Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Anyway, it was not his own money that he was spending, so Fang Qingtian let go without any pressure. He had a few simple exchanges with the big man, stabbed a hole in him, and then let him go.

The sturdy man covered his stomach, came to the black flag, bent down, grabbed an empty storage bag, and quickly left without looking back.

"I come!"

Before Wang Qiye could call the next person, the foundation-building cultivator that Wang Qiye had just hooked his finger with walked forward.

Finally, a big fish was caught. Wang Qiye licked his lips, took three steps forward, and Fang Qingtian made way.

"I'll also fight for three moves, no elixir needed."

The square-faced man with a big mouth grinned, and the big knife made a casual cut, revealing a big tooth shining with golden light in the sunlight.

Wang Qiye looked at him like a resentful woman. This kid was really evil-minded. She immediately drew out her Wentian sword and attacked him with three swords.

Fang Lian used his advance to retreat, and held Wen Tian tightly with his broadsword, fighting with him to the point of consumption.

Wang Qiye could only retreat, making a knife flower, and Wentian pointed out a series of knife shadows, stabbing at the square-faced foundation-building monk.

"Second move"

The square-faced man shouted, blocking and retreating, guarding tightly with a big knife. He retreated ten steps, then held Wentian with the big knife and smiled evilly.

When it came to the third move, Wang Qiye really wanted to chop him with a crescent-shaped sword, but he finally endured it. This guy only defended and did not attack, and he was quite good at using a big knife. In the end, he was tricked into giving this square-faced man a storage bag, and after getting it, he also walked away.

Three people got the storage bags in succession, which inspired the monks.

"I come!"

"I only use three moves!"

Looking at the tall and thin Qi Refining cultivator in front of him, Wang Qiye, who was full of anger, nodded at him coldly.

"what--"

The tall and thin man roared and rushed forward with a two-handed dagger in hand.

Wang Qiye just turned sideways, and Wentian dragged him along, and the tall and thin man fell straight down, covering his neck.

Su Yingmeng threw his pair of magical swords, the three spirit stones in his arms, and the five talismans into the pile of treasures under the black flag.

The death of this man did not scare away the crowd. Ten people in succession fell under Wang Qiye's sword, and only then did the anger towards the square-faced foundation-building monk subside. The pile of treasures behind him also added a lot of new magical weapons.

"Don't be fooled by him, those three people just now were all hired by him!"

Yuan Xiaoer roared loudly. Relying on his 360-degree vision, he and Yuan Xiaoliu were the least injured among the foundation-building cultivators and had just recovered from their injuries.

"Yes, don't believe him!"

Han Tiesheng also stood up. He was extremely lucky and happened to run into a deep pit created by magic. He pulled a demon cultivator to cushion his head and thus escaped the disaster.

With these two prestigious people as guarantors, Wang Qiye's fake mask was quickly exposed. The team that had just lined up to try took a step back.

Wang Qiye's face turned pale. He actually encountered someone making trouble. His eyes were terribly heavy, as if he had already sentenced the two men to death.

"Everyone, those who got the storage bag left with genuine goods!"

"Humph, ten of them died in his hands just now!"

I should have known that I shouldn't have gotten angry for a moment, and I should have missed one of them. It was too late for Wang Qiye to regret now. Even if he was eloquent, he couldn't trick people into treasure hunting.

"Everyone come together, whoever grabs the treasure first will own it!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Li Jue also jumped out. This guy directly killed four Qi-refining monks, put them on his back, and escaped.

Zhuang Baoxiang stood up from his cross-legged sitting position, grinning. He finally met an old acquaintance. He was slashed twice by this fellow in a previous battle, and now he was particularly jealous.

Without even saying hello, Monk Jiaotan rushed directly towards Li Jue, and the monks along his way were knocked to the ground by his palm.

"Monk, you are so fucking unruly!"

When Wang Qiye saw that the only top master was snatched away by Zhuang Baoxiang, he was so angry that he cursed loudly and sighed in his heart. This monk was much purer than himself. He couldn't let him give away the treasures behind him in vain.

"Kill!"

Yuan Xiaoliu shouted loudly, but hid far away. The Yuan brothers were mainly engaged in reconnaissance and were not good at fighting. After successfully fooling someone, they hid behind and looked for opportunities.

"Alright, kill them one by one, I think it's too slow!"

Wang Qiye and Fang Qingtian stood at the two ends of the black flag, with the two women in the middle.

Wang Qiye was like a killing god. The two Qi-refining monks who rushed up to him saw a flash before their eyes, and their two heads flew into the sky. Su Yingmeng had just blocked a big knife when Wentian stabbed him diagonally and knocked him to the ground.

Fang Qingtian had a plan in mind, so he let go completely. With his back against two big trees, he approached someone with an iron spear and stabbed three times in a row, piercing two hearts and one neck. He still had enough strength to stab the person Yu Jinyan was fighting with.

Zhuang Baoxiang had already arrived in front of Li Jue, and was using his fists to block the Crescent Moon Sword. The monks around him quickly made room for the two.

