"Uncle Farong, why haven't Chen Xu come back yet? It's almost two hours."

Zhang Yushi asked nervously in the folk house in the northeast corner of the city.

Not only him, but the other eleven people were also concerned about this issue, and their expressions were a little tense.

Chen Xu has not come back for so long, and everyone already feels something is wrong.

Zhang Farong's face looked ugly and did not reply immediately.

It was mainly because so long that he realized that Chen Xu might have a problem.

"Brother, let's run away!" Zhang Farong's cousin, Zhang Fayun, who has only the third level of foundation building, said a suggestion.

Zhang Farong looked outside, shook his head and said, "It's a dead end to go out now. The Li family has blocked the market. Once we are exposed, we will be discovered by the bear demon on the hanging mountain, and we will definitely die!"

When the rest of the people heard this, their faces dimmed.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

"Elder Farong, I'm back!"

The twelve people in the room heard that this was Chen Xu's voice and immediately looked happy.

Chen Xu returned from outside smoothly, which means that the current blockade in the market is not as strict as expected. As long as they are careful, they may have a chance to escape.

Zhang Fayun walked towards the door excitedly and opened the door for Chen Xu. Everyone was looking forward to Chen Xu bringing some good news back.

The moment the door opened, a blue flame penetrated directly from outside the door. Zhang Fayun, who was the first to realize that it was wrong, retreated backwards.

But at this time, the wall on the right side of the house was directly broken by a golden light, and thousands of sword lights surrounded Zhang Fayun, who had just retreated less than three meters.

ah!

After Zhang Fayun screamed, his body was stormed into ashes by the sword energy, and he died.

"Fayun!" Zhang Farong looked at his younger brother who had been tangled into debris, and his body approaching forward also stopped abruptly. His eyes were full of hatred, and he looked at the person outside who was attacking.

After the hiding room was missing a wall, it collapsed.

Zhang Farong and the other ten people were all exposed, all of whom were frightened. Obviously, they had recovered from the shock of Zhang Fayun being killed in an instant.

After seeing the people outside clearly, everyone's faces were filled with despair.

Outside the house, nearly a hundred people have surrounded them, and there are ten great monks in the foundation-building realm, and the rest are also high-level monks in Qi training.

Chen Xiantang and Zong Liuyue stood in the front, and they were the ones who just took action. Behind him, Liu Yuer and three aunts, Li Qingkang and Li Jinzhai, and the Qiao brothers, all holding their own magic weapons and looking at Zhang Farong and others.

"Are you surrendering or resisting stubbornly?"

Zong Liuyue is over 200 years old, but he has been at a high position in the clan for a long time and has developed a temperament of being arrogant without anger. Although he is asking, he shows his domineering intentions.

Zhang Farong did not reply to him first, but looked at Chen Xu below, his eyes full of resentment and said, "Idiot, do you think you are safe now if you betray us now!

When the ancestor comes back, this Yunkong Island will always belong to my Zhang family. Then you will be prepared to apologize for death!”

The riots in the northeast corner of the market have attracted many people to watch. Most of them are monks who originally lived in the market, including some of them in the late stage of the foundation building. However, the situation of the Li family is stronger than that of people, and even the Zhang family has suffered. No one dares to care about the idle affairs here, and they only dare to watch from a distance.

When he heard that Zhang Farong was about to die, Zong Liuyue was not patient anymore and gave a wink at Chen Xiantang next to him.

Chen Xiantang has a sixth-level foundation building cultivation level and has been in charge of Wanbao Hall for many years. The original red flame silk in his hand has long been replaced by the top-grade magic weapon, the cold flame silk. This top-grade magic weapon was made from Master Xichuan and was drawn from a peak foundation-building monster, the frozen land monster in Xuanbei City, Lansha Island, in the frozen soil of Xuanbei City.

Chen Xiantang raised his arm, and seven silks with blue flames flew out from him, and they invaded Zhang Farong's body.

The flame is like a perfect combination of ice and fire, and it is far away and makes people feel that the temperature is extremely low, like ice.

But at this moment, Zhang Farong suddenly rushed up to avoid it. The silk hit the place where he had just stood, and the ground was immediately burned to dissolve a large pit with a diameter of five or six meters.

In addition to his successful avoidance, among the other six great monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm, one of the foundation-building cultivators who were a little younger than them did not have time to avoid Chen Xiantang's attack.

The monk looked at his body in horror as he was eaten up by the blue flames on the silk, bit by bit.

Before the remaining ten people could come back to their senses, the long sword in Zong Liuyue's hand also pulled out a stream of light, and a golden light lit up in the air again, flashing through everyone's pupils, and suddenly attacked Zhang Farong.

The golden sword light rubbed against the air, making a sound, and thousands of sharp blades came towards us, and combined with the spiritual power of Zong Liuyue's seventh-level foundation building, the momentum was amazing.

In an instant, even Zhang Farong was in a daze.

At the critical moment of life and death, he still reacted quickly. A seven-section bamboo stick was taken out of the ring. Zhang Farong's eight-li spiritual sea was not at all inferior. After being attached to the spiritual power, a blue spiritual light was emitted. After he waved it, thousands of blue snake shadows instantly transformed into front of him, and collided with the golden sword light, which actually blocked Zong Liuyue.

At the same time, the other five living foundation-building monks below were also caught in a battle. They barely said it was a battle, but in fact they were besieged.

In addition to the strongest eighth floor of Zhang Farong, including the first-level cultivator who just died, the highest level of the other five people was only the third level of foundation building. Faced with the siege of the remaining eight people in the Li family, they almost fell into a disadvantage in a moment, and the situation became precarious.

