Tian Yuan

The brother Chen Qingyuan recognized must do his best to protect him.

Back then, Han Shan was bullied by the Four Sacred Sects. After Chen Qingyuan found out, he rushed over without any hesitation and took Han Shan away safely.

Now that Wu Junyan is in trouble, of course Chen Qingyuan can't just sit idly by.

Even if Wu Junyan finally solved the problem by himself, he would have to pay an unimaginable price.

It's fine if Chen Qingyuan doesn't know about it. Now that he has heard the news, he must come forward to help.

"Madman, do you just watch Lao Wu being bullied? Don't you know how to help?"

Chen Qingyuan turned his head and glanced at Changsun Fengye.

"Brother Wu said he doesn't need my help."

Changsun Fengye replied.

"He's an idiot, so there's no need to listen to what he said. You are too, and your brain is also not good. Even if the two of you don't have a good relationship at the moment, you are both from the Northern Wilderness. How can you be bullied by outsiders."

Because Chen Qingyuan regards the two of them as very good friends, so he also hopes that they can get along well.

"I..." Changsun Fengye had an aggrieved look on his face, he hesitated to speak.

I'm not really cold-blooded, as long as Wu Junyan asks for help, I will definitely not refuse.But, Wu Junyan's mouth is too hard, what can I do?

Changsun Fengye simply kept silent to see how the situation would develop.

"He killed my people in the Star Picking Tower, and he must pay the price."

Since Chen Qingyuan was standing beside Daochen Buddha, Wan Ling was very afraid and did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

Wan Ling could ignore Chen Qingyuan, but he couldn't underestimate Daochen Buddha.

"That's you, the person from Zhaixinglou, who deserves to die." Chen Qingyuan raised his voice without losing his momentum: "As far as I know, Zhaixinglou wanted to snatch Wu Junyan's opportunity, and thus caused his death. He deserved this fate."

"No matter what you say, he can't leave unharmed."

Wan Ling waved his hand, and hundreds of young people in the same costumes appeared around him, all of them were true disciples of Zhaixinglou.

This matter was quite a big deal, and all the disciples of Zhaixinglou who got the news rushed over as quickly as possible.For the dignity of the sect, but also for the ancient scriptures in Wu Junyan's hands.

"If there's nothing to talk about, then fight." Chen Qingyuan wasn't frightened. Although he seldom did anything these years, it didn't mean he wasn't bloody.

Clang——

The sword was out of its sheath, Chen Qingyuan held the Yulan sword, and the corner of his clothes swayed slightly, with a domineering aura.

If you didn't do it before, you didn't want to.

After all, there is no point in doing something that can be solved with words, and it will only increase troubles.

Now, Chen Qingyuan is too lazy to say much, if he wants to fight, he will fight, whoever is afraid of whom.

"A mere hundred people, how can they stop me from waiting?"

Chen Qingyuan glanced around, the sharpness of the sword in his hand made many people feel timid.

"Amitabha."

Daochen Buddha took a step forward with a clear meaning.

The old monk said beforehand that no matter what happens, Buddhism will always stand by Chen Qingyuan's side.As a disciple of the Eastern Land Buddha, he naturally has to uphold the will of Buddhism without questioning it.

"Count me in!"

That being the case, Changsun Fengye couldn't pretend to be nonchalant, and sighed lightly, as if he had accepted Wu Junyan's bad temper.

Lower your head, will you die if you ask for help?

Changsun Fengye cursed in his heart, closed the folding fan in his hand, and held it tightly.

Looking at Chen Qingyuan and the others who were not showing any timidity, everyone in the Zhaxing Building was somewhat uneasy.

If you really want to start a war, you must never die.

At that time, some of the disciples of Zhaixinglou will definitely perish.

No one wants to be that unlucky ghost, and they feel frightened.

The Feast of Hundred Meridians has just begun, if he dies like this, there will be infinite regrets left behind.

"war!"

Seeing that everyone in the Zhaixing Building refused to give in, Chen Qingyuan no longer hesitated, and stabbed Wan Ling with his sword.

Wan Ling's pupils contracted rapidly, and his body subconsciously moved backwards.

Immediately afterwards, Wan Ling's hands showed a hugging posture, and grabbed the stabbing sword light.

"Oh!"

After a few breaths, Wan Ling shattered Chen Qingyuan's sword intent.At the same time, he dodged to a high place, keeping a distance from Chen Qingyuan.

"If you can fight me for [-] rounds, this matter will be exposed. If you can't, none of you can interfere with Wu Junyan and Zhaixinglou."

Although Wan Ling looked indifferent, he was still worried about the safety of his fellow disciples.

Once a war breaks out, Wan Ling has the power to protect himself, but ordinary Tianjiao doesn't have this strength.Whether it is Daochen Buddha's son or the eldest grandson Fengye, they are not good people, so they must be considered.

"can."

Chen Qingyuan pondered.

This approach can minimize casualties and is beneficial to both parties.

If they really wanted to fight, Wu Junyan forcibly used his spiritual power. If he was injured again, it would most likely damage his foundation.This price is irreversible.

Neither Wan Ling nor Chen Qingyuan thought they would lose.

What the result will be depends on their own abilities.

"Except for the top monsters at the same level, no one can fight the Holy Son for [-] rounds."

"The unknown person in the Northern Wilderness is definitely not the opponent of the Holy Son."

"With the power of the Holy Son, he can surely suppress his peers and spread his prestige in all directions."

The Tianjiao of Zhaxinglou had great confidence in Wanling, clenched their fists and said secretly.

A huge area was vacated in the central position here, and it became the battlefield for the two sides to fight.

Wan Ling waved his left hand, and a weapon similar to a copper coin appeared in his palm.

What is this?

Wanling's natal treasure, seven-pattern copper coin.

There are a total of seven dao patterns carved on it, carrying the power of the dao rhyme of the ancestors of the star picking tower, which is extremely powerful.

With a clear sound of "ding", Wan Ling flicked his fingers and threw the seven-pattern copper coin into the air.

The next moment, the seven-pattern copper coin rapidly grew in size, floating above Wan Ling's head, and countless strands of brilliance slipped down from the edge of the copper coin, like a sky curtain, attracting attention.

"go with!"

Then, Wan Ling Yi clapped out.

The seven-pattern copper coin followed the trend and went towards Chen Qingyuan.

At this moment, both of them showed fluctuations in their cultivation.

As a holy son of a sect, Wan Ling is naturally a cultivator in the transformation stage.

As for Chen Qingyuan, it looked very bleak, only at the stage of Yuanying's early stage.

Ever since Chen Qingyuan shaped the foundation of the Sandan Saint Grade, it will take a long time and countless spiritual powers to break through a small realm in the future.

boom!

Chen Qingyuan slashed out with a sword, and the sword light fell on the seven-patterned copper coin without leaving any traces.

Whoosh!

At the critical moment, Chen Qingyuan dodged to avoid Wan Ling's attack.

Afterwards, Chen Qingyuan swung several swords in a row, splitting the void, but failed to repel the seven-pattern copper coin.

"Holy Son of Zhaixing Tower, I want to see how capable you are."

After testing these swords, Chen Qingyuan no longer hides his clumsiness, and temporarily stepped into the half-step swordless state, and the power of the sword he swung out was much stronger than before.