"Han Tiesheng, quickly get the elixir, I can't hold on for too long!"

Li Jue knew the monk's ability. Now that no one cooperated with him, it was difficult to suppress him, but he could still hold him back for a while.

"Yuan Xiaoer, I'll go and tie up that Taoist priest, you go get the medicine!"

Han Tiesheng's eyes were stern. In just a short while, more than 20 monks had died at the hands of the bald Taoist priest. In particular, the "Crescent Slash" move had swept across and directly chopped four Qi-refining monks, including a foundation-building monk, in half. For a moment, no one dared to attack him again.

"Okay, I'll get the medicine."

A message came from somewhere that someone was willing to take the risk. Yuan Xiaoer was naturally happy to agree, as he would not lose money on this deal.

"Little Taoist priest, I'm here to meet you!"

Han Tiesheng roared loudly, giving courage to everyone and inspiring the crowd who were about to stop attacking.

He just stomped his feet hard on the ground, rolled a few times in the air, and landed in front of the team. Han Tiesheng held the iron spear horizontally, with the tip of the spear pointing at the bald Taoist priest.

"Everyone come together, I will take the lead!"

The treasure was right in front of them, and a strong man came forward. Everyone looked at it with greed, followed by an iron spear to embolden their courage.

Wang Qiye saw that the fight had suddenly become dull, and he secretly blamed himself for not having enough experience in real fighting. He shouldn't have used that big move when the fight was getting exciting just now, which led to the dull fight. Now that he saw Han Tiesheng leading his men to attack with a gun, he couldn't help but look at him with more favor.

Wentian knocked his gun lightly, and Han Tiesheng hurriedly used his gun to suppress the knife, but Wang Qiye's move was fake at this time, and the knife he suppressed was soft and powerless. He knew he was fooled, and without caring about anything else, he stepped back.

Before he could retreat, Wang Qiye Wentian turned around on the iron spear and chopped at the two cultivators on Han Tiesheng's right with the force. He succeeded in one strike and knocked down two more.

Han Tiesheng stepped back and let the three cultivators on the left to move out. Wang Qiye was not polite either, he jumped over and chopped at them. The man had just used his magic weapon to hold Wentian back when he felt a pain in his chest, and Zhishui was slowly drawn out of his heart.

The remaining two were so frightened that they retreated in a disorderly manner. Wang Qiye stabbed them to the ground one by one with his sword, then turned around and faced Han Tiesheng again.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. This thief's spiritual energy is running out. He won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Han Tiesheng didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt when he sold out his teammates. Instead, he encouraged them and gave them hope. As long as they could keep themselves safe, it didn't matter how many monks died.

Wang Qiye's eyes lit up, and he looked at the 30-something middle-aged man opposite him with admiration. It was only then that he understood the saying, "Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting."

He felt that the body he had traveled through was only 19 years old, and it was not too late for him to understand now. His feet went soft and he quickly touched the ground with the Heaven-asking Pestle, pretending to be lacking in spiritual power, and smiled at Han Tiesheng.

This smile made the tacit understanding between the two people surpass friendship and reawakened the long-buried fighting spirit in the hearts of many monks present. Before Han Tiesheng could make any move, these people rushed towards the bald Taoist priest with a roar as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Oh my god, the effect is so outstanding."

Wang Qiye slashed the throats of the four monks who rushed towards him with a knife. Then a long spear rushed towards him from the back. He grabbed the tip of the spear with his left hand, and pulled him over with the spear in the other party's incredulous eyes. He turned his left hand into a fist and hit him on the heart. Wentian had already pierced the throat of a monk next to him.

Six more people fell in succession, but it was still not enough to scare away the monks. This made Han Tiesheng stunned. For a moment, he was very complacent and happy to have some free time. If someone could consume the bald guy, it would increase his chances of winning.

It was not until this wave of bald Taoist priests knocked down 23 people that everyone stopped being enthusiastic. Even though the Taoist priest stretched out his tongue, gasped for air, and took out a water gourd like a magic trick, closed his eyes and drank the water inside, no one dared to step forward.

"Everyone come with me!"

Only after the whole gourd of water was drunk did Han Tiesheng wave his iron spear and call everyone to follow.

Now that they had a backbone, the attacking team took shape again. They lined up in a row, looked after each other and pressed towards the black flag.

Wang Qiye didn't know what was wrong with his performance? Or was it because he had too little experience? Why did Han Tiesheng always get a lot of responses? He is really a role model for our generation.

Because he let her drink a bottle of water, she looked at him with a more pleasing look. Wang Qiye's half-smiley look made her understand another truth: how important it is to have a good agent.

Wang Qiye raised his sword horizontally, with the blade reflecting the sunlight. Looking at the crowd rushing over, he somewhat enjoyed his current state. The feeling of rising body temperature, faster blood flow and dancing on the tip of the sword was truly fascinating.

"kill!

Han Tiesheng had an iron spear in front and six magical weapons behind him. Just the look in his eyes was enough to devour Wang Qiye alive.