Tian Yuan

Daochen Buddha didn't have any objections, and was willing to play around with Chen Qingyuan.

The three of them began to choose a suitable place, discussing a series of trivial matters to follow.

Yanchang Guxing, Chen Qingyuan and others set up a huge ring, suspended in the air.

In order to start the war with the geniuses of the same generation as soon as possible, Chen Qingyuan thought of a bad move, and wrote provocative words on the paper, "Challenge the geniuses of all walks of life, whoever has the ability to come" and so on.

The specific location of the arena and the details of various gambling matters are attached to the paper.

Chen Qingyuan copied hundreds of thousands of promotional paper letters with spiritual techniques, and threw them into the starry sky and nearby ancient stars.

It won't be long before this matter will be known to many people.

"We can't wait in vain." Chen Qingyuan didn't want to wait foolishly, he had to make some troubles to attract talents from all walks of life: "I heard that Jiang Xun from the Dongli Sword Sect is nearby, let's see if he can be attracted."

Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha stayed here, while Chen Qingyuan set off alone.

On a nearby star, on the top of a high mountain, a young man in brocade clothes is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, practicing cultivation.

At the foot of the mountain stood dozens of disciples of the Dongli Sword Sect, all exuding extremely strong sword power, they were not ordinary swordsmen.

Chen Qingyuan just came here, and was immediately discovered by the Dongli Sword Sect: "Who?"

"Beihuang, Chen Qingyuan."

At this time, Chen Qingyuan didn't intend to hide his identity, and directly reported his real name.

"Chen Qingyuan?" Everyone looked at each other with doubts in their eyes: "I haven't heard of it."

A sword cultivator thought about it for a while, and remembered one thing: "I know this person, one of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness, who had fought with Wan Ling, the son of the star-chasing tower before, and the outcome was tied."

"Oh, it was him!"

When this matter was mentioned, everyone suddenly realized.

"What are you doing here?"

All the sword cultivators stared at Chen Qingyuan with vigilant eyes, and asked.

"Suwen Dongli Jianzi is extremely powerful, and he came here today to fight the battle."

Chen Qingyuan didn't write a word, and spoke out his intentions.

"War book?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces froze and their eyes were unfriendly.

"Of course, the one who wants to fight Dongli Jianzi is not me, but the eldest grandson Fengye of Beihuang." Chen Qingyuan looked up at the top of the mountain and said loudly: "I don't know if Dongli Jianzi would dare to accept the challenge? "

After the words fell, Chen Qingyuan took out a letter of war from the Sumeru ring, and threw it towards the top of the mountain.

All the sword cultivators wanted to stop the war book, so they couldn't disturb Dongli Jianzi who was sitting and enlightening.

Unexpectedly, Dongli Jianzi suddenly opened his eyes, slowly raised his left hand, and grabbed the book of war.

Seeing Jianzi wake up, all the sword cultivators bowed one after another with the utmost respect.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xun looked down at the foot of the mountain, and exchanged a glance with Chen Qingyuan, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and his voice was cold: "What reason do I have to fight?"

"If Dongli Jianzi is too timid to fight, there is no need to fight. However, if this matter gets out, it may damage Jianzi's reputation."

Chen Qingyuan is well aware of the arrogance of contemporary evildoers, knowing that such words are a way to provoke generals, but still can't refuse.

"The gauntlet, I accept it."

Jiang Xun is planning to sharpen his sword skills.

"If Jianzi had the guts, would he dare to bet on a lucky green lotus?" Chen Qingyuan said.

"That's your intention!"

Jiang Xun sneered.

"Since we want to fight, of course we have to gamble something." Chen Qingyuan smiled slightly: "Win or lose, each depends on his own ability."

"Okay, I agree."

Jiang Xun pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

There is no reason to be cowardly in fighting among peers.

This battle can not only sharpen oneself, but also win a lucky green lotus.

Back in the arena, Chen Qingyuan told Changsun Fengye the general situation and asked him to prepare for the battle.

"Is it too late for me to regret it now?"

Changsun Fengye was not afraid, but uncomfortable, like a marionette in Chen Qingyuan's hands.

"Madman, we have agreed, we can't give up halfway." Chen Qingyuan started a long speech: "Accumulate combat experience, enhance your own strength, and you can also fight for the dignity of the Northern Wilderness, and add honor to the Misty Palace..."

When it comes to the ability to talk nonsense, Changsun Fengye felt ashamed: "I have a question, if you lose, who will compensate the lucky green lotus?"

"How could you lose? I have confidence in you."

Of course, Chen Qingyuan thought about this question. Based on his understanding of Changsun Fengye, it is not easy to lose.

Even if the opponent is the top evildoer in Dizhou, Changsun Fengye definitely has the ability to fight head-on.

"If you answer positively, who will pay?"

Changsun Fengye didn't want to suffer, so he continued to ask.

"I'll pay, okay!"

Chen Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said.

"Well, that's about the same."

Hearing this answer, Changsun Fengye felt a little better.

"Although I will compensate you if you lose, you cannot deliberately lose."

Chen Qingyuan was afraid that if such a thing happened, he would suffer a blood loss.

"Don't worry!" Changsun Fengye assured: "I'm not so far, I will definitely do my best."

Ten days later, members of the Dongli Sword Sect came.

In addition, there are many fellow monks watching the excitement.

In order to expand his influence, Chen Qingyuan has been publicizing the news that Dongli Jianzi will fight Changsun Fengye during this period of time, attracting a large number of people to watch the battle.

This is a wasteland without any vegetation, the soil is black, and there are many boulders.

On the ring, Changsun Fengye and Jiang Xunyao looked at each other, ready to fight.

Before the war, Chen Qingyuan reached an agreement with the Dongli Sword Sect to bet on a luck green lotus.

"Madman, this is our first battle, you must not lose." Chen Qingyuan said through voice transmission: "If you lose, we will become a joke."

Changsun Fengye heard Chen Qingyuan's words, but did not answer, and stared at Jiang Xun intently, ready to fight well.

Ever since Changsun Fengye participated in the Feast of Hundred Meridians, he hasn't used his real skills yet.

"You are the leader of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness, let's see how capable you are."

Jiang Xun had long wanted to meet Sun Fengye for a while, but he never had the chance before.

"It will not let you down."

Changsun Fengye looked calm.

There are more than 700 people watching the game, looking forward to it.

"As far as I know, Dongli Jianzi got a lot of good fortune not long ago, and his kendo realm has improved a little bit, and his strength must have improved."

"The head of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness is not a simple character. In my impression, I have never seen him make a move."

"Chang Ziqiu from the Northern Wilderness is also one of the Ten Heroes. He can fight head-on with the Son of Tianfu Villa without losing. As the head of the Ten Heroes, the eldest grandson Fengye will definitely not be weaker than Chang Ziqiu!"

"In this battle, whoever wins and who loses."

Everyone stared intently at the two people on the ring, their spirits were tense, and they clenched their hands subconsciously.