robbed the money, insulted the other party, and even beat it up before letting it go. Such a request can only be said to be too deceitful.

Shen Chong stood indifferently in place, and the powerful aura on his body, which was comparable to that of a late-stage cultivator, surged out in an instant.

Several strong men suddenly saw darkness in their eyes, suffocated in their chests, lost consciousness, and fainted on the ground.

At the same time, there was also Li Han, who was standing in the dark and had been peeking at the situation here.

At such a close distance, with their mortal status, how could they resist the impact of the momentum of the cultivators in the late stage of transformation?

Fourth Uncle Li only felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that several strong men had all served on the street, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

However, when he saw Li Han who had fainted, his face immediately became a little ugly. Now, as long as you are not stupid, you can guess why this group of people came to the door for no reason.

When Shen Chong released his momentum, the faces of many cultivators in Red Tiger City changed drastically.

They sensed a powerful and fierce aura fluctuation in the city and disappeared in a flash. Although the time was very short, they knew very well that with just the momentum that the other party exuded in an instant, this person's cultivation could dominate in this Red Tiger City.

So, under the orders of the Red Tiger City general in the early stage of transformation, the patrol soldiers did not dare to be lazy in the slightest, and stepped up their patrols in the city.

After experiencing the robbery turmoil, Shen Chong and Fourth Uncle Li took advantage of the dark to wander around the street at will, browsing all kinds of goods.

As he walked, Shen Chong suddenly stopped in front of a medicinal herb stall.

The stall owner was a stout, swarthy young man, with a rugged appearance, sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring straight ahead with a pair of pigeon-egg-sized eyes, looking immovable.

His medicinal herb stall is basically a piece of linen, and more than a dozen dry and flat plants are neatly placed.

However, the fluctuations of spiritual power transmitted from those dry flat plants let those who know the goods know that these medicinal materials are all valuable spiritual grasses.

"How do you sell this herb?" asked Shen Chong, pretending to pick up one of the dried flat plants at random.

With his vision, he could naturally find that the young man in front of him had already practiced the method of breathing and breathing, and he himself was also a good seedling of cultivation.

"Thirty taels of ancient silver. The swarthy young man didn't turn his head, and coldly quoted a price.

"Cheaper, ten taels of ancient silver, I want this herb." Shen Chong smiled slightly, and made a bargain.

The swarthy young man was still expressionless, and returned directly: "Don't sell the counteroffer." ”

Shen Chong laughed for a while in his heart, and said helplessly: "Alas, you are so strange. Since you are setting up a stall to sell goods, how can there be any reason not to bargain? What's more, you are sitting here, with the solemn appearance that everyone owes you ancient silver, and you do not sell or introduce, so who will come to patronize you? I think I should be your first customer today, right?"

This time, the swarthy young man didn't even bother to take care of Shen Chong, and was directly silent.

Shen Chong just wanted to continue to make things difficult, but suddenly heard a commotion on the street behind him.

Shen Chong looked at the sound when he heard the sound, but saw that on the road that was originally densely populated, a large area had been vacated at this time, and some merchants who had put the goods out for comparison also hurriedly moved the goods to the side of the street, for fear of getting into trouble.

On the open space that suddenly became empty, there stood a team of nearly ten street patrol soldiers, led by a cultivator in the middle stage of enlightenment.

At this time, he was carrying a little boy who was seven or eight years old.

The little boy was dressed in homespun clothes, and his face was dirty.

The child was carried in his hands like this, and he was so frightened that he even forgot to cry, and just looked at the cultivator who grabbed him with a pair of frightened eyes.

"Alas, whose baby is this, so careless, it seems that it is going to be unlucky......" In the crowd, someone shook his head and sighed quietly.

"This aunt, what happened, why did those soldiers arrest this child?" Shen Chong asked in a low voice to the person who spoke.

The aunt looked around cautiously, and saw that no one was paying attention, so she lowered her voice and said, "Young man, can't you see this?" Just now, the baby was playing on the street with other little babies, and when he was running, he didn't look at the road, and he hit the adult with the soldiers, not only hurt the adult, but also stained the armor of the person with the pastry in his hand, which made the adult angry. ”

"Oh, I see. Shen Chong nodded, and saw that the captain of the middle stage of Kailing really had some pastry stains on his armor.

"Bastard, do you walk without eyes?" the captain slapped the child twice.

was slapped by the other party's palm, and the little boy's nosebleed instantly flowed down.

Shen Chong looked at this scene with a gloomy face, and was about to teach the other party a lesson, but suddenly heard a cold voice next to him.

"Put down that kid. ”

The swarthy young man who had been sitting in front of his medicine stall slowly stood up, looking like that, with a great sense of oppression.

