Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

If you want to overturn certain events or bring down a big shot, relying on your own strength is like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. It is far better to rely on the power of the masses.

The voices and demands of the masses can often make actions more effective, and as everyone works together, even if there is a failure, the initiator cannot be blamed alone.

This method is called using the opponent's force to counter attack.

No one knew how many rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were thrown at the bell tower, but the people upstairs could only hide and argue loudly, unable to suppress the crowd with force.

Because once you take action, you will be accused of oppressing the people and suppressing justice at any time.

You can't leave rashly, otherwise it will be assumed that the matter has been exposed and you will flee in panic.

So they can only dodge, explain and justify.

The people in the square were no longer in the mood to listen. The initial shouting and cursing were chaotic, with some cursing those who sold fake amulets to cheat people out of money, those who did nothing, and those who had chaotic internal management.

But among this crowd were civilians whose loved ones had mysteriously disappeared due to their opposition to the immortal cultivation movement, and disciples whose fellow disciples had perished at Wangshui Ridge. With the evidence from the spiritual realm before their eyes, it was unclear who took the lead, but the cries gradually became unified, demanding the capture of these elders in the bell tower and revenge for the deaths of the disciples and their loved ones.

The call was followed by action. Amidst the roar of curses, some people began to take a detour to the bell tower. However, because the stairs to the bell tower were blocked by disciples of the immortal sect, a conflict broke out when the two groups met.

One side of the three major immortal sects said, "Calm down. The immortal sect elders are here and we won't allow you to act so recklessly."

The common people and disciples of smaller sects said, "The truth and evidence are so clear, yet you are still quibbling. What if you are an elder of a sect? Even if the emperor comes and does something wrong, he will be punished."

The two sides confronted each other, each holding their own opinion and refusing to give in.

The spiritual realm placed on the Zhaixing Tower played the misdeeds of these elders over and over again. After several times, some disciples began to hesitate. Their blocking hands hesitated for a moment, and the defense line was instantly broken by the angry people. Everyone rushed forward and approached the elders.

But for masters like Qing Yuanzi and Yuan Chongxiao, the human wave tactic was futile. Just an ordinary barrier was enough to keep these angry people and sect disciples out.

Qing Yuanzi touched the egg liquid on his forehead and couldn't tell what he felt at the moment.

The colleagues around him stood apart from each other. Although they were still standing in the same room, suspicion had already formed in their minds. A strange atmosphere of silence, suspicion and fear spread in this small hall.

Even Qing Yuanzi himself was thinking: Qiu Shui really... attacked Hong Yin.

The protagonists of this incident were the elders of the Immortal Sect. An elder from the Yuchen Palace was injured by an elder from the Yunjichan and fell to the ground; the other five elders were trapped in the bell tower, unable to move forward or backward.

The square was in chaos, with common people fighting with the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and disciples within the Immortal Sect also attacking each other. However, Yan Ruchen, who seemed to have nothing to do with the incident, shuttled between them and tried his best to stop the fighting: "Stop fighting!"

Qing Yuanzi looked down from afar and saw a confused figure in the crowd. It was his unlucky and stupid disciple Guan Shanyu. He didn't know why he came here. He stood in the crowd at a loss. The crowd was surging around him, and he was squeezed to the corner and was accidentally knocked down.

Qing Yuanzi was about to remind him, but the next second, Guan Shanyu was quickly pulled up from the ground by Yan Ruchen who was quick-eyed and quick-handed before his butt even touched the ground.

Qing Yuanzi just took a breath, but before he could exhale, he heard a piercing cry: "Someone's dead! Someone fell to their death!"

This exclamation was like a bolt from the blue, and the square fell silent in an instant.

Guan Shanyu was still being half-carried by Yan Ruchen and brought to a wide area. He heard the shout as soon as he stood firm.

Hearing this, he looked and saw a young man lying on the ground under the bell tower. There was a rope above him. He was obviously trying to use the rope to climb up the bell tower, but he slipped and fell down.

