Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 232: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

The monks from the major sects who had been waiting at the table for a long time stood up one after another and walked towards the corridor.

Even Wei Yangjing, who had been beating the drums for a whole day without showing any sign of fatigue, stopped playing. He seemed to be tired of playing, threw the two hammers to the monks of Baiyu Tower beside him, and went to the corridor alone.

"Master, wait for us."

The other monks from the White Jade Tower quickly followed him, leaving only the monk who took the stick to beat the drum alone.

“Boom, boom, boom—”

The drums behind them continued to sound, and the surging crowd of monks from the seven cities swarmed in, as impatient as locusts. Of course, there were still many people outside, and they couldn't get in yet, but at this moment, the team stopped again.

"Why did you stop?"

The monks from the big sects kept looking inside, but they could only see the dark masses of heads, but they couldn't make out anything. Flying was prohibited throughout the Seven City Wall, otherwise everyone would have already climbed over the wall and charged in.

The killing team retreated while killing, and slowly retreated behind the eagle and tiger beasts. Only then did the eagle and tiger beasts slowly stand up.

Saint Jiabai even moved his neck and wrists, making crisp sounds of crackling. He waited for quite a long time, so his condition was fully recovered.

Just one punch was enough to kill a monk from the Seven Cities. Even though the monk had already used a defensive weapon, the terrifying aftershock still took his life.

The eagle beast seemed to have absorbed too much energy and couldn't digest it. It opened its mouth and flew out five blood spears, shooting at five monks from the Seven Cities. Everyone hurriedly used defensive magic tools, talismans, and magical powers. Finally, they breathed a sigh of relief. However, the talisman became darker and darker, and a hole was corroded in the magic tool. The magical power became dimmer and dimmer under the black blood spears. Everyone was sweating profusely.

"No!"

One cultivator was the first to collapse. His defensive talisman had been contaminated and lost its effect. The blood spear pierced his body and drained his blood in an instant.

The other monks were so frightened that they saw the end of that monk. However, even with this small distraction, the black blood spears penetrated their bodies and four more fell in an instant.

Six monks fell to the ground one after another, and finally the surging crowd was relieved and stopped temporarily.

The corner of Sheng Jiabai's mouth twitched, and he swallowed the words "one of the top ten".

One's sword will was rising, and there was no limit to it. When the other fought, as long as there was blood, he seemed to have no fatigue, and could recover from any serious injury. The eagle beast sat down to "recover" just now, but it was fake. It was really to stabilize his newly advanced physical state.

The key point is that I have never heard of these two freaks before. Who can I go to for justice? Fortunately, I did not announce the title of the top ten, otherwise, I would really be too embarrassed to see anyone.

The eagle beast opened its mouth again and spit out five black blood spears, which flew towards the five monks.

"Again?"

Sheng Jiabai took a step forward and threw a punch with anger. The monks from the seven cities in front of him were lifted off the ground without any warning, and pressed on the monks behind him. Then another one hit the crowd behind him, which showed how powerful this punch of anger was. After throwing this punch, Sheng Jiabai felt better. The anger in his chest was finally released.

When the group of monks got up, the three people in the front never stood up again.

The killing team watched as the eagle beast spit out five black blood spears and killed five more people, forcing the entire surging crowd to take a step back. They couldn't help but sigh that this thing was indeed a "beast" and was really not a human!

Wang Qiye, who was still experiencing the exquisite moves of the local genius, had already recovered fully. He stood up and wanted to practice what he had just learned, but was held down by a pair of white hands.

"This is a protracted battle, you should rotate them later." As soon as Zhan Qiaoqi's pleasant voice fell, she put a storage bag in Wang Qiye's hand.

There was 10% of the harvest from the killing team, and the remaining 30% was given to the first six people. The lone wolf team got 40%, and each person got about 6 magic weapons. Mi Pengyong's team got the remaining 20%, and each person got about 3 magic weapons.

"Ah."

Wang Qiye didn't say anything, he even moved back a little to make some room, then sat down and savored the essence of this place.

The three newcomers who were given magic weapons walked out of the team and stood in a row with the two beasts. The middle-aged uncle, the little old man, and the strong man who had been slacking off received the storage bag sent by Zhan Qiaoqi and were happy to act as the firefighters in the back.

The crowd of monks from the seven cities, although unwilling, were helplessly pushed by the people behind them and rushed towards this side again.

The two teams started fighting again. Flying swords, talismans, and magical powers flew over like rain without any spiritual power.

However, this time, each of the five people in the front had a monk who was specifically using a defensive magic weapon to resist long-range attacks for them. When 3/1 of the spiritual power was consumed, another person would immediately take over, especially those who were unwilling to fight forward. They only needed to be responsible for the defensive magic weapon to help resist long-range attacks and they could participate in the profit sharing. Those who were willing to fight forward would have their share doubled.

Now, all the monks from the seven cities have been divided into three groups, no matter who killed them.

Mi Pengyong came over and stuffed a storage bag into Xiong Fangfan's hand. After going through this ordeal and having a drink together, the two brothers became more familiar with each other.

"It's a good thing you didn't leave. I wonder where the seven monks who left are crying now."

"Oh, so generous, three magic weapons, hahaha." Xiong Fangfan happily counted the things in the storage bag. Although there were not many things, he was very satisfied. Although there was only one broken and unusable magic weapon, one attack magic weapon, and one defense magic weapon.

