Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

After resting, Wang Qiye saw another group of people coming from afar, but he was not happy. After building his foundation, Wang Qiye solidified his Dharma Eyes and saw that the souls of those who had died were all gathering towards him. To be precise, it was the soul-devouring snake in his arms.

That day, he was eager to win, and in a moment of arguing with his temper, he used twisted logic to lead the monk astray, and he didn't know how to respond. Now, not only did he hurt him, but he also blocked his chance of reincarnation. It was a bit cruel.

I am obviously an honest man. How could a farmer's son have any bad intentions? Northerners are just more straightforward, but after crossing into the cultivation civilization, why did things develop in a strange direction?

Looking at the fifteen people who had already walked within a hundred meters, Wang Qiye threw away his worries, untied Wentian from his waist, casually stepped on the stone with one foot, and sighed, "After I die, who cares about the raging waves!"

"I am Xiao Hongfei, a foundation-building cultivator from Wuhu Mountain. I have come here to learn from you, fellow Taoist!"

"I am Yin Mochu, a foundation-building cultivator from Sishui Pavilion. I have come here to learn from you, fellow Taoist!"

Two men in tight clothes stopped twenty steps away, with fighting spirit in their eyes. Even the wind in the mountains was not far from their murderous aura.

"Lingxi Valley, Foundation Building Monk Wang Qiye, come over here!"

Once in combat mode, all worries and sorrows were left behind. Wang Qiye drew out Wentian and casually swung a knife. His eyes, which had been lazy just now, now emitted a cold light.

"Junior sister, come here quickly!"

A tall and thin man in gray suddenly changed his face, revealing the Feiyun Sect's iconic white Taoist robe. It was Ma Lanshan who used a disguise talisman.

Yu Jinyan, who was standing behind Wang Qiye calmly and combing a bunch of hair in front of her chest, was frightened and pale. She dropped the sword in her hand and threw herself into Wang Qiye's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Brother, run! There's an ambush!"

The three foundation-building monks did not move, but the Qi-refining disciples behind them became flustered, exclaiming in surprise and looking around.

Wang Qiye lowered his head and glared at the captive fiercely. He almost ruined his own plan. If he let the person run away, all his efforts would be in vain. He came up with a plan, put his arms around Yu Jinyan's waist, and looked at Ma Lanshan provocatively.

"Did you see that, Ma Lanshan? For just one magic weapon, your junior sister took the initiative to throw herself into your arms. Hahahaha, it's a bargain."

"Wang Qiye, let my sister go!"

Ma Lanshan was furious and looked at Yu Jinyan in disbelief. He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn't utter a word. "Junior sister..."

Yu Jinyan had no way to explain, but she didn't dare to let go of the devil's hand. Two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Before, she was looking forward to her senior brother coming to pick her up early, but now that he really came, she realized how strong the despair was. She couldn't make a sound with her mouth, and could only shake her head at Ma Lanshan.

“Ma Lanshan, you’d better leave quickly. Your sister has been struggling to get the magic tools these past two days and her legs are so weak. Hahahaha——”

Wang Qiye tightened his grip on her waist, feeling the force of her full breasts squeezing his chest. But he carefully whispered to the beauty in his arms, "Bitch, let me go."

Ma Lanshan had a look of grief and indignation on his face. He shook his head at Yu Jinyan, put two fingers together and pointed behind him, and a sharp sword came out of its sheath.

"Junior sister, if I can't take you away this time, I won't leave."

"Hahahaha——I just want to leave. Can you leave?"

Two more foundation-building monks flew over from a distance and formed a triangle with Wang Qiye, surrounding the fifteen people.

Ma Lanshan, Yin Mochu and Xiao Hongfei exchanged glances, but before they could react, the charred monk Zhuang Baoxiang suddenly jumped up and slapped a Qi-refining cultivator away with one palm. His pair of eyes, glowing with black light, stared at the strongest Ma Lanshan.

"Brother Ma, that monk is very powerful. Please take care of him. I will protect your sister!"