The young man collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, his limbs rigid, his body still convulsing in excruciating pain. Even so, he glared with bloodshot eyes, pointing at the elders upstairs and accusing them: "If it weren't for you kidnapping my brother, my parents would have died of depression. My mother cried herself blind, and died…never seeing my brother again. It's all…it's all your fault. How dare you still stand there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, and his body gradually spread scarlet. The blood slowly flowed out of his body and soaked the white ground.

"elder brother!"

A young man rushed out from the crowd, knelt down and hugged the young man, crying: "Brother! Don't die! I'm back, I'm back! Why, why on earth is this happening! Why are we the ones who are unlucky!"

The boy cried heartbreakingly, instantly pushing the already scorching square to a new high of anger.

The angry crowd completely lost control, using whatever tools they could find to attack the disciples who were trying to stop them. However, because they were ordinary people, the disciples didn't dare to use their spiritual power and could only resist with their bodies.

But the crowds were so numerous that they collapsed like a flood. Some of the disciples who stood in the front were already battered and bruised. Some civilians tried to scale the tower with their bare hands, but the barrier kept them from climbing up and down, and more and more people fell to the ground.

Guan Shanyu frowned as he watched all this. He tugged at Yan Ruchen's collar and warned him, "The atmosphere is tense enough. If we delay any further, someone will die. Don't wait any longer."

Yan Ruchen hesitated and glanced down at Guan Shanyu, who was still very close to him. Seeing that he didn't respond, Guan Shanyu pushed him again and whispered, "Go quickly."

Yan Ruchen was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips and reminded Guan Shanyu: "I really won't have time to take care of you later, so be careful."

Guan Shanyu nodded and pushed him: "I understand, go ahead."

Yan Ruchen didn't look at him again. Instead, he turned around and took a few light steps, instantly reaching the bottom of the bell tower. After catching the people who had fallen from the building and settling them down, he froze them one by one. Someone in the crowd noticed his movements and yelled at him, "Hey, you disciple of the Immortal Sect, didn't you find all this evidence? Why are you still siding with these dogs of the Immortal Sect?"

After saying this, Yan Ruchen took a few quick steps and instantly pressed the acupoints of the immortal sect disciples blocking the front row. Everyone was caught off guard and froze on the spot. The crowd that had originally scolded him for not distinguishing right from wrong was somewhat confused by his meaning.

As a result of this move, the people in the front row stood still, and those in the back row did not dare to move forward, fearing that they would also be frozen. For a moment, the scene indeed became quieter.

"Yan Ruchen! You have committed such heinous and evil deeds..."

Wang Shuyan was watching this scene from the bell tower and shouted hurriedly. Before he could finish his words, Yan Ruchen had already leaped into the air, passed through the barrier as if it were nothing, and also caught him.

Wang Shuyan's angry expression froze. The other elders looked at each other in disbelief. Qiushui Sword Lady spoke slowly, hesitantly asking, "Ruchen...you are..."

Yan Ruchen bowed slightly and replied, "Elders, please stop causing this. Someone has already died."

"Bah!" Yu Jiushi, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly interrupted. He had twisted his foot in the fight and was lying on the ground, but he still looked fierce and cursed at Yan Ruchen, "Do you know the difference between high and low? You are a disciple, and they are elders! You dare to press the elders' acupoints? You are courting death! Yu Kunliang, what are you still standing there for? Go and take him down!"

Yu Kunliang stood there for a long time, then suddenly woke up when he heard the shouting. He subconsciously moved his feet, but at this moment, another loud shout came from the crowd in the square: "Yu Kunliang! You can't distinguish between good and evil! Have you forgotten how we escaped death in Wangshuiling? How can you still side with the murderer now! "

This sound was unusual and extremely loud, like a landslide. Guan Shanyu looked over and saw a tall man emerging from the crowd, cursing angrily at the bell tower.

This person turned out to be Su Benzhi.

After his throat was healed, he actually spoke so loudly?

