C431
C431
Cultivators above the prison state, in the eyes of the Nine-tailed Fox, were just like cats and dogs.
In the eyes of the Nine-tailed Fox, cultivators below the prison realm were nothing more than ants. No one would think that moving an ant on their territory was an offense. The other party was too small, so it was not worth mentioning at all.
But precisely because of this reason, as long as the cultivator did not reveal his level of cultivation, the Nine-tailed Fox would not notice.
The old man was at the prison boundary of the cultivation realm, but if he were to reveal a strength at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, then there wouldn't be any problems. In addition, even if the old man had revealed the cultivation of the Desire Confinement realm, if he finished the battle quickly and used a move to defeat his opponent, it might still be possible for the Nine-tailed Fox to be unable to react in time.
Of course, this was very risky, as the Nine-tailed Fox's strength was too formidable.
When Cheng Qing heard the sound, he turned around and glanced at the old man.
Behind the old man were two middle-aged men.
Three warriors of the Conviction Realm were definitely not people Cheng Qing could fight right now.
Even if his opponent was only at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, he was still a prison state cultivator after all, and his methods were incomparable to those of ordinary Xumi realm cultivators. Three cultivators that were over the ninth level of the Xumi Stage were attacking Cheng Qing at the same time. Cheng Qing wouldn't choose to face them head on.
Seeing the old man appear, Qi Mo City's face was filled with joy, but soon after, he heaved a sigh of relief. The old man arrived in time to stabilize the situation, and Cheng Qing no longer dared to force him.
Not only that, in front of the old man and the others, Cheng Qing's so-called battle prowess that surpassed cultivators of the same cultivation level had no meaning. Next, the dominant position was once again in the hands of the Qi Mo City.
Thinking about it, Qi Mo City felt extremely carefree, and Chen Qing had intimidated him, causing him to lose face. He squinted his eyes, and taunted, "Smelly brat, don't you think you can fight? Why isn't he moving anymore? If you have the guts, why don't you try touching me now? "
The moment the words left his mouth, his eyes widened.
Because Cheng Qing had already punched.
In his eyes, a giant fist that carried a terrifying power was magnified rapidly.
Zimo City no longer had time to dodge.
His mind was blank.
How could this be?
How dare Cheng Qing make a move?!
A dull thud was heard.
Zimo City could only feel a bone-piercing pain coming from the bridge of their nose, engulfing their entire body in an instant, almost causing them to wish they were dead. However, he did not scream out loud because he had already fainted.
This scene caused the surrounding cultivators to stare with wide eyes and gaping mouths. They stared in disbelief at Cheng Qing.
Cheng Qing maintained his indifferent expression. However, this time around, he glanced at the unconscious and unconscious Qi Mo City and said indifferently, "I've never heard of such a request before, begging others to beat me up."
The moment he said this, the entire hall went into an uproar. Some cultivators even laughed out loud, and some cultivators who had been bullying the officials of the imperial court for many years and had come from powerful clans began to cheer for Cheng Qing.
They remembered this youth.
This youth who viewed power and strength as nothing.
Many of the cultivators had a change of mood, and the way they looked at Cheng Qing had also changed.
They paid respect to Cheng Qing.
It was respect for the hero.
It didn't matter if Cheng Qing was mature or if he acted impulsively, he hadn't done anything wrong. He was not afraid of the oppression of the military, not afraid of the threat of experts. That was the demeanor of a true hero!