Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 145: Human Flag, Crossing the River [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Humiliation, shame.

He was defeated by just a look without even fighting, which made several warriors feel angry.

At the same time, a hint of doubt arose in their hearts.

"This Fang Can, can't he really defeat Yi Zhuan?"

Think about that glance just now, it was almost the same effect as hitting the ninth level with one turn, and just a simple eye attack was enough to make them kneel down.

This proves that at least in terms of mentality, Fang Can and Yi Zhuan are on par with each other.

Kneeling on the shore in a daze, they were about to get up when they saw warriors coming over the waves from the original river bank.

There are a large number of these warriors, at least thousands at a glance, and all of them are agile. Thousands of them are actually all mind-type warriors.

"How is this possible? Thousands of people are all mind warriors? Are they all followers of Fang Can?"

A kneeling warrior exclaimed, and was so surprised that he even forgot to stand up.

Thousands of people were seen crossing the river one by one, carrying large and small bags, but what caught their attention the most was the thick flagpole carried by three warriors.

The entire flagpole was about thirty to forty meters long, and hung on it were fifty or sixty pale-faced, naked warriors.

The chains made of steel wire directly wrapped around the necks of the warriors, just like hanging. If an ordinary person did not have a good physical body, he would be strangled to death in just a few seconds if treated like this.

These fifty or sixty people were hung on the flagpole. As the three men carrying the flag moved forward, their bodies swayed in the howling wind like sunny dolls.

Suddenly, a warrior's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

Because he saw that among the Sunny Dolls, there were four or five people he knew.

"The Hidden Dragon Ranking No. 352 is Ye Modao with a single sword, the Hidden Dragon Ranking No. 451 is Yang Shen, the Ghost Seer, the Hidden Dragon Ranking No. 985 is Wang Kensheng, the Sky-Splitting Hand..."

Looking at the familiar face hanging on the flagpole, a strange sense of horror rose from the bottom of my heart.

Because each of them has a certain reputation in Dayan, any one of them is enough to fight with them dozens of times without losing any points.

As a result, this group of warriors on the Hidden Dragon List were stripped naked like roast ducks and hung up without any dignity as if it were a performance art.

At this moment, everyone at the scene was hallucinating that it was themselves hanging on the flagpole in front of them.

"Could it be...that these fifty-plus people were defeated and humiliated by Fang Can?" The companions around him expressed their guess.

"That's not the case. When dealing with enemies, you have to defeat them. When dealing with ants, you just have to run them over."

Ye Yonglie stepped to the other side and looked calmly at the several Hidden Dragon List warriors kneeling in front of him.

These guys who were knocked to their knees by Fang Can's first glance, do they have the nerve to say that they were defeated rather than defeated by the gauze?

If we had not already arrived in the capital, and there were not enough space for the fifty-plus human flags hanging behind us, these people would have been on the list as well.

With the sound of "bang bang bang" as the water surface exploded, thousands of mind-phase warriors fell to the ground in unison in front of the tourists on the bridge.

One of the warriors looked at the tourists looking at the human flag with a bit of anxiety.

"Brother Ye, now that we have arrived at the capital, please put our gods down."

As the words came, the thousands of warriors who crossed the river knelt down and said, "Brother Ye, please show mercy and spare our gods."

It was not until this moment that the people around realized that these warriors were not followers of Fang Can at all, but followers of the warriors who were hanging.

Seeing thousands of people only daring to kneel and not dare to resist, a trace of disdain rose in the hearts of these warriors. How come you, thousands of heart-phase warriors, dare not fight Fang Can together?

Being begged by thousands of warriors on their knees, Ye Yonglie raised his head slightly, feeling that his own realm had improved slightly again.

Thinking of Fang Can's instructions, Ye Yonglie nodded and said, "You can take your pagan gods back. Be more careful next time and take the initiative to retreat. Don't make my gods uncomfortable."

"Thank you, Brother Ye." The warriors expressed their gratitude.

"You should thank God for his magnanimity. After you caused such a big mess before, it was my God's mercy that I didn't crush you all to death." Ye Yonglie said coldly.

Thinking of Fang Can's previous performance, the faces of these believers froze. They really didn't dare to face Fang Can. They just removed the ropes on the flagpole one by one and let their own gods down.

In just a short while, these warriors were rescued and covered with clothes by their believers. Then, with their broken limbs and faces full of shame, they were carried away by their believers.

In just a few moments, the entire scene was empty, leaving only the one hundred or so mind-phase warriors from Fang Can's team.

"Let's go into the city." Fang Can said this after most people had dispersed.

Walking all the way to the city gate, Fang Can saw that his followers had been waiting at the gate for a long time. He greeted them with a smile and said:
"God, I have already purchased a residence for you in advance. Please follow me next."

Fang Can nodded slightly and went to Beijing with the believers. No one stopped or questioned them along the way. It was so smooth that it was somewhat unexpected.

Touring the prosperous capital of Dayan, Fang Can turned his head to look at Ye Yonglie and asked, "How is the dragon-patterned black gold broadsword being handled?"

"We have already sent it to the best foundry in Kyoto. Their master is a first-level craftsman, and he has agreed to melt our ritual utensils into long spears."

"As for the reward for his contribution, it is to give him the remaining scraps of the sacrificial vessel."

"It doesn't matter. How long will it take to cast it?" Fang Can said.

"It can be made within seven days, and someone will deliver it to your door." Ye Yonglie said.

"Not bad." Fang Can nodded with satisfaction.

"But something else happened after our people entered Beijing."

Ye Yonglie whispered, "According to the high price of real estate in Kyoto, we thought it would be difficult for us to purchase it."

“As soon as we expressed our intention to purchase a property, the real estate agents offered us all the vacant land in the city to choose from.”

"Maybe it's because of Jiejian Mountain." Fang Can said slowly as he looked at the crowd in front of him.

Thinking about it this way, I have received a lot of favors from Jiejian Mountain, and I should do my best to repay it when I have the chance in the future.

A drop of water should be repaid with a spring, and after the spring is repaid, a spring should be repaid.

And with the high-profile act of crossing the river just now, the news of Fang Can's entry into Beijing has already entered the eyes of major forces under the arrangement of people along the way.

Then, a large number of invitation letters came like snowflakes towards the house where Fang Can was staying.

The letter arrived even before Fang Can arrived.

Obviously, these forces are well aware of Fang Can's followers' house-buying behavior, and they even took the initiative to give the green lights.

Compared with the big forces in Kyoto, the smaller forces were a little confused and didn't understand why those big guys attached so much importance to Fang Can.

Fang Can was not the only disciple from the sect who came to the capital to take charge this time, but none of them was as diligent as he is now, which was a bit too filial.

As for Fang Can himself, after moving into the mansion, he looked at the more than 200 invitation letters piled up in front of him and became hesitant.

(End of this chapter)