Su Benzhi kept accusing the crowd of the tragic experience of Wangshuiling. His words were passionate and the listeners were all filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could attack him again.

At this moment, a curse was heard from the bell tower.

"Fuck!"

This was also a very loud and extremely painful cry, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and finally released. The person who spoke was Yu Kunliang. His eyes were red, and he cursed several times, then angrily threw his sword and went downstairs.

"Damn it! My fellow apprentices all died in Wangshuiling. They died without a single piece of flesh, without a trace of dignity. And the murderer... turned out to be... Why the hell should I risk my life for you! Aren't the lives of my fellow apprentices worth their lives?"

After saying that, Yu Kunliang strode up to Yu Jiushi, kicked him hard in the face several times, and cursed: "I have disliked you for a long time. I will not tolerate you being treated like this in the Immortal Sect! I want to quit my membership."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of weapons falling to the ground could be heard in the square. Several disciples threw down their weapons and echoed in unison: "It's a shame to work for this kind of immortal sect. I quit!"

"I'm done with this too! I'm going back home to farm and herd cattle, and I won't follow you in doing such evil things anymore!"

The disciples all asked to leave the sect, but the elders in the bell tower didn't know how to start the conversation. At this point, it was futile to try to keep them.

However, the onlookers did not intend to give up.

"Hey! Even if all the disciples have run away, you must give an explanation today. We civilians were captured by you, and now one of us is dead. How are we going to settle this account?"

"Yes! I must give an explanation today!"

"Hey, that young man standing on the clock tower, I know him. He's the one who led the team every time we killed monsters. He was the one who figured all this out this time, right? Hey! Young man, tell me! What should we do?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd recognized Yan Ruchen and loudly called on him to seek justice. Guan Shanyu glanced sideways. The voice was very familiar, but no one else recognized it. Instead, because of this shout, more people recognized Yan Ruchen and responded, asking him to take charge of the situation.

Yan Ruchen hesitated for a moment and looked around the stage. Someone noticed his hesitation and shouted, "Young man! Your martial arts skills are so strong that you can stop the immortal elders from rebelling, and your justice can maintain order. Tell us what to do about this matter. We'll listen to you!"

"Yes! I'll do as you say!"

Many people echoed.

Yan Ruchen looked around and pondered for a moment. His eyes fell on the recurring images in the spiritual realm and Si Hongyin, who was watching silently on the spiritual platform. He said in a deep voice, "The affairs of the immortal sect have always been presided over by the immortal sect leader. I don't have the qualifications."

After these words were spoken, the crowd hesitated to speak. Yan Ruchen then continued, "But this matter will be judged by someone, and the world will know the result. I was trained by the Immortal Sect. I cannot train my masters to conduct a fair trial, but I will not serve the Immortal Sect anymore."

"There are still many wronged souls on Wangshui Ridge who have yet to rest in peace, and the evil spirits of the demons have not been eliminated. From today on, I will pray for the souls of my deceased disciples and eliminate the evil spirits. I will never let this happen to innocent people again."

After saying this, Yan Ruchen resolutely leaped from the bell tower. As he spoke, the square erupted in excitement. Those disciples and civilians who were still hesitant threw down their weapons and followed Yan Ruchen, shouting, "I'm going too!"

Guan Shanyu watched silently. As the crowd's gaze followed Yan Ruchen's departure, they happened to catch a glimpse of Li Xiuqi who was still lying in Su Yi's arms.

Li Suyin fed him several pills, and the sect disciples surrounded him and sent him some spiritual power. He finally woke up, pointing at Yan Ruchen's receding back with both hands, as if he wanted to thank him for his protection.

of course not!

Li Xiuqi didn't think so.

Wang Shuyan's palm strike was extremely heavy, and he was still cursing Wang Shuyan when he fell down the building in time to avoid it. However, after this series of changes and conversations, even though he was seriously injured, he finally understood.

He has been a chess player all his life, but today he was treated as a chess piece.

After waking up, his first words were to shout towards the top of the bell tower: "Catch them all!"