Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 227: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

The soul of the yellow-robed monk had just flown a distance when he felt a huge pulling force acting on his body. He could not get rid of it and shouted anxiously.

"Fellow Daoist He Fang, your body is dead and your Dao is gone. The grudges are settled. Leave it to the next reincarnation!"

However, his words came to an abrupt end, and the pulling force suddenly increased several times. The soul of the yellow-robed monk quickly flew towards a short-haired Taoist priest, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Several figures looked in that direction in surprise, but didn't care, just thinking that the man had gone too far. But he also didn't feel ashamed of the yellow-robed monk's behavior, so naturally he had no intention of doing him justice.

"It's him?"

A clear female voice was heard from an attic building surrounding the square.

These people seemed quite relaxed, setting out their tea bowls and cups, looking quite relaxed.

"Miss Frost knows him?"

Bai Xingchen also took a look at the short-haired creature and found that there was nothing special about it.

"Just an old friend."

Ye Hanshuang murmured to himself. He vaguely remembered the foolish look of the young man. He didn't expect that he was still alive. It has been so long, has he not let it go?

"You are quite brave to block the way with only the strength of the third level of foundation building."

Bai Xingchen waved his paper fan and looked at the young man admiringly.

"Come to think of it, I still owe him my life, but I'm afraid I won't have the chance to repay it."

Ye Hanshuang withdrew her gaze, and her slender hands held a cup of tea and blew gently. The black veil still covered her beautiful face.

"Could he be the little brother in the Five Treasures Secret Realm?"

Bai Xingchen was surprised and looked at the short-haired creature again.

"That's him."

Ye Hanshuang did not speak. It was Zhou Yuxiang who spoke. He has been building his foundation for many years now. Looking at the Wuzang Secret Realm 12 years ago, it was still vivid in his mind. Although there were great changes, the mysterious connection made him recognize the young man at a glance.

"I have heard about what happened back then, but isn't what the young man did today inappropriate?"

Bai Xingchen looked at the five lonely figures beside the young man, feeling somewhat desolate.

"Maybe his heart has already died."

Ye Hanshuang sighed softly and took a sip of tea.

Ye Hanshuang definitely didn't know that Wang Qiye's mind was now fascinated by Lei Siyu, Hu Mingyue, and Duanmu Lan, and he was lingering in the flowers all day long. Fortunately, Ye Hanshuang was still sad for him. If she knew, I don't know how she would feel.

"What does Miss Frost think about the upcoming situation?"

Bai Xingchen's gaze returned to the group of people in the square and he said lightly.

"Brother Bai, don't you already have the answer? Even Chen Fuyuan, the smiling Buddha, has surrendered. Is there any need for us to persist?"

Ye Hanshuang said this with self-mockery.

"It's not shameful. Over the past 30,000 years, there have been countless talented people who failed in the end." Zhou Yuxiang said this with a very calm expression.

"2 years ago, Guan Tianxia, ​​who was known for his ability to break all laws with one punch, was invincible. He was so talented, yet he was exhausted to death. If he hadn't died, he would have definitely ascended to heaven by now."

"Fifteen thousand years ago, the Liu Qing couple, who were known as the most harmonious people in the Dao, joined forces and were invincible, but they were also exhausted to death. If such a genius had not gone against the Dao, wouldn't he have led an era?"

"Twelve thousand years ago, Lu Xingshan, who was known for his unparalleled skills, created a Jindan puppet to guard here, but wasn't it beaten to pieces in the end?"

"Ten thousand years ago, Lei Huanli, who was known for being the fastest in breaking through realms, formed a pill. What good was that? A third-realm cultivator with an unstable realm was still drowned in the flood of magic."

"So many seniors have tried, I won't tell you one by one, you all know it, there is no need for us to be heroes. Besides, no one has guarded this city gate for more than 10,000 years, so a few of us won't make a difference."

Zhou Yuxiang said it very naturally, as if it was a very ordinary little thing.

"Yes, it has been unguarded for over 10,000 years. Why doesn't he understand?"

Ye Hanshuang turned to look at the short-haired Taoist priest again and said regretfully.

"Miss Frost, have some tea. It will get cold soon."

Bai Xingchen said calmly, waving a paper fan.

Ye Hanshuang nodded slightly, picked up a cup of new tea and blew gently.

A monk had just died in the square, but no one frowned, as if they were used to this kind of thing. If it weren't for the dirty liquid still flowing on the ground, it would be as if what happened just now had never happened.

"What do you say now?"

A purple-robed monk who had just divided the spoils spoke up.

Everyone fell silent for a moment and dared not speak nonsense anymore.

"With those six at the front, we can fight a few times and then retreat. It will still be safe. I, Qiu, am willing to lead the charge."

