Tian Yuan

Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu looked at each other for a long time, then slowly opened their mouths, with a low voice: "Maybe!"

Hearing this, Fu Dongliu's eyes changed slightly, and he stopped speaking.

Very few people think that Chen Qingyuan is putting on an act, but they dare not show it.Because, Chen Qingyuan has already proved himself with strength and is qualified to pretend.

Fu Dongliu, who had a battle with Chen Qingyuan, vaguely understood the meaning of Chen Qingyuan's words, and probably still had some reservations.

In other words, even though Fu Dongliu was defeated, he didn't force Chen Qingyuan with all his strength.

"I have always said that my peers are invincible, but I can also be said to be invincible." Fu Dongliu pondered for a long time, his eyes were particularly complicated, his body was hunched, and his face was full of vicissitudes, like an old man in his twilight years: "When I met you, I didn't know what happened before. how ridiculous I am."

"Don't say that, boss."

Even though Fu Dongliu was defeated, all the geniuses in Xijiang still respected Fu Dongliu very much, with a sad face and very worried.

"If you lose, you lose. You don't have to make excuses for yourself."

Fu Dongliu shook his head and laughed at himself.

Everyone in Xijiang looked at Fu Dongliu, who was seriously injured, with low eyebrows and no expression in their eyes.This appearance is like the belief in my heart suddenly collapsed, my mind went blank, and I was at a loss.

"Let's go!"

Fu Dongliu said in a low voice.

Everyone came back to their senses, carefully helped Fu Dongliu leave here, and went to a safe place to heal his injuries.

This World War I damaged the foundation of Fu Dongliu, and it may take a long time to repair.That is to say, for the remaining period of the Hundred Meridians Feast, Fu Dongliu could only retreat and recuperate, missing many opportunities.

The result of this battle had a great impact on Xijiang.

From now on, the Tianjiao of the Eighteen Meridians of Western Xinjiang dare not be as proud as before, and the morale of the army is unstable.

After Fu Dongliu and others left, only Chen Qingyuan was left standing in the starry sky.

Surrounded by a broken space, countless pieces of gravel are floating according to a strange trajectory, thousands of black holes are absorbing the aftermath of the battlefield, setting off waves of frenzied storms, blowing Chen Qingyuan's blood-stained clothes into chaos and dark hair.

There are tens of thousands of elites from all walks of life in Yanchang Ancient Star, all of them are staring at Chen Qingyuan, with dull expressions, eyes full of surprise and a trace of fear.

Until this moment, everyone really accepted the result of the battle.

"Gollum—"

Someone kept swallowing, trying to suppress the shock in their hearts.

"Chen Qingyuan, unexpectedly... actually won."

Someone's eyes widened and they trembled softly. The process of the battle was vivid and unbelievable.

"Fu Dongliu lost to him, how is this possible?"

Some evildoers in Dizhou trembled, with weird expressions, and emotions such as panic, shock, self-doubt, fear, and unwillingness to believe. It was like a pot of mishmash, extremely complicated.

The reason why these evildoers reacted more than ordinary Tianjiao was because they had all been defeated by Fu Dongliu before, and they knew how terrifying Fu Dongliu's strength was.

Now, Fu Dongliu lost to Chen Qingyuan, who only had the late Nascent Soul, which meant that Chen Qingyuan could also crush many monsters present.

You must know that anyone who can participate in the Feast of Hundred Meridians is not one in a million arrogance, who has a very high reputation in their respective boundaries, is doted on by the elders, and admired by the younger generations.

Especially the holy sons and others of the various sects in the imperial state, they have been screened heavily to be able to sit in this position, their talents are so high, needless to say.

However, they found that there was a person whose talent and strength were far above their own.What's even more outrageous is that this person's cultivation is far inferior to his own, and the frustration in his heart is beyond words.

"Beihuang, is it possible that a top existence is about to emerge?"

The Tianjiao figures in Southern Region, Dizhou, Northern Wilderness, and Western Xinjiang have engraved Chen Qingyuan's figure deep in their minds, and today's battle will never be forgotten.

Taking No. 1 in Western Xinjiang as a stepping stone, the saint sons and saintesses of the 36 sects of the Dizhou couldn't do it, and Wang Shutong of the Ewha Palace in the Southern Region was also not very sure.

It is no exaggeration to say that Fu Dongliu is the top one among his peers.

The world is big, and outstanding people come forth in large numbers.Perhaps in some nooks and corners, there are hidden monsters who are not weaker than Fu Dongliu.

"After this battle, his name will resound throughout the five states and ten thousand domains, becoming a legend."

It's not that Fu Dongliu is too weak, but that Chen Qingyuan is too perverted.

"Without that silver gun, Chen Qingyuan may not be able to beat Fu Dongliu."

With the blessing of the silver gun, Chen Qingyuan didn't reveal all his hole cards.If you haven't cultivated to a certain level, playing all your cards will only get you into endless troubles, which is not a good thing.

"It's his ability to obtain this extraordinary silver spear. Since ancient times, divine soldiers choose their masters. If they themselves are as useless as firewood, there will be no spirit treasure divine soldiers willing to accompany them."

Listening to some remarks about using the power of weapons, Wang Shutong glanced at the audience. Although his voice was not loud, it was chilling, which made those monks who did not want to admit that Chen Qingyuan was too powerful speechless.

"In my memory, no one in my generation can compare with it."

A certain evildoer in Dizhou rolled his throat and said sincerely.

Chen Qingyuan refined some spirit stones, moved freely, and returned to the ancient star of Yanchang.

Falling into this void, pairs of awe-inspiring gazes followed.

Chen Qingyuan didn't care about this, and walked straight to Daochen Buddha's side, and said softly: "I need to rest for a while, please trouble Buddha to protect me."

"En." Daochen Buddha nodded lightly, the plain cassock couldn't hide his supreme Buddha light at all.

Afterwards, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, placed heavy restraints around him, and began to heal his wounds.

With Daochen Buddha's son in charge, no one would dare to take the opportunity to deal with Chen Qingyuan.

Just now, more than a dozen arrogances in Western Xinjiang wanted to run to the starry sky, but they were slapped down by Buddha.With this move alone, one can see how powerful the Buddha is.

"There are not many people like him in the world."

Most women in the world admire the strong, especially the personable.Many beautiful women in long skirts looked in Chen Qingyuan's direction, their cheeks were slightly flushed, their eyes were starry, and their red lips were like fire.

"If you can become a Taoist couple with Chen Qingyuan, it must be an excellent choice."

It's not just ordinary women who think this way, even some saintesses have such thoughts.

Of course, the matter of Taoist companions is no small matter. Apart from strength and handsomeness, character is also the most critical factor.

"We'll see if we can get in touch with him more in the future and understand his true personality."

Some saintesses in Dizhou thought so, and quickly looked away, for fear that someone would find out their thoughts and make others laugh.

The battle came to an end, and the news spread to every corner of the ancient world.

The name of Chen Qingyuan from the Northern Wilderness shocked everyone of his generation in a very short period of time, setting off quite a wave. The discussions were all related to Chen Qingyuan, and it was extremely lively.