Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 234: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

“The sunset is so beautiful!”

Bai Xingchen exclaimed in praise.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the evening glow was about to sink. The setting sun had already submerged half of the clouds in the distance, dyeing the setting sun like blood.

The creepy red light illuminated the earth, dyeing the distant mountains and rivers with a layer of color. For a moment, the blood was like a song and the scenery was like a painting.

"It's worth the trip to see such a beautiful scenery."

Bai Xingchen sighed again, then turned around and sat down.

A dry land meteor suddenly rose from the ground, flew out of the corridor, and headed straight towards the portal in the air.

At first there were only one or two, but then the meteors continued to pour out of the corridor, densely packed and connected in a line, which was very beautiful for a moment.

"This is?"

Chen Fuyuan looked up in surprise.

"Something big must have happened?"

The black dot in Ye Hanshuang's hand fell to the ground, but she was in no mood to care about it at the moment. She just stared blankly at the sky.

After fighting for so long, how many people are still in Shichengzhai? But there are definitely not as many as the meteors in the sky.

"what happened?"

Wei Yangjing's face looked a little ugly, and he grabbed a monk from the Seven Cities who was trying to escape.

The monks from the seven cities who had just been scrambling and rushing inside were now running around like headless flies. Those who rushed out of the corridor all had pale faces, as if they had just escaped from the devil's lair.

However, the captured monk was so frightened that his teeth were chattering and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Iron Fist Saint Kashiwa is here!"

"Run! They are the Ten Great Foundation Establishment Masters!"

"Help me, my legs are weak and I can't walk anymore!"

There were voices of people crying for their parents in the corridor, and they only regretted that they had one less leg and could run slower. Especially the desperate cries that came from time to time, as if they were a death warrant.

"The Ten Outstanding Foundation Establishers?"

Wei Yangjing's expression became even uglier. He let go of the waste in his hand and looked towards the corridor with sharp eyes.

The monk fell to the ground and couldn't stand up. He was extremely anxious and struggled to hold onto Wei Yangjing's feet, as if he was grabbing the last straw.

"help me!"

Wei Yangjing stepped on his head three times, and the hands that were tightly holding his legs finally loosened.

"What bad luck."

Wei Yangjing patted his legs and feet twice with his hands with a look of disgust before he was satisfied.

The monk from the White Jade Tower behind him bent down, collected the storage bag of the useless monk who had already died, and handed it over respectfully.

Wei Yangjing took it without even looking at it, but his mood finally improved a little.

The monks from other major sects naturally heard it as well, and all of them looked grim.

"This is going to be difficult. With Saint Bai blocking the way, I'm afraid we won't be able to capture him unless we give up a few lives."

Shang Xianming of Wanjian Mountain said worriedly.

"No matter how strong Saint Bai is, he is only one person. There are so many of us. Are we still afraid of him?"

Yuan Xianzhen, who was asking for help from the Demon Mountain, said this with a straight face.

"That's right. My brother Yuan is a talented person among men. Naturally, he is not afraid of any of the top ten." He Rangmei looked at him with admiration and spoke softly.

Yuan Xianzhen was stunned. She was just saying something casually, but she was trapped by this bitch. She couldn't move forward or retreat. She immediately became ruthless. When she forced Sheng Jiabai to retreat, she would fuck her hard when this bitch fulfilled her promise that night, so that she would remember her first man.

"That's right. I'm Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain. I was originally the vanguard. With so many of us, each of us can use one move. Can't we kill him?"

A monk who looked like a strong young man climbed onto a large rock and spoke passionately.

For a moment, the heroes were all indignant, and everyone had something to say. Some were surprised, some had fighting intent in their eyes, some were surprised, and some laughed at the unlucky ten heroes. Everyone had a different expression on their face, and for a moment, no one cared about these headless flies.

"It turned out to be Saint Bai. He is so unlucky that he came to this lucky map but ended up in Stone City Stronghold."

Bai Xingchen looked at the messy group of monks below with an indifferent expression.

He was already content to be able to see the sunrise, and he also wanted to thank the Iron Fist Saint Jiabai. After all, it took so long and the timing was just right.

"I just don't know, is that short-haired Taoist priest still alive?" Ye Hanshuang murmured to himself.

"But even if he is one of the Ten Great Saints, he can't beat four people with two fists."

Chen Fuyuan let out a long sigh.

The killing troop went all the way to the city gate, looking at the scattered crowd with ferocious eyes and wanting to chase them out.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

A flying sword came rushing over like a flash of light, heading straight for the killing team of the Stone City Stronghold. It circled around one of the people in the team before slowly flying back.

The head of the monk in Mi Pengyong's team had just rolled down when Shang Xianming's shout was heard.

"Go back first."

The murderous team finally realized the reality and dared only to glare at Shang Xianming. They collected the storage bag of the fallen monk and retreated into the corridor.

"These people are too arrogant. They don't even take us seriously!"

He took back the flying sword. Although he had just killed someone, Shang Xianming was still very angry. When did an unknown person dare to look at him coldly?

"Everyone, please listen to me. Even if it's the Iron Fist Saint Jiabai, he will leave his boxing gloves behind today."

Shang Xianming jumped onto a big tree and shouted loudly.

Duan Qiuchen gently waved his folding fan, remained motionless in his chair, and looked coldly at the people who were still talking.