Seeing his tower-like figure, the surrounding onlookers suddenly retreated to the side in horror and made way for them.

"The kid is looking for death. In order to curry favor with the captain, one of the soldiers shouted and pounced.

These soldiers are all strong men who have practiced the method of breathing and breathing, and ordinary people, four or five may not be their opponents.

The swarthy young man did not dodge or dodge, and the big fist of the fight directly slammed into the soldier's face.

The soldier was defenseless and was knocked unconscious with a single punch.

"Dare to attack us, boy is looking for death!!" The rest of the soldiers were furious when they saw this, and rushed over with iron guns in their hands.

In the face of many opponents rushing towards him, the swarthy young man showed a dexterity that did not match his size at all, and between advancing and retreating, he dodged and knocked several of them to the ground in a moment.

He was extremely heavy, and most of the soldiers who were hit were only hit once, and then they rolled on the ground in pain, losing their ability to fight.

The captain waved his hand to stop the attack of the rest of the soldiers, and then threw the child in his hand aside, and sneered: "Hmph~~ I said why do you dare to be so arrogant, it turns out that you have also practiced the method of breathing and breathing. But with your little weight, you dare to meddle in things. Today, this captain will let you see the difference between our cultivators and you mortals. ”

After speaking, there was a sudden surge of momentum, and he slowly walked towards the swarthy youth.

Cultivation is promoted to the Enlightenment Period, which can be regarded as officially entering the ranks of cultivators. In the armies of the countries of the Yellow Spring Realm, all those who join the army must practice the method of breathing and breathing, and among them, there are naturally some people who are extremely talented and suitable for cultivating the truth, and can advance to the early stage of enlightenment.

A soldier, once promoted to the early stage of enlightenment, can become the captain of a hundred-person team.

If the talent is better and the cultivation is harder, maybe the cultivation will be further improved. For example, the soldier in front of him, with his cultivation in the middle stage of enlightenment, can serve as a captain of the patrol team in the city, and the power in his hands is not small.

As he moved forward step by step, the strong Yuan Spiritual Qi continued to pour out from the captain, and with the momentum of his mid-enlightenment stage, he pressed fiercely towards the swarthy young man.

The swarthy young man immediately felt a lot of pressure, and even his knees were bent a little, and his body was even more arched. Sweating profusely, only by trying his best can he resist the idea of kneeling in the momentum of the other party.

The Huangquan realm is worthy of being a realm with a profound foundation in cultivating truth.

Compared with the cultivators of the New Realm, the cultivators in this Yellow Spring Realm were obviously much more superb in terms of using the means of momentum oppression. A cultivator in the middle stage of enlightenment would be able to use momentum oppression to such an extent, which Shen Chong hadn't thought of before.

"Yo ho! It's not bad, but I can still stand under the pressure of the captain's momentum. The captain's face was full of amusement, and he slowly approached the swarthy youth.

The swarthy young man's hands were already struggling to support his knees, but his eyes were still staring at each other unyieldingly, and a voice squeezed out of his throat: "I Zhong Mang, yearning for the immortal family, although I failed to get the favor of the immortal family sect as I wished, but I have always maintained the heart of seeking the good and the Tao, I don't want to meet scum like you today, not only bullying the weak, but also tarnishing the reputation of the cultivators......"

Listening to the swarthy young man's words, the captain's face became gloomy.

"I knew that there were also scum in the immortal family, and you all looked like you were high and invincible. Come on! Come on! Come on! Let my grandfather fuck show me today, what is so great about you cultivators and immortal seekers. The swarthy young man's teeth creaked, the muscles of his whole body bulged, and his meridians erupted, and he straightened up under the tremendous pressure, and then threw a punch at the captain without fear of death.

However, his punch didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, and he was kicked away by the captain.

The body rushed quickly, and before Zhong Mang stood up, the captain had already approached again, and then he punched him violently.

There was a sudden "bang" sound on the field.

Under the full force of a cultivator in the middle stage of enlightenment, how could Zhong Mang be a mortal to resist. However, his temperament is also hard, and at this moment, he is still screaming and scolding non-stop. As a result, the more he scolds, the heavier the other party becomes.

After a short time, he was beaten by the captain and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was covered in blood, and even the scolding in his mouth was much weaker.

But the other party didn't use weapons at all, just kept punching him, as if he wanted to beat him to death.

Some onlookers couldn't bear to turn their heads, unwilling to see the tragic end of Zhong Mang.

"Huh~Huh~" Fighting like a mortal, the captain also stopped his movements with sore hands, and looked coldly at Zhong Mang, who was covered in blood, as if he was waiting for the other party to beg for mercy, but he thought in his heart: Only by violently suppressing these ants who dare to resist, making them submit, and then killing them in their unwilling eyes, can they make an example and relieve the anger in their hearts.