Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 220 You Can’t Go

"You can't go."

Wang Qiye pressed his palm on the boulder, somersaulted in the air, and landed on the stone steps of the platform, standing in front of Mu Wanqing.

"You are not related to me, why don't you let me go?"

Mu Wanqing's dim eyes were filled with unwillingness to accept the defeat, and she refused to give in.

"You just can't go anyway."

Wang Qiye was speechless for a moment, but still stood in front of her with a firm attitude.

"Wang Qiye, you are too overbearing."

Purple Bell Orchid, who was dressed casually and looked a little pale, said something casually when she passed by the two of them. Then she continued to step on the stone platform.

Wang Qiye just glanced at her and didn't try to stop her, letting her walk up alone.

"Wang Qiye, I must go."

Mu Wanqing said firmly.

Wang Qiye looked at her gray eyes and felt somewhat familiar, but there were some words he couldn't say.

"Anyway, you can't go as long as I'm here."

Wang Qiye also refused to give in.

The actions of the two have attracted the attention of most people in the arena. Most of them are there to watch the show, while others are surprised and confused.

Zhu Dachang clenched his fists and lowered his head. He still didn't have the courage to walk up to the stone platform.

Gao Youmo was calm and told himself, "It's not the right time yet."

Wan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He also didn't want Mu Wanqing to commit suicide like this.

The corner of Shen Yun's mouth twitched, and he took a glance and found that it was Wang Qiye who was ruining his plan again.

"Wang Qiye, if you want to come up, just come up. Don't waste time there."

Finally, Elder Shen couldn't stand it anymore and scolded them.

Wang Qiye took a look at the soul-eating snake lying in his arms and sighed. What was coming had finally come.

When Wang Qiye went out this morning, he felt something in his heart and looked towards the bushes.

A small head popped out from there, with those familiar little eyes glowing with black light. Who else could it be but the "Big Black" who had disappeared for three years?

Wang Qiye was very happy today. He held its tail and played with it in circles. Its head did not grow any bigger, but its scales were much darker than before. However, this happened in the afternoon, which made Wang Qiye sigh that this little thing was really a natural spirit.

Helpless Wang Qiye could only turn around and step onto the stone platform. Mu Wanqing followed him and climbed up as well.

"Okay, is there anyone else who wants to go? There are already 23 people."

Elder Shen shouted from the stone platform, looking at the disciples below.

Wang Qiye turned a deaf ear to his words and walked to stand beside Tan Qian. Tan Qian smiled at him and nodded.

"Okay, now it's up to the 23 of you to compete for a spot in the Seven Cities. As usual, let's draw lots."

Shen Yun looked at the 23 disciples on the stone platform with admiration and nodded continuously.

"This 'Seven Cities Besieged Village' is one of the few luck-based secret realms. It depends on how lucky you are to draw it."

As Shen Yun spoke, he took out a bamboo tube like a magician, with 23 bamboo sticks in it, not one more, not one less. He shook it in his hand for a while, then held the bamboo tube to answer everyone.

"Who comes first?"

"I'll go first."

A powerful voice shouted, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and it was Tan Qian. Everyone immediately understood that with his strength, he was indeed the right person to take on the task.

Tan Qian walked forward, without hesitation, and reached out to grab a bamboo stick. He held it in front of his eyes, sighed, and then walked away with a dark face.

"Who's coming next?"

Elder Shen's face showed no sadness or joy. He shook the bamboo tube again, and the bamboo sticks spun gently inside.

"I come."

Another sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice. It turned out to be Fu Zixuan. With star-like eyebrows and sharp eyes, he was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. As one of the top people in the foundation-building period of the inner sect, he did have the qualifications and strength.

Fu Zixuan came to Elder Shen in a few steps, reached into the bamboo tube, and casually pulled out a stick. It was a bad stick, he frowned, threw the stick on the ground, turned around and walked down the stone platform.

"Hahaha, come again, come again."

Elder Shen shook the bamboo stick, making it rustle, waiting for the next destined person.

"I'll do it this time."

An elegant Taoist priest dressed in white and looking like a scholar walked out of the crowd in a graceful manner.

"It's Senior Brother Chen Defa, no wonder he is so confident." Everyone looked over and understood.

"Meet Elder Shen."

Chen Defa walked forward and bowed to Shen Yun.

"Well, go ahead and smoke."

Shen Yun said calmly.

Chen Defa then stretched out his hand and fished around in the bamboo tube for a long time before pulling out a bamboo stick. When he took a look at it, his face fell. It was a bad sign. He didn't know how to move forward.

"Who's coming next?"

Elder Shen shook the bamboo tube again.

"I come."

A dwarf tiger came out.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Qiu Shaoze. The crowd showed contempt. He was only at the fourth level of foundation building and was just trying to get lucky.