A white-robed monk said.

"Who knows if those six are really willing to fight back? What if they run away after a few moves? What will happen to the people behind us?"

A green-robed monk quit.

"That's right, you guys took advantage and ran away, who among us dares to stop you?"

A monk in a green robe also started to make a noise.

"Since the six have already made their stance clear, why would they flee in the face of danger?"

"That's hard to say. After all, we only have one life."

"That's right. If a disaster really strikes, how many people can really let it go and give up their lives?"

"Okay, stop arguing. If you all trust me, Mi Pengyong, how about I lead you all temporarily?"

A monk who had just participated in dividing the storage bag shouted loudly.

The crowd of noisy voices finally became clear. It turns out that only those who are strong and courageous can win the support of the crowd.

"Since no one is talking, do you think you agree? It's not too late to leave now. If someone doesn't follow the rules after the arrangements are made, don't blame Mi's subordinates for being shady."

Mi Pengyong crossed his arms and looked at the crowd and said.

More than a dozen people left one after another, and Mi Pengyong did not stop them. These were all arrogant people, how could they consider themselves inferior. But arrogance has its price, and they can only line up behind Mi Pengyong's group and fight with those people from the seven cities. As for the last few people, no one helped to block them, and whether they could hold out until the three breaths of transmission time was entirely up to themselves.

"Since everyone has chosen to stay, I, Mi, will naturally choose a plan that everyone can believe in. We will draw lots to decide the order of appearance. I believe everyone will agree with this plan, right? In order to ensure fairness, I, Mi, will volunteer to be the last one."

Mi Pengyong said, patting his chest.

"Brother Mi is willing to cover for everyone, and we admire him very much, so we naturally have nothing to say."

A red-robed monk said.

"Since no one has any objections, let's get started."

Mi Pengyong squatted on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and practiced his skills. The mud on the ground rolled down into more than 50 mud balls, as if a hand was kneading it. These mud balls were equal in size, then slowly left the ground, floated into the air, and finally hovered at the position of his chest. These mud balls were wrapped by Mi Pengyong's spiritual consciousness to prevent others from prying.

Everyone looked at his trick with higher regard. It seemed that this trick of carving numbers in mud balls was not the first time he had done this.

"Who comes first?"

Mi Pengyong stood up and pointed at the mud ball next to him and asked.

Although they could not use spiritual consciousness to investigate, there were still several cultivators present who knew the number in the mud ball through their own secret methods. They waved their hands, pinched the mud ball open, revealed the number inside, and lined up in the front.

When the others saw the people who had just drawn the lottery were all in the front, they knew what was going on, but there was nothing they could do. In great anxiety, they could only grab a mud ball at random and open it. As for what number they got, they could only leave it to fate.

"Okay, now that everyone has lined up and recognized our team, I also hope that when someone comes to cut in line, everyone can help out, and don't let Mi deal with it alone."

Mi Pengyong wrote down everyone's numbers one by one while making a joke. Although he said that, sometimes when you meet a strong man, you still have to admit defeat when you should. If you say it now, it will be convenient to shut everyone up, and no one will dare to say anything.

"Of course we won't let Brother Mi deal with it alone. We are also quite brave."

Only the red-robed monk responded to him.

"May I ask what is your name, fellow Taoist?"

Mi Pengyong stretched out his hand, clasped his fists, and bowed.

"Yandang Mountain, Xiong Fangfan."

The red-robed monk also extended his hand in a salute.

It turned out to be a wandering cultivator. Mi Pengyong understood. This person did not leave the city to look for herbs, but dared to fight with the cultivators from the seven cities. He must be quite capable. Mi Pengyong could not help but keep an eye on him.

"It's still early for the fourth day, and I have a jar of fine wine here. Brother Xiong, are you interested? Let's drink it today?"

"Brother Mi is so kind, I would be disrespectful to refuse it."

Xiong Fangfan grinned, very interested.

"Come on, let's drink to our heart's content on that high platform."

Mi Pengyong stepped on the ground and flew up, landing in the empty attic next to Ye Hanshuang Wubai Xingchen.

Xiong Fangfan also nodded lightly and followed, secretly thinking that Mi Pengyong was really open-minded. He chose this place in public, and he thought that he would not stop drinking until someone was drunk with that jar of wine.

The group of people below finally reached a consensus and prepared to fight back a few times before retreating. If they left like this, they would probably not be able to get through the inner demon tribulation after entering the fourth realm.

But how many people here can cultivate to the fourth realm?

Some of the remaining people in the square chose to stay where they were to recuperate, while others invited each other to tour the Stone City. For a while, everyone was busy with their own things, but they were quite relaxed.