Xiao Hongfei shouted at Ma Lanshan and glanced at Yin Mochu from Sishui Pavilion. He had already started fighting with Fang Qingtian from Qiumo Mountain.

"Thank you, Brother Xiao. Wang Qiye is ruthless and cruel. Don't be fooled by the three words 'Lingxi Valley'."

Having said that, Ma Lanshan gave Yu Jinyan a firm look, then turned around, jumped up, grabbed Qi Shang, swung his hands, and shot out a stream of sword energy.

The way forward for Monk Jiaotan had long been clear. After he slapped a Qi-refining monk away with one palm, the others retreated one after another.

"Well done!"

Zhuang Baoxiang took a horse stance and slowly raised a heavy fist from his waist, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. With one punch, he smashed the flying sword energy into two halves.

"Let go, the fight has already started!"

Wang Qiye was very anxious and tried hard to pry Yu Jinyan's arms open, but to no avail.

"If you let my brother go, I will let you go."

There was determination in Yu Jinyan's eyes, and she was determined to hug Wang Qiye until he suffocated.

"Okay, I'll let you go. Go hug the monk now. That wild monk didn't know how to control his strength. It's too late to go. I'm afraid something bad will happen to your brother."

Wang Qiye really had no choice but to sell her to the monk. Fortunately, Ma Lanshan didn't pick him this time, otherwise he would have been in trouble. He just kept hugging her, staring at her.

As the saying goes, caring too much can lead to confusion, and Yu Jinyan really let go, but Ma Lanshan was worried about accidentally hurting the surrounding Qi-refining monks, so he had already led Zhuang Baoxiang away. Yu Jinyan could only catch up, and as for whether she could hold him or not, that was none of Wang Qiye's business.

Wang Qiye narrowed his eyes, pointed to the ground, and looked at Xiao Hongfei from Wuhu Mountain, who was the same age as him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and also dressed in black.

"I've always heard that there were five tigers in Wuhu Mountain, but the ones I met were all weaklings. I wonder if it would be more appropriate to change it to Wuxia Mountain?"

Xiao Hongfei turned his wrists twice, a smile appeared on his face, and he was not angered by the words. His eyes faced the sunlight, reflecting the scorching light.

"I thought I could fight Ling Mufeng for a few moves, but I didn't expect that without Bai Lang here, the monkeys in Lingxi Valley would dare to hang up the king's flag. I might as well change it to Monkey Mountain and sell wine from now on!"

"I didn't expect that Wuhushan is not only good at boxing, but also good at oral sex!"

“It’s said that there are mostly Taoists in Lingxi Valley, but I didn’t expect there are monks too!

"Crescent Slash"

"A Tiger Goes Down the Mountain"

The two men kept bickering, but their moves were not slow. After just one encounter, they both used their special moves.

A pale crescent moon shone with a cold light, lowering the temperature of the sunlight by two degrees. A black tiger, with its fangs bared, pounced over as if it was starving.

Wang Qiye took five steps back, blood gushing out of his palms. He calmed down the surging spiritual power in his chest, and the bleeding stopped. He rubbed the injured part gently with one hand, his eyes gradually turned cold.

"happy!"

Xiao Hongfei took three steps back and looked at his waist. There was a palm-length wound with blood oozing out. It was scratched by the scattered sword energy. He immediately tore off a long strip of cloth from the hem, wrapped it around a few times, and simply bandaged it to stop the bleeding. He raised his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Come again!"

Wang Qiye simply glanced at the battlefield. Zhuang Baoxiang and Ma Lanshan were fighting further and further apart, and the two were evenly matched. However, Wang Qiye was not worried. Zhuang Baoxiang, who had been possessed by the devil, had never been able to find the bottom line, and the "Qi Shang" had exhausted its spiritual power, and it was probably just an empty shell.

Fang Qingtian couldn't gain any advantage against Yin Mochu, but both of them were gunmen and should understand each other, so it would probably be difficult to determine the winner for a while.

"I didn't expect a weakling like him to have some strength!"

