Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 237: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

"Duan, thank you for letting me."

Having achieved something, Wei Yangjing stared at his old rival with a proud look on his face, his tail already raised to the sky.

"Brother Wei has won the first battle and enhanced the prestige of our Seven Cities. This is truly cause for celebration. I admire you."

Duan Qiuchen forced a smile, but it was very forced.

"It's up to Brother Duan to perform next."

Wei Yangjing smiled with satisfaction, then sent out a wind blade, killing Zai Qilin who was pinned to the ground and unable to move.

"Of course I don't dare to disappoint Brother Wei."

Duan Qiuchen took a few steps forward, passed Wei Yangjing, and looked at his opponent and the old man behind him as he walked. "It's easy to deal with him, but the old man behind him looks extraordinary. This old man has rich experience in fighting enemies, so it's difficult to deal with him."

"I am from Yangxinyuan, Duan Qiuchen, and I have come to ask for your advice."

Duan Qiuchen bowed with a fan in his hand.

"..."

The monk opposite was about to give his name, but Duan Qiuchen suddenly made a move. He lightly stepped on the ground, and with a paper fan, he pointed at the throat of the monk from Shichengzhai. "If you want to prevent the other party from rescuing you in time, you can only take a risky move and fight for your life in close combat."

"rat."

The male cultivator cursed angrily and raised his knife to chop at him, but Duan Qiuchen did not dodge or evade and still pointed at his throat.

"court death."

A wooden sign floated up beside the male cultivator, protecting his neck. Three people appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slashed at the defenseless Duan Qiuchen with a grim smile.

The big knife cut Duan Qiuchen into two halves. The male cultivator was delighted, but the Duan Qiuchen in front of him was completely shattered.

"not good."

Seeing the scene in front of him, the monk from Shichengzhai hurriedly activated a jade pendant magic weapon to protect his whole body.

Only then did Duan Qiuchen's figure appear from his back, holding a short knife in one hand, stabbing it into the hazy fluorescent light, unable to advance an inch.

"Two defensive magic weapons?" Duan Qiuchen didn't expect that a disciple from a small sect like him would have such a wealthy fortune. If this cultivator only had one defensive magic weapon, he would have been lying on the ground by now.

"But it's good this way." Duan Qiuchen's expression remained unchanged, but a thin rope came out from his sleeve, which instantly tied the light shield tightly. The cultivator was also trapped in this small space and could not move.

"Let him go!"

The old man who was guarding the way saw that the monk from Shichengzhai was in danger, so he thrust his spear directly into Duan Qiuchen's back.

"Hmph, it's too late."

Duan Qiuchen raised a shield and faced the spear, muttering something, and the rope became tighter and tighter.

This monk from Shichengzhai would certainly not sit there and wait for death. He continuously transferred his spiritual power into the jade pendant to resist the unknown rope, creating a stalemate for a while.

"You are still young, young man."

The second brother's spear was blocked by the shield, but he still slid towards Duan Qiuchen.

The smile on Duan Qiuchen's face gradually froze. Looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, he only had time to cross his arms across his chest.

"drink!"

The old man punched forward, creating a sonic boom. Duan Qiuchen only had time to activate a defensive talisman before he felt like he was hit by a truck and stuck to the trapped monk from the Stone City Village behind him. Not only that, the two of them slid into the main formation of the Seven Cities monks under this force and were caught by those monks from the Seven Cities before they finally stopped.

"What a mess, Duan Qiuchen."

Wei Yangjing laughed triumphantly as he looked at Duan Qiuchen, who was holding up a broken arm and slowly standing up.

Duan Qiuchen, with a gloomy face, wanted to say something to the other party that he was not a weakling, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The monk from the Yangxin Academy next to him hurriedly took out a healing pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Only then did his complexion feel much better.

The old man reluctantly retreated back to his camp, and another monk from Shichengzhai filled the vacant position.

A man also stepped out from the formation of monks from the seven cities and engaged in combat with this monk.

After the Yangxin Academy disciple had connected Duan Qiuchen's severed hand and bandaged it, he endured the pain and stepped on the head of the captured monk from Shichengzhai.

"If you want him to live, return Fan Canqi's things to you." Duan Qiuchen said sternly with a gloomy face.

"Impossible. The two people killed by Fan Canqi will not agree to return it like this. He only gives away one third of the value at most." A soft female voice replied.

The monks from the seven cities then saw clearly that the one leading this group of monks was actually a female monk with a graceful figure and wearing a conical hat. They all looked at her with curiosity.

"If you are willing to return it, just consider it as me owing you a favor. When you go to the Yangxin Hospital in the future, just mention my name." Seeing the other person's figure, a sexy and enchanting woman, Duan Qiuchen's words softened.

"As a cultivator of the second realm, your words may not be very effective," Zhan Qiaoqi said with an unchanged tone.

"It seems that the life of this cultivator is not important to you at all?" Duan Qiuchen saw the other party's indifferent attitude and came up with a plan.