Zong Liuyue alone held Zhang Farong. The remaining Chen Xiantang did not choose to join forces with Zong Liuyue to deal with Zhang Farong, but cooperated with the others to deal with the remaining five Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Liu Yu'er was wearing a red dress and was about to rush forward when she was pulled by the fourth aunt Chen Hui next to her.

"You are still big, so you are not allowed to go!"

Liu Yu'er nodded helplessly, but her eyes immediately lit up again. She turned on her sleeves. The Xuanling Fire Python on her wrist was like a fiery red jade bracelet, quietly wrapped around it.

"Xiaohuo, go and help them!"

The jade bracelet instantly turned into a red light and flew out from its wrist.

Zhang Farong was still concentrating on dealing with Zong Liuyue in front of him. He sensed a fire light coming from behind him. In frightened, he raised the bamboo stick in his hand and dodged to the side.

But the speed of the fire was too fast, following him as if it was sticking to his body. A huge pain came from his left shoulder. Zhang Farong looked down and saw a fire snake as thick as a thumb drilling out of the wound.

A layer of domineering fire spirit power was attached to the little snake's body, and it instantly burned from inside his body. Zhang Farong was shocked and quickly mobilized the wooden spirit power in the Dantian Spirit Sea to resist.

But in this way, his body was completely exposed to Zong Liuyue's sword light.

Zong Liuyue directly put the sword on his neck, Zhang Farong's face turned like earth, and his heart was cold.

On the other side, the four people who were still fighting stubbornly saw that Zhang Farong, the strongest, was captured alive, and their fighting spirit was instantly reduced by half, and they were captured one by one.

As for the other five Qi training cultivators, they wanted to take the opportunity to escape as soon as the war started, but they had long been caught by Chen Qingshan and his disciples in the Law Enforcement Council.

Only then did Zong Liuyue really breathe a sigh of relief by instructing Chen Qingshan and other law enforcement disciples to trap all ten people with the spirit seal rope.

The main reason is their strength. In fact, it is still too different to deal with Zhang, regardless of Brother Xiong.

Although Zhang's foundation-building cultivators had already lost most of the Kui Niu when the group of Kui Niu attacked the Hanging Mountain, including three masters and more than a dozen late-stage foundation-building cultivators.

But later they arrived at Yunkong Island and found at least more than twenty major cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

You should know that Zhang Ruoxu, a great monk from the foundation building realm, has brought more than forty to Jingyuan Island, and there are more than fifty to Yunkong Island.

If it weren't for the fact that the Hanging Mountain had been controlled by Brother Xiong before, and these people were all scattered because the Hanging Mountain was broken, giving them the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

Just by these ten great monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm, they may not be able to deal with the remaining people of the Zhang family.

Seeing that the ten people were tied up and controlled, Zong Liuyue ordered Chen Qingshan: "One late stage of foundation building, four early stage of foundation building, and five high-level Qi training cultivators, a total of ten people, all sent to the Hanging Mountain!"

"Yes! The Lord of the Sect, the Zhang prisoners on the Hanging Mountain, are almost three thousand now?"

One day alone, Chen Qingshan escorted more than 20 groups of Zhang clan members, and it has been nearly five days since they arrived at Yunkong Island.

Zong Liuyue nodded and said, "In addition to these five, there should be thirty-one major cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the rest are all cultivators in the Qi Training Realm!"

Chen Xiantang also put away his magic weapon at this time and walked towards Zong Liuyue.

"I have checked the files of the Zhang Clan Ancestral Hall. There should be less than a hundred monks hiding outside the Zhang Clan. The seven first-class forces on the island have sent the members of the Zhang Clan who hid in them in person, and sent people to negotiate with me. They all expressed their desire to leave the Zhang Clan and surrender to us!"

The Zhang clan members who had been tied up looked even pale when they heard the conversation between the three. Only Zhang Farong looked angry and shouted: "These villains who are tempted by the power of the enemy have been protected by my Zhang clan for hundreds of years. Now they dare to do such a traitor. When the ancestor comes back, they will not even think of running away. And you, and your Li clan, all will die, all will die!"

Bang...

Chen Qingshan is now the deputy director of the Law Enforcement Hall, and his style is becoming more and more domineering, and he is more and more similar to Li Qingjie. He is already extremely determined and has always believed in the principle of not talking too much as long as he can do it. Seeing that Zhang Farong is now a prisoner, he dares to speak out loudly, so he directly gave him a slap.

Zhang Farong was stunned by this slap, and then his face turned red.

The key to this slap is not pain, but humiliation.

He is a great monk at the eighth floor of foundation building, and Chen Qingshan, a young monk in the Qi training realm, is unwilling to even look at him on weekdays, but now he has been slapped hard by him.

"So what can you do if you come back? We have caught all the families of your Zhang clan. Even if Zhang Ruoxu has the ability to do it, it is useless."

Li Qingkang walked forward and looked at Zhang Farong, with a chill flashing in his eyes. The other party's threat made him more and more worried about the situation on his own Jingyuan Island. He just wanted to kill Zhang Farong directly, but he still forcibly suppressed his anger and just said coldly.

Zhang Farong's face turned blue and white. He felt angry but did not dare to refute. He could only shut up his mouth and let others continue to take him to the direction of the Hanging Mountain.

Just as everyone was about to set off, two powerful auras appeared in the sky, immediately covering the entire Yunkongfang Market. The absurd anger mixed in the old voice was obviously already accumulated to the peak, as if squeezed out from the teeth one by one.

"I don't know whether I have any skills or not.

But you who are in trouble with me, Yunkong Island, will all die today!”

Zhang Farong and several other tied monks all looked up at the sky in surprise. Two monks with chaotic buns came into their eyes and couldn't help but feel excited.
Chapter completed!