Wang Qiye shouted, put Wentian into the storage bag first, and rushed forward with his fist raised.

"Where did this wild monk come from? He knows Taoist swordsmanship!"

Xiao Hongfei stepped forward and followed his fist.

The two of them collided, and they didn't dodge or evade, but punched each other. After a few minutes of fighting, Wang Qiye punched Xiao Hongfei in the chest, leaving an obvious fist mark. Xiao Hongfei punched Wang Qiye in the stomach, beating him into a shrimp.

The two men had already used up most of their strength and were injured. They just separated from each other, then rushed into each other again, and took a punch from each other before separating.

Blood was oozing from the corner of Xiao Hongfei's mouth. He just wiped it with his arm, but his arm was also red and swollen, with not a single part intact.

"I, Xiao Hongfei, have been practicing boxing since I was three years old. I punch 3000 times in the morning, 3000 times at noon, and 3000 times at night. I never dare to slack off for even a day, just to live up to the name of Wuhu Mountain! Come again!"

The two exchanged punches again. Wang Qiye felt that his stomach was about to be punched through, and he stretched out his left hand tremblingly to rub it. The fist mark on his right arm was clearly visible with a purple glow. Gradually, Wang Qiye liked the feeling of being punched in the flesh.

"I, Wang Qiye, have been chopping bamboo for 16 years. I have never been lazy with every cut. It is not for the spirit stones, but for the sweat!"

The two men collided with each other again, punching each other like a violent storm. The two men were so excited that they were dizzy and no longer resisted, but punched back at each other.

This kind of fist-to-flesh fighting style has actually reached the most dangerous point where victory or defeat depends on willpower and physical strength. Both sides watched from a distance, and no one intervened in the fight between the two.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Wang Qiye's mouth, and along with Xiao Hongfei's heavy punch, it flew away from his body and stained the other party's face.

Xiao Hongfei felt blood in his eyeballs, but he didn't dare to wipe it. The blood mixed with sweat, the salty and astringent pain, made Xiao Hongfei close his eyes tightly and fight forward based on his feelings. Even if blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he swallowed it into his stomach. The opponent's punch hit his stomach, and he couldn't hold it back anymore, and spurted out the blood again.

One punch, two punch.

Ten punches, twenty punches.

One hundred punches, two hundred punches.

In the end, both of them were covered in blood. No one knew what kind of willpower was supporting them.

Every punch they threw drew blood and left a fist mark on their bodies. They exchanged blows for half an hour, but the fight was still not over.

The speed of their punches gradually slowed down, but every time they punched, they accumulated strength and hit the other hard.

Wang Qiye felt like his intestines were tangled together and his heart was beating like a drum, as if it would explode in the next heartbeat.

He still managed to take a deep breath, slowly raised his fist, and instinctively threw a punch.

But the punch missed, and he became angry and humiliated.

"Xiao Hongfei, damn, you actually hid!"

"Sir, he is dead."

Su Yingmeng hugged Wang Qiye from behind and cried like a tearful person.

"Is he dead?"

As if he no longer had the support of faith, Wang Qiye closed his eyes and knelt on the ground.

"Master, son..."

Su Yingmeng's scream came from behind.

"Run, the black monk is coming."

Yin Mochu shouted loudly, forced Fang Qingtian back with a shot, and fled. If he was given another half an hour, he would definitely be able to stab Fang Qingtian, after all, he had already pierced three bullet holes in his body.

Fang Qingtian did not dare to stop them. He looked at the scattered Qi-refining monks, as if he wanted to vent the anger he had just suffered, and his attack was extremely ruthless.

With a sliding step, he stabbed through a panicking monk, and then turned his gaze to the nearest monk.

Finally, he captured three people and came back.

Zhuang Baoxiang dragged a unconscious female cultivator by her hair and threw her next to Wang Qiye.

"Wang Qiye, you are such a bad guy. You let your woman cling to me tightly and let that pretty boy run away. I won't be so lenient next time!"

"Wang Qiye, not only are you extremely bad, you're also pretending to be asleep!"