Tian Yuan

So far, the top evildoers of various forces have never really made a move. Most of them are waiting for an opportunity, or obtaining more resources, and improving their strength in a short period of time as much as possible.

The battle with the evildoers of the same generation is inevitable.

However, this fire has never been lit, and the situation seems a little stiff.

The evildoers from the 36 sects of the Dizhou, the top figures from the eighteen branches of the western border, and the strong men from the Lihua Palace in the southern region are all acting in secret, and there is no time to act.

Chen Qingyuan couldn't wait any longer, and planned to let this fire burn to all parts of the ancient world, so that no one could hide from it.

If you don't fight, how can I make money?

Chen Qingyuan decided to encourage his eldest grandson Fengye to invite the evildoers of the same generation. In order to attract others, he used three luck green lotuses to bet against a green lotus of others.

"Let me go, it's not good!"

Changsun Fengye's face was not as thick as Chen Qingyuan's, so he couldn't say those provocative words.

"This is easy to handle. I will give you some tips, and then you can throw the tips to those people."

There are some words of invitation to fight written in the kit. Chen Qingyuan believes that as long as a young man with full blood sees it, he will definitely not be able to keep calm, and he will have to fight if he doesn't want to.

"Let me see what's written on it."

Changsun Fengye opened the bag and looked at it, his expression changed: "The words you wrote are too arrogant!"

Although there were no curse words in the content of the gauntlet, every sentence contained an attitude of contempt, which was extremely provocative.

One of the passages reads: "If you don't dare to fight, then stay in the corner and go home in despair after the Baimai feast is over. If you meet my eldest grandson Fengye in the future, remember to stay away. Show up. If not, I will make you lie on the ground and eat ashes, and your face will be ruined."

"Don't be arrogant, how can you arouse the anger of the crowd?"

Chen Qingyuan said.

"But, aren't you asking for trouble for me?"

Changsun Fengye couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene of facing monsters from all walks of life in the future.

"Are you scared?" Chen Qingyuan sarcastically said, "I can't bear this kind of situation, so what will I do to protect my niece and niece?"

"Don't use Miss Liu as a shield for everything."

Changsun Fengye gritted his teeth.

"I'm happy." Chen Qingyuan said with a smile: "Besides, you're only going to do this, so you can't blame me."

"If I accidentally fold it, you have to bear full responsibility."

Changsun Fengye gave Chen Qingyuan a vicious look.

"This will not happen, I believe in you." Chen Qingyuan patted Changsun Fengye on the shoulder with a look of trust.

"Get lost!" Changsun Fengye snorted softly, "Knowing you, I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes."

"Hey! I remember you said before that it's more comfortable to hang out with me, and you can make money lying down. Why has it changed now?"

Chen Qingyuan had to defend himself.

"I used to get spirit stones without doing anything, but now I have to fight desperately. Of course I'm not happy."

While expressing his dissatisfaction, Changsun Fengye put away all the kits that Chen Qingyuan handed over.

Complain a few words at most, what should be done still has to be done.

What's more, Changsun Fengye actually wants to fight against the top evildoers in the world, so he will be able to sharpen himself to the greatest extent.

In the next few months, Changsun Fengye went to every corner, specifically looking for traces of evildoers from all sides.

"Are you the Holy Son of the Thousand Dust Sect?"

On a turbulent river, Changsun Fengye saw the young man sitting cross-legged on the river and asked loudly.

Wearing a purple shirt, the young man slowly opened his eyes. He looked handsome and had an extraordinary temperament: "Yes."

Qianchen Sect, one of the 36 top sects in the Imperial State.

This young man is the Holy Son of Qianchen Sect, named Feng Chen.

"My eldest grandson Fengye, I'm here to invite you to fight!"

As he said that, Changsun Fengye threw a kit over.

Then, he turned and left without hesitation.

This is not a good place to start a war, Changsun Fengye had to leave before Feng Chen saw the letter of war.It's not that he's afraid of fighting, but it's a waste of money because he won't make any money in a fight here.

After a while, Feng Chen finished reading the words of war in the kit, his eyes were sharp, and the water under his feet became more and more turbulent, with hundreds of meters of huge waves turning up.

"There is a kind."

Feng Chen clenched the kit tightly, uttered two words, and looked at the direction of the ancient star Yanchang, his expression gradually turned cold.

A few days later, a thousand-foot-high mountain peak appeared.

Changsun Fengye stood on the top of the mountain, looking at a man in black at close range.

The man in black was eight feet tall, with dark skin and a stern expression.He comes from the Eighteen Veins of Western Xinjiang, and his name is Fu Dongliu.

"I've heard of your name, what are you doing here?"

Fu Dongliu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were empty, and his voice was cold.

"A battle."

Changsun Fengye threw out a kit and left immediately.

Open the kit, there is a letter of war inside.

With a somewhat curious attitude, Fu Dongliu read the content of the gauntlet.It's okay if you don't look at it, but you can't control your emotions when you look at it.

"Boom..."

The ground under his feet split open, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

Changsun Fengye has done a lot of similar things.

Although he knew that the act of issuing a gauntlet was very dangerous, he did it anyway.There is Chen Qingyuan's guidance in this, and it cannot be separated from himself.

Changsun Fengye's second personality is quietly changing the temperament of the main personality, eager to fight, and even hopes that someone of his peers can give him death.

Provoking evildoers of the same generation is both dangerous and exciting, and Changsun Fengye enjoys it.

"This is the last trip."

Today, Changsun Fengye came to a corner deep in the starry sky and saw a white warship floating slowly.

The warship is luxurious, and there is a plaque of "Erhua Palace".

The Lihua Palace, a power at the level of the hegemon of the Southern Region, is not weaker than any of the top sects in the Dizhou, and even half a chip stronger.

Because the Ewha Palace has absolute dominance over the Southern Region, with countless resources, it can cultivate many strong men.

"Below is Beihuang's eldest grandson Fengye, who is here to invite all the talents of the Ewha Palace to fight."

Changsun Fengye was worried that he would be trapped, so he hid in a distant place and spoke via voice transmission.

"So brave."

When the girls of Ewha Palace heard this voice, they were immediately angry.

Whoosh!

Changsun Fengye threw a kit out and slipped away without looking back.

The kit floated in the dark and cold starry sky, arousing the interest of all the talents in the Ewha Palace.

Someone made a tentative move and found that the kit had not been tampered with and was safe and without danger, so he opened it immediately.

After a while, a burst of scolding sounded on the warship, which lasted for a long time.

"Report this matter to Eldest Sister, and let her decide."

The girls didn't dare to make their own opinions, and told all the things to the Holy Queen Shutong who was retreating in the house.

Wang Shutong was just practicing simply, and before entering the house, he told all the disciples that if he encountered unsolvable troubles, he could report them at any time.

"Adjust the direction of the warship, the target is Yanchang ancient star."

Wang Shutong looked calm, pondered for a moment, and gave the order.

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Ewha Palace were instructed to move the warship with all their strength.