Fist Saint Bai, there are two other heroes? If they hadn't surrendered, I would really like to go down and meet them."

Bai Xingchen stared at the night sky, lost in thought. "I can win this easily? It turns out that fate is in my hands!"

"Yan Jinglan? I've never heard of her before?"

Chen Fuyuan thought about it again, but there was no such person in his memory at all.

"People from the Shepherd Villa can easily become famous as long as they find a high-quality corpse to refine." Ye Hanshuang didn't care.

"That's right, but I don't know what realm her corpse was in when she was alive." Chen Fuyuan rarely smiled at this moment.

"Is that bald Taoist priest really that powerful?"

Bai Xingchen seemed a little bit unconvinced. He had seen powerful people before, but it was incredible that he could kill 20 people in the same realm with just one strike. If Li San hadn't said it himself, even someone as smart as Bai Xingchen would never have believed it.

"He was still holding the antique Red Rain. Relying on the advantage of the famous weapon, he cut through the opponent's defensive magic weapon with one stroke. This knife makes me scared. Among these second-level magic weapons, it is difficult to find one that can block it."

Li San was still immersed in the scene of red rain flying among the crowd.

"Could it be Wang Qiye?"

Chen Fuyuan's heart skipped a beat.

"That's him."

Zhou Yuxiang said affirmatively.

"Why, you all know him?"

Bai Xingchen was surprised, wondering why he didn't know this.

"The one that Brother Bai has met is the one we had tea with."

Ye Hanshuang chuckled and said that she was happy for some reason when she learned that he was not dead.

"So it was him. I never expected that I had made a mistake."

Only then did Bai Xingchen recall the monk who was sitting in meditation.

"Impossible. I know Junior Brother Wang's strength. Even if I give him another ten years, it shouldn't be like this!"

Chen Fuyuan's face looked extremely ugly, he muttered to himself, unable to believe it.

"If you don't believe me, go down and see for yourself."

Zhou Yuxiang found it a little funny. It was rare to see Chen Fuyuan like this. At least now, he didn't hate him anymore.

"Is he from Lingxi Valley?"

Bai Xingchen only then knew the young man's background, and secretly sighed that when did he become so careless, he only saw that he was at the fifth level of foundation building and went to die, and did not ask anything. Now he was even more curious about the young man.

"My junior fellow apprentice was hurt by love in his early years, so as soon as he entered the inner sect, he married two wives and spent his days and nights in revelry. Unexpectedly, after letting go of his temper, his cultivation level increased greatly. In nearly four years, his cultivation level has reached the third level of foundation building, which is considered to be rapid progress and a manifestation of genius. He usually keeps a low profile and is rarely seen on the arena. I just heard that he likes to hunt monsters. If he hadn't shown this today, I'm afraid that I, his senior fellow apprentice, would still be in the dark."

Chen Fuyuan only returned to his usual expression at this moment, but anyone who saw him at this moment could tell that it was a fake smile.

"He has two wives?"

Ye Hanshuang was quite angry, and a surge of rage was burning in her. She was still sighing at his infatuation, but he turned around and had many wives and concubines.

"What a pervert."

Bai Xingchen sighed. He had always thought that he was the child of destiny. He had traveled to this world by himself and everything had been going smoothly. He had seen all kinds of geniuses, but now that he met such a perverted person, he couldn't help but swear.

"Could it be that he has suppressed his cultivation level?"

"Impossible. Building the fourth level of foundation in four years? Building the fifth level of foundation?" Chen Fuyuan's fake smile turned cold on his face. The more he thought about it, the more disappointed he became.

"Otherwise there is no way to explain it?" Zhou Yuxiang muttered. After more than ten years of practice, he had only reached the seventh level of foundation building.

"It can only be explained by the state of pressure. At this age, who doesn't have one or two hidden skills?" Bai Xingchen thought he had figured out his true intentions and nodded as if he understood.

You know what, he really guessed it right. Wang Qiye did practice a technique called "Mangosteen Withered and Decayed Technique" to conceal his aura.

"Well, Miss Frost, do you want to go down and get some magical tools?"

Zhou Yuxiang asked, licking his face.

"Go ahead. I'm too shy to do such a thing."

Ye Hanshuang laughed at himself with some envy.

"Li San, you guys should go too. The magic weapons you earn will be considered as the benefits of this trip to the secret realm."

"Then young master, do you want to leave two people to serve you tea or water?"

Li San was a little hesitant.

"Everyone, go, and remember to leave a good impression on that young man."

Bai Xingchen specifically instructed.

"It's the young master."

Li San knew that the young master wanted to make friends with him, but this kind of genius might not necessarily look down upon our Skylark Tower.