When the monks from the surrounding Stone City Stronghold heard these words and looked at the prisoner being trampled underfoot, their hearts sank. They thought to themselves that if they were captured, they would be worth a few magical instruments in exchange.

"Of course it's important, but if you want the remaining two-thirds, you have to exchange something, one for two." Zhan Qiaoqi's tone remained unchanged, but he cursed the other party in his heart. Although this method was useful, his calculations were wrong. Those who stayed had already known the consequences, so how could they be scared away by a few words from him?

"Okay, since you've made a concession, I agree to exchange one magic weapon for two." Duan Qiuchen nodded. The other party was very sensible and agreed to the exchange, so this psychological attack would be useless. In order not to anger the other party again, he also put down the foot that was stepping on the captive's head.

"You offer two magic weapons in exchange for one of mine." Zhan Qiaoqi said lightly.

"How dare you play tricks on me?" Duan Qiuchen's face turned red, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Wei Yangjing, who was watching the show on the side, laughed secretly at Duan Qiuchen who was defeated by the beautiful woman opposite him. He felt that he had never been so happy.

"The terms have been agreed upon. Whether you are willing or not is up to you."

"It seems that you don't plan to change?" Duan Qiuchen was surprised to see that the other party said such cold words. Their loose temporary organization without any treaty constraints had not yet fallen apart. At least at this time, there should be three or five monks who were dissatisfied with the attitude of the leader and ordered to leave.

"That depends on whether you are willing to pay the price." Zhan Qiaoqi said indifferently.

"Well, you will regret what happened today." Duan Qiuchen looked at her fiercely, and stepped on the prisoner's neck until he died.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Did you hear me? He dared to scare me. But what you said reminds me that I must prepare a few different outfits before going out next time."

Zhan Qiaoqi patted his chest exaggeratedly, and there was no fear in his words.

"Do you dare to tell me your name?"

Duan Qiuchen said sternly.

"Of course I don't dare. Am I that stupid?" Zhan Qiaoqi sneered. "Fortunately, I didn't reveal my name. The only person present here who knows where I came from is that bald pervert. He doesn't even know my name. I've probably offended all the big sects this time, but for the sake of face, I'll put down these magic weapons. Even if I have to choose again, I'll do the same thing."

"Then let's just wait and see." After Duan Qiuchen said this, he turned his head and stopped looking at her.

"You guys stay and help, I'm going back to recuperate first."

Duan Qiuchen gave instructions to the Yangxin Academy disciples with a dark face.

"Yes, Brother Duan."

All the monks in Yangxin Academy saluted in unison and responded.

"Hey, you're leaving now. Why don't you watch the show a little longer?"

Wei Yangjing still had a smile on his face as he looked over here.

"Humph."

Duan Qiuchen was too lazy to pay attention to him and left without looking back.

"Substitute."

Yuan Xianzhen, who was seeking help from the Demon Mountain, forced the eagle beast back with one move and retreated.

When the monk from a big sect next to him saw that he had retreated, he dared not stay any longer and quickly made a feint and retreated.

"What's going on? If it doesn't work, send more people."

Fu Haishan was furious when he saw that there was no movement here for a short time, and cursed inwardly that they were all trash.

"There are only 87 of them in total. If we add one more, we will mainly destroy their manpower."

Gong Mengzhao of Wuhu Mountain, seeing that he could not capture the eagle beast in a short time, took a step forward and shouted.

"I'll deal with the one with the eagle mask. Come with two more people."

"I'll come with you."

"Xue is here to lend you a hand."

The two monks stepped out from the crowd and stood side by side with Gong Mengzhao.

A lone wolf also stood out from the crowd and stood next to the eagle beast.

There are now four people in a row on both sides, and their moves are so wild and powerful that even the spacious space where five people are fighting seems a lot more crowded.

When the battle got to this point, the monks from the seven cities realized that it would be impossible to do anything to the enemy in a short period of time, so they changed their strategies and started a war of attrition.

Although the eagle beast was very powerful, Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain was not without the ability to fight back against it. He could even withstand hundreds of moves. But at this moment, Gong Mengzhao gave up dodging and fought the eagle beast head-on every time. When Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain's spiritual power was half consumed, he chose to retreat. The cultivators beside him had already been replaced by two waves.

"Master Yashilou, Song Biaotou, I have come to learn from you."

Song Biaotou swung his spear and replaced Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain to fight against Yan Jinglan from the Pasturing Villa.

"Do you still need to fight me in a round-robin battle? Do you still have any shame?"

Even Yan Jinglan, who was usually quiet and cold, started to curse at this moment.

Escort Leader Song just chuckled and started fighting with her with his spear in hand.

"Change, someone with a name and surname, I have already used up two-fifths of his spiritual power."

At this moment Fu Haishan also retreated. His spiritual power had been exhausted, so he retreated far away and meditated to recover.

"I am from Wanjian Mountain, and I have come here to learn the power of my iron fist."

A cultivator who looked like a middle-aged uncle stepped into the vacant position left by the Demon Sword Fu Haishan.