"Brother Duan, aren't you going to take action?"

A scholar from the Yangxinyuan nearby asked in confusion.

"How do we fight? No one is willing to give in. Are you going to beat them all down, or am I going to beat them all down?"

Duan Qiuchen rolled his eyes at him. This kind of pig-brain actually came from Yangxinyuan.

"This……"

The scholar was sweating profusely. Not to mention all of them, even he alone would be in trouble.

"Where's Fan Canqi? You've been out for the toilet for so long, why haven't you come back yet? Did you fall into the toilet?"

Duan Qiuchen looked around but couldn't see the second-generation rich guy.

"I saw him sneaking towards the corridor."

A scholar said in a low voice.

"What? When did it happen?"

Duan Qiuchen was shocked and asked hurriedly.

"Three hours ago."

Seeing Duan Qiuchen so panicked, the scholar spoke even more quietly.

"Did you see him come out?"

Duan Qiuchen's heart suddenly sank. "This second-generation rich man must not try to show off his strength!"

"Never..."

Everyone then realized that everyone in the corridor had come out, but Fan Canqi was nowhere to be seen. At this time, there was no need for everyone to look for him, as he came out arrogantly to show off. At this time, there was still no trace of him, and they were afraid that he had met with an accident. For a moment, everyone's face turned pale, and they just felt like the sky had fallen.

"It's over, it's over..."

Duan Qiuchen fell down onto the stool.

"How am I going to explain to Vice President Fan when I go back this time? Why didn't you keep an eye on him!!!" Duan Qiuchen looked ferocious.

"We are incompetent, and we hope that Senior Brother Duan will punish us."

The academy disciples around dared not sit still and fell to their knees.

"If the sky falls, there's always someone to hold it up."

Duan Qiuchen's handsome face was darker than pig liver.

The disciples of Yangxin Academy who were kneeling on the ground were all silent and trembling.

This was truly an unprovoked disaster. With that second-generation rich man's methods and strength, he could have met anyone else, but the Iron Fist Saint Jiabai who could break anything with one punch.

In the early stage, physical cultivators were weak and magic cultivators were strong. However, a physical cultivator who could reach the top of the Ten Greatest was undoubtedly at least a hundred years old. At this time, a physical cultivator was no longer someone that a magic cultivator could easily provoke.

Duan Qiuchen was also furious when he saw this group of useless people. When they landed in Tuyu City and divided into seven cities, they were quite proud. However, what was the point of bringing back the thousand-year-old elixir this time?

"Fan Canqi is dead, but his things must be taken back, otherwise even I will be punished."

Duan Qiuchen said in a deep voice.

"We will definitely make amends and lend a helping hand to Senior Brother Duan."

Everyone kneeling on the ground shouted in unison.

"I will take care of the Holy Family Cypress."

A figure suddenly appeared on the scene.

The man's long hair was casually draped behind his head, and his face was as firm as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe. He was only two meters tall, but when he stood there, he gave people a feeling of being extremely tall and mighty.

"It's the Demon Sword Fu Haishan."

Duan Qiuchen stood up with a look of joy on his face. "This is finally going to work."

"It's Fu Haishan, one of the ten heroes!"

"He is Fu Haishan?"

"Devil Sword Fu Haishan, I haven't seen him for only three years, but I didn't expect that the devil sword has become heavier again."

There was another round of discussion.

Everyone present was not afraid of the Ten Heroes, and they only believed in their own fists, so even though there were many people present, no one would submit to anyone else. It was extremely difficult to command these masters.

"Everyone, would you like to follow me and meet the Saint Bai?"

Fu Haishan didn't pay attention to the discussions around him, as if he was used to it.

"Since it is Brother Fu who has invited us, it would be disrespectful for us to decline."

The disciples from various major sects all bowed and responded.

"Then let's go."

Fu Haishan said simply and took the lead.

Disciples from major sects followed him in groups of five or ten, walking towards the corridor with excitement on their faces.

"Brother Xun, shouldn't we go up and lend a hand?"

A disciple from the Self-Sacrifice Academy asked in confusion.

"A forced melon is not sweet, and no one will cherish something given away for free. Follow along and grab the bargains if they are available."

Xun Zi, who was wearing full armor, said calmly.

"Yes, Brother Xun."

Behind Xun Zi, nine monks who were also wearing full body armor shouted in unison.

"Interesting, interesting. How could a small village of seven cities gather two of the top ten masters? I don't know what the final result of the fight between the two tigers will be. I can't wait. Where is Li San?"

"Li San is here, what do you want, young master?"

A monk from the Skylark Tower stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Go down and keep a close eye on the battle situation. Once you have the results, come back and tell me immediately."

Bai Xingchen ordered.

"Yes, young master, Li San will obey your orders."

The monk from Skylark Tower bowed, turned around and went downstairs.

"Zhou Yuxiang, you should go and have a look too."

Ye Hanshuang shouted to the monk sitting on the city wall.

"Ah."

Zhou Yuxiang nodded to Ye Hanshuang and floated down the city wall.

The most embarrassed person was Chen Fuyuan. He realized at this moment that he had spoken too early. Now he was the only one left with no one to use.

At the moment, I could only helplessly pick up a cup of tea to hide my embarrassment, but the tea tasted a bit bitter.