"Hehehe, Elder Shen, I want to shake it myself."

Qiu Shaoze came forward and smiled along.

"That's fine, come on your own."

Shen Yun handed him the bamboo tube.

Qiu Shaoze took it with a pious look on his face, holding the bamboo tube in both hands, shaking it and muttering, "Heaven and earth, please bless me to win the Seven City Village this time."

A bamboo stick fell to the ground. Qiu Shaoze looked at it hurriedly. It was a bad sign. He felt dizzy and the bamboo tube fell to the ground.

"Be careful."

Elder Shen was quick-witted and grabbed the bamboo tube that was about to fall to the ground, and shook it twice.

"Who's coming next?"

"I come."

"let me!"

"I'll go first."

With Qiu Shaoze as the troublemaker, the rest of the people became less polite and scrambled to come forward to draw lots. Eleven people were drawn in a row, and all of them got bad lots. They walked down the stone platform dejectedly one by one.

Mu Wanqing also walked forward with lifeless eyes, and Wang Qiye followed behind her with some concern.

Mu Wanqing looked determined, and with steady hands, she pulled out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube. Wang Qiye looked over nervously and made a bad sign. "Not bad, not bad."

Mu Wanqing broke the bamboo stick in her slender hands, threw it on the ground in annoyance, turned around and walked down the stone platform.

"It's your turn now. Stop standing there like an idiot and hurry up and smoke, Wang Qiye."

Shen Yun urged.

Wang Qiye reached into the bamboo tube nonchalantly, took out a stick, and was about to pull it out. "There are still seven sticks left. I won't be that unlucky, right?"

"Wait a moment."

A delicate voice behind him stopped him, and Zi Linglan walked forward, grabbed the stick he was about to draw, and took it away.

"It's a bad fortune! This is impossible! How can it be a bad fortune?"

Zi Linglan screamed, still unable to believe it.

"This woman is really crazy. The lot is obviously hers. Now that she has drawn it, she doesn't have to go." Wang Qiye glared at her and cursed angrily.

He could only reach into the bamboo tube and casually pull out a cigarette.

Sign on.

Wang Qiye looked at the lot and was a little dumbfounded.

The distraught Zi Linglan looked at the stick in Wang Qiye's hand, and her face finally looked better, revealing an expression of "as expected". The look in her eyes when she looked at Wang Qiye gradually became firm, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"Snapped."

Wang Qiye slapped Zi Linglan in the face and turned away angrily. Everyone was surprised. It seemed that the rumors about the two of them were not groundless. During that time, there were rumors that Wang Qiye and Zi Linglan had an affair, but they died down when Wang Qiye married two stunning beauties. But seeing how the two of them looked today, it seemed that the rumors were true.

Zi Linglan covered her slightly swollen face with one hand. The slap made her look more healthy. Her eyes were filled with resentment as she quietly watched him walk down the stone platform. "Wang Qiye, you forced me to do this. This is all your fault. I won't let you go!"

The crowd below the stage was whispering, so much so that Wang Qiye walked down from the stone platform and lay back on the big stone. The number of people who lowered their heads and whispered to each other increased. Everyone's eyes were evasive and they were a little hesitant for a while, but they all described it vividly, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

Yan Mengwan opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know how to start. Her eyes passed Wang Qiye and looked at the woman with a slap mark on her face. At this moment, she was walking down the stone platform step by step. She was completely different from when she climbed up the stone platform. The other side of her face without the slap mark was still a little pale, but it revealed a sickly ruddy look. She casually stroked the hair by her ears, and then raised her eyes, shining with a bright light.

"Wang Qiye, welcome, you can go to the secret realm to make money."

Ye Lingxi said in a sarcastic tone.

"Brother Qiye, were you impulsive just now?"

Nangong Yu withdrew his gaze from the crowd with some worry. A few of them had obvious unfriendly looks in their eyes and they were already not trying to hide it at all.

Wang Qiye also felt the sting of those malicious gazes. He didn't need to look to know that they were the flower protectors. Perhaps he was really impulsive just now. Wang Qiye sighed. He didn't need to go. It was all because of this woman. He was very passive. He originally planned to take her to the grove to vent tonight, but when he thought that he might have a lot of things to do recently, he might not be able to take care of her. He was naturally unwilling to let her go in vain, so he hit her by mistake.

"Hide for a few days, and come out of the Alchemy Hall on the day you set out for the secret realm."

Nangong Yu patted his shoulder and tried to persuade him kindly.

"That's all it can do."

Wang Qiye sighed softly. It was satisfying to beat her at that time, but those flower-guarding messengers were not so easy to talk to. He was afraid that he would not be able to avoid this punch again.