Tian Yuan

Wouldn't it be a joke to retreat at this moment.

The leader of Wudaoya's team is named Zhang Ping, dressed in a dark brocade robe, with a stern face and a low voice: "Please give Wudaoya a face and don't interfere for now."

"Face?" Changsun Qian sneered, "That's not shit."

"presumptuous!"

Zhang Ping was furious, this sentence was undoubtedly an insult to Wudaoya, he reprimanded with a livid face.

"I want to see who dares to stop me."

As she said that, Changsun Qian didn't bother to talk nonsense, so she took a huge ax and killed everyone in Wudaoya.

boom--

A big battle is about to break out, attracting countless onlookers of the same generation's pride.

Chang Sunqian held a huge ax in both hands, without any sense of disobedience.

She tried her best, only thinking about breaking the foundation of this big formation and saving Wu Junyan.

However, after all, Changsun Qian did not have the strength to stand at the top of her peers, so it was difficult to do so.

Wudaoya only sent three people to trap Changsun Qian, making it impossible for her to get close to the formation base.

It should be Changsun Fengye who was scruples standing aside, and the Tianjiao in Wudaoya did not dare to deal with Changsun Qian, but used various methods to entangle him and deliberately delay time.

"what!"

Changsun Qian yelled, and smashed the huge ax at a Tianjiao.

This Tianjiao had already prepared himself, holding a shield with both hands, and caught the axe.

After a stalemate like this for a while, a powerful coercion came from the west.

The visitor was wearing a dark purple robe, a jade pendant around his waist, long hair tied into a crown, and he looked heroic.

He is the holy son of Zhaixinglou, named Wanling.

"finally come!"

Everyone in Wudaoya can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Son!"

The seriously injured disciples of Zhaixinglou showed joy when they saw the backbone.

"A bunch of trash."

Wan Ling looked down at his fellow disciples and cursed coldly.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to say more.

Everyone in Wudaoya waited until the Holy Son of Zhaixing Tower, there was no need to continue to intervene, they immediately repelled Changsun Qian, then withdrew the blockade formation, and retreated to a safe place.

"The next thing will be handled by Guizong himself."

Zhang Ping walked up to Wan Ling, said with cupped hands.

"Thank you." Wan Ling nodded lightly, with a stern expression, showing no emotion.

Afterwards, only Wu Junyan and the people from Zhaixinglou were left in this area.

The rest of the Tianjiao are watching the show from a far away place, for fear of being affected.

Wu Junyan no longer adjusted his breathing to heal his wounds, and slowly stood in the void, with a few strands of extremely obvious bloodstains on his clothes.

"Take her out of here, this matter has nothing to do with her."

Wu Junyan turned his head and said to Changsun Fengye.

"If you ask me to help, I will do it."

Changsun Fengye said.

Regarding this, Wu Junyan remained silent and did not ask for help.

The relationship between the two is not that good yet, and Wu Junyan is not a person who is willing to bow his head.

Some things have to be faced by yourself.

"Sister, let's go." Changsun Fengye flashed in front of Changsun Qian and said, "He said that we don't need our help."

"I do not go!"

Changsunqian is stubborn.

"You are not the same as him."

Changsun Fengye said.

"I have taken a fancy to him, so I won't regret it. If I leave today, I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life."

In any case, Changsun Qian refused to leave no matter what.

"Ah!" Changsun Fengye sighed softly, he really didn't know what to do with his sister.

If Wu Junyan really became his brother-in-law, Changsun Fengye would solve these troubles directly without saying a word.It's just that the two of them can be regarded as nodding acquaintances at best, both have arrogance and special behavior styles, and there is not enough reason to make a move.

"I'm used to being alone. I don't need your help. Leave."

Wu Junyan looked at Changsun Qian with a firm attitude.

"Don't go." Changsun Qian is also straight-tempered, and she won't leave if she says she can't.

Standing on a high place, the Saint Son of the Star Picking Tower couldn't stand it anymore, stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a cold voice: "I don't have the time to watch you flirt, you killed my disciple of the Star Picking Tower, this debt cannot be taken lightly." Erase. If you don’t want to die, then listen to my arrangement. One, hand over what you have in your hand; two, kneel down and apologize.”

"Ah."

Hearing this, Wu Junyan smiled, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

Obviously it was the people from Zhaixinglou who wanted to kill people and steal money, which led to such an ending, but it is ridiculous that Wu Junyan is still held accountable.

However, there are so many ridiculous things in this world that it is not surprising.

In the world, only the fist is the truth.

Zhaixinglou is one of the top 36 sects in the Imperial State, and the current Shengzi is a very strong evildoer, and his own strength is top-notch in the background, so of course he is arrogant.

"Hit as you want, don't talk nonsense."

Wu Junyan held a three-foot sword in his hand, completely ignoring his own injuries, and planned to fight again.

"I don't want to fight with a wounded person. The word spread that I bullied you." Wan Ling's expression was indifferent, and his voice was a bit chilly: "The request I just said is your best choice."

"You self-righteous guy, what kind of onion are you?"

Before Wu Junyan could speak sarcastically, Chen Qingyuan who hurried over appeared and said loudly.

In order to arrive as soon as possible, Chen Qingyuan did not rest for a moment on the road.

Fortunately, there was no trouble and we arrived in time.

"I am the Holy Son of Zhaixinglou, who are you?"

Wan Ling looked at Chen Qingyuan who appeared suddenly, with a cold light in his eyes, the temperature around his body dropped suddenly, as if a few pieces of frost had condensed.

"Beihuang, Chen Qingyuan." While talking, pointing to the injured Wu Junyan: "He, my brother."

In the whole world, only Chen Qingyuan can make Wu Junyan truly trust him.

Although Chen Qingyuan violated the contract several times, Wu Junyan still believed it.This feeling of trust cannot be described in words, it is like an invisible bond between the two.

"so what?"

Chen Qingyuan, who is it?Have not heard.

Wan Ling's vision is very high, and he never takes the initiative to investigate the Tianjiao in other domains except Dizhou.Therefore, he did not have the slightest understanding of Chen Qingyuan.

"If you touch him, then you touch me." Chen Qingyuan exuded a suffocating pressure, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld Palace, with a bit of biting chill: "Even if you are the saint of the Zhaixing Tower Son, don’t even think about leaving here alive. If you don’t believe me, you can try.”

wow——

The surrounding audience was in an uproar, and it was difficult for them to keep calm when they saw someone daring to threaten the Son of Zhaxinglou in person.

Hearing these words, Wu Junyan couldn't help feeling a ray of warmth in his heart.

However, Wu Junyan still wanted to deal with it alone, unwilling to drag Chen Qingyuan into the vortex: "Brother Chen, you..."

"Shut up, don't say polite words to me."

Chen Qingyuan knew Wu Junyan's character too well, so he interrupted him before he finished speaking.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the scene was a little dull, and a big battle might start at any time.