Tian Yuan

Every inch of the void in Yanchang ancient star seemed to be covered with a layer of gloomy mist, which spread to the depths of everyone's heart.

The war is approaching, and no one can maintain absolute calm, there are waves in the heart, and everyone has their own thoughts.

At the foot of a barren mountain, Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha sat on wooden chairs, drinking tea and talking.

"Old Chen, I don't know if he can stand it."

Changsun Fengye was very worried, his brows were furrowed, and his mood could not be relieved.

"Since Benefactor Chen dares to fight, he has his own plans, so don't worry too much."

Daochen Buddha trusted Chen Qingyuan very much, with a calm expression on his face.

Taking ten thousand steps back, Chen Qingyuan is really about to lose, and his life is about to be threatened. Buddha will take action and carry all difficulties on his shoulders.

The Buddha's participation in the Feast of Hundred Meridians has only one purpose, not to compete for good fortune, but to protect Chen Qingyuan.At critical moments, you can sacrifice your life for it.

Until now, although the Buddha didn't know the meaning of the order issued by the abbot, he would not doubt the decision made by the abbot and obeyed it unconditionally.

"Fu Dongliu is not a simple person, can you not worry?"

Changsun Fengye raised his head and glanced at Fu Dongliu who was standing on a high place, and felt a powerful force, and his soul couldn't help trembling a few times.

The momentum of No.1 in Xijiang is indeed impressive.

Even though Changsun Fengye is known as the head of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness, there is not much confidence that he can draw with him.As for winning, the chances of that are slim to none.

"The tea is getting cold."

Of all the people present, it is estimated that only Daochen Buddha was relatively calm.Sip the tea and wait for the end of the feast of the hundred veins.

Re-brew the tea and continue to taste.

Fozi didn't worry much about Chen Qingyuan, he kept thinking about the relationship between the abbot and the Holy Master of the Ewha Palace, and wanted to find out the specifics of this cause and effect.

According to what Wang Shutong said, the abbot was a heartless person who kept his promises, and made Holy Master Pear Blossom wait for many years, and in the end he didn't even see each other.

"Ugh......"

The more he thought about it, the more troubled he became, the Buddha couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"what happened?"

Changsun Fengye saw that the Buddha was troubled and asked softly.

"fine."

Fozi shook his head, unwilling to speak out.

That being the case, Changsun Fengye didn't ask any more questions, and looked into the distance with a heavy heart.

Day after day passed, and the day of the appointment was getting closer and closer.

In the secret room, Chen Qingyuan originally wanted to break through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop, but unfortunately, the energy required by the body is too much, and the time is no longer enough.

"Forget it, let's stop here!"

Chen Qingyuan had to stop his cultivation, his body no longer absorbed the power of the spirit stone.

After receiving all the surrounding spirit stones into the Sumeru ring, Chen Qingyuan did not get up and continued to meditate.

With a few months left, he wanted to stabilize the huge spiritual power in his body, so as not to leave any hidden dangers in his body.

Palaces and watchtowers appeared in many places of Yanchang Ancient Star.

The halls have their own characteristics, resplendent and majestic.

The watchtower is transformed from Lingbao, which is extremely hard and about a hundred feet high.

In order to better watch the battle, the arrogance from all walks of life made preparations early and waited for that day to come.

Rows of jade chairs stood in the void, and the monsters of the top sects of the Empire State sat side by side, and behind them were the arrogances of each sect. The scene was particularly spectacular.

From left to right, they are Shen Yuan from Shangling Temple, Wan Ling from Zaixinglou, Li Shangqing from Penglai Villa, Jiang Xun from Dongli Sword Sect, Ye Xuan from Wudaoya, etc.

More than half of the monsters in Dizhou have arrived, and they don't want to miss this battle.

"Feng Chen, I heard that you went to Xijiang 200 years ago and were beaten up by Fu Dongliu. Is this true or false?"

Although Su Xingyun from Penglai Mountain Villa is not the holy son of the sect, his strength can definitely be at the top, sitting in the first row with all the monsters.

If it weren't for Su Xingyun being a lunatic with no rules, he would definitely be able to secure the position of the Holy Son of Penglai Villa.

"Humph!"

Feng Chen of Qianchen Sect glanced at Su Xingyun, and snorted coldly.

This bastard, which pot can't be opened and which pot can be lifted.

If it weren't for the lack of confidence in defeating Su Xingyun, Feng Chen would have made a move long ago, so how could he ignore it.

"Honestly speaking, Fu Dongliu is indeed a pervert, and many people here are no match for him."

Su Xingyun was wearing a plain cloth, with one foot on the stool, sitting obliquely, with a charming smile.

"Can you beat Fu Dongliu?"

Someone disliked Su Xingyun's character, so he said something.

"I haven't fought, I don't know." Su Xingyun replied honestly: "When my condition is better, I will definitely compete with him."

"..."

The crowd was speechless.

Are you in a waiting state?

Obviously wanting to become crazier.

Su Xingyun is a strange person, in a good mood, he can refrain from killing for several years, anyone can bully him, but he also treats each other with a smile, loves to do good deeds, helps the poor people, just like a living Buddha.

When he was in a bad mood, the wild dogs sleeping on the roadside would have to be slapped a few times, not to mention the people who angered him.

There is another one, that is the state of madness.

If it is in this state, its strength will increase a lot, and it will be almost invincible in the same realm.

At that time, Li Shangqing, the son of Penglai, accidentally provoked Su Xingyun who was in a state of madness. He was hunted down for a long time, and several bones were broken.

Every time I think about it, the Son of Penglai is terrified and doesn't want to go through it again.

This is a disease that needs to be cured!

Everyone chose to shut up, unwilling to discuss with Su Xingyun any more.

They have all heard of Su Xingyun's deeds, and they know that Su Xingyun is a complete lunatic, and it is more appropriate to stay far away to avoid injury.

For some unknown reason, since Su Xingyun participated in the Hundred Meridians Feast, she has not found that optimal state.

"It must be because I didn't sleep well."

Su Xingyun glanced at the evildoers sitting nearby, and had identified a few targets, and they would definitely beat them up.

Time passed, and finally came the day of the appointment.

Everyone glanced around, but did not find Chen Qingyuan's figure.

The Tianjiao of the Eighteen Meridians of Western Xinjiang have been waiting for these days, and they have long been impatient.

The date of the appointment is over, but Chen Qingyuan still hasn't been seen, very few people can't help complaining: "Chen Qingyuan won't be afraid!"

"Ten years is enough for him to find a place to hide."

Some even started to orchestrate maliciously.

"Chen Qingyuan is the arrogance of the world, so he wouldn't do such a thing. Let's wait a little longer, don't be in a hurry."

As long as today hasn't passed, Chen Qingyuan doesn't count as a missed appointment.

Those Tianjiao in Xijiang made those remarks, obviously harboring a bit of malice towards Chen Qingyuan.

In the east of Yanchang ancient star, a wave of breath came.

The monks sensed it and immediately looked sideways.

Chen Qingyuan showed up, as promised.