But this is a magic weapon that I picked up for free. The spirit stones of the casual cultivators are all broken into two halves. I am not afraid of being laughed at when I say this. I work hard outside for a year, but I can't earn the income from this magic weapon.

Mi Pengyong shook his head helplessly. "What's the point of this country bumpkin who has never seen the world?"

"This is just the beginning. As long as those three keep standing, we can keep harvesting. If things go wrong, don't say that I didn't warn you."

"Of course. When the time comes, I won't need Brother Mi to remind me. I will definitely escape very quickly." Xiong Fangfan smiled knowingly.

"With all your wealth, you still want to earn double the share?" Mi Pengyong asked puzzledly.

"Hey, Brother Mi, you are a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man. I, my brother, am living a hard life in that remote corner of the mountains. The danger there is nothing compared to this." Xiong Fangfan smiled faintly and looked towards the battle line.

A monk from the Stone City Village was in danger and was about to be ripped open by a magic sword. The old man thrust out a long spear diagonally, knocking the flying sword away, saving him and pulling him behind him. The long spear continued to move forward, piercing a hole in the monk from the Seven Cities. He was doomed to die, but he only suffered minor injuries, and his position was taken by a newcomer.

"By the way, Brother Mi, why don't you try to get the share in the future? Look at the brothers, everyone is ready to go. Who is willing to leave?" Xiong Fangfan looked over with envy.

"About this matter, I have fought for my brothers, but that woman is too shameless, and I can't deal with her." Speaking of this, Mi Pengyong's face turned red.

Xiong Fangfan was surprised. He finally saw what a gentleman was. If they had to decide the profit after a fight, no matter how beautiful Zhan Qiaoqi was or how hot she was, for the sake of a share, Brother Mi could use his fists to smash her delicate face. But they were actually competing for shamelessness...

"Brother Mi, actually you could have an affair with that bald guy..." Xiong Fangfan didn't shift his gaze and stared at the woman fiercely.

"Get out." Mi Pengyong punched him on the shoulder.

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not try to persuade you any more. But you must not save these talismans for me to use later." Mi Pengyong stuffed six talismans into Xiong Fangfan's hands.

"Brother Mi, no matter how good our relationship is, we can't do such shady things, right?" Xiong Fangfan grinned foolishly and said this, but he grabbed the talisman in his hand and stuffed it into his arms.

"This is a benefit for every monk who goes forward to fight. It's open to me. Anyway, they are all captured. I still have a lot here. Every time I go into battle, I will have no less than this amount."

"Really? Then I have to go into battle more often. Please find a back door for me and arrange for me to be in the team right now." Xiong Fangfan opened his eyes wide and looked at Mi Pengyong.

"Hey, there's really nothing I can do with you, come with me." Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Mi Pengyong had to use the privileges in his hands to open a back door for him.

Xiong Fangfan quickly got up, followed Mi Pengyong, pushed through the crowd, and the two of them squeezed to the front.

It just so happened that one of the cultivators had less than half of his spiritual power, so he used a big move to force back the cultivator from the Seven Cities, and Xiong Fangfan took over.

After the cultivator from the Seventh City used his magic weapon to defend himself, he felt somewhat proud and picked up his flying sword to chase after him.

Xiong Fangfan came forward with a large ring knife, and the two sides fought hard in this small space, but neither could do anything to the other.

Three attacking talismans flew out from the crowd of Seven Cities monks and hit Xiong Fangfan. From behind Xiong Fangfan, a bead flew up and released a layer of light shield, covering him completely. The three talismans were blocked by the light shield.

"It seems that I can't save this attack talisman from the beginning." Xiong Fangfan, who had already put on a defensive talisman, sighed softly, took out one of the three attack talismans, and held it in his hand.

"Hmph, look at how thick your turtle shell is?"

The monk from the Seven Cities, who had already tested his bottom line, sneered and attacked again with his magic weapon.

Xiong Fangfan just turned slightly to the side, and did not use the big ring knife to block, but chose to use his own defensive magic weapon to receive it. The Seventh City monk was surprised, but then his face showed ecstasy, and his hands became more and more ruthless.

"It's now!"

Xiong Fangfan activated the second-level attack talisman that he had been holding in his hand and hit the monk in the face. A rocket shot towards the monk from the Seven Cities.

"Little tricks."

The Seventh City monk sneered and ignored the attack, allowing the talisman to attack and be blocked by his defensive magic weapon. Although his vision was blocked at the moment, his magic sword still shone brightly, forcing several cracks on Xiong Fangfan's defensive magic weapon.

"how is this possible?"

The monks of the Seven Cities looked at the large ring knife that penetrated their defensive magic weapons and pierced their chests in amazement. It was not until then that a sentence came out from Xiong Fangfan's mouth.

"Golden Sword Out of the Cave"

The Seventh City monk was no longer able to maintain his spiritual power. The magic sword lost control, its light dimmed, and fell to the ground. The Seventh City monk also became limp and fell to the ground.

Before he could slip and fall to the ground, his magic sword, broken defensive magic weapon, storage bag and two talismans in his arms were all stolen by someone behind Xiong Fangfan.

Xiong Fangfan didn't look at the man behind him who was collecting trophies. He just glanced at his old friend and estimated that he could only withstand one more attack before being scrapped.

It's just the right time to take advantage of the next wave to destroy it, so that when I retreat later, I can pick a suitable defensive weapon from Zhan Qiaoqi.

Thinking of this, Xiong Fangfan looked at his next opponent, his eyes flashing with fire.