Tian Yuan

In a hidden corner of Dizhou, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and fairy mist is curling up.

A cliff, a waterfall.

There is a huge rock under the waterfall, and the water hits the rock, making a loud "crash".

A young man in purple was suspended in the void above the stone, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Her black hair was scattered behind her back, her skin was as fair as jade, her eyebrows were bushy, and her facial features were exquisite.

Wisps of pure aura wrapped around his body, and finally penetrated into the center of his brows and was refined by him.

"buzz"

This is an independent small world, where the void is distorted, and a blurry figure appears from it.

A will from the Kunlun Realm came here to wake up the purple-clothed youth who was practicing in seclusion: "Son, it's time for you to wake up."

The young man in purple heard the elder's voice, slowly stopped his practice, and opened his eyes.

hum-

A faint golden light burst out from the young man's eyes, full of charm.

Jiang Liubai, his name.

Any faction that does not belong to the 36 sects of the Dizhou is the direct disciple of a certain big shot in the Kunlun Realm.

He has been secretly cultivated, and outsiders have never known his identity, and even many Mahayana monks have never seen him.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Liubai grew up alone and rarely talked to his elders.Therefore, he developed a withdrawn personality, very similar to Wu Junyan's temperament.

This will is not Jiang Liubai's mentor, he didn't salute, and his attitude was very indifferent.

It's not that Jiang Liubai doesn't understand etiquette, but that he has the right to be proud.

In this regard, all the existences in the Kunlun world did not feel that there was anything wrong, it was very normal.

"Fight against your peers."

The vague figure spoke.

"is this necessary?"

It's not that Jiang Liubai looks down on the heroes of the world, it's that he is really strong.

Once, Jiang Liubai left this place and went to many prosperous lands in Dizhou to understand life and seek opportunities for breakthroughs.

During that time, Jiang Liubai met what the world called the top evildoer of the ancient sect, and he didn't think there was anything outstanding, and he could suppress it with just a gesture of his hand.

"Yes." The figure in the void nodded and said: "The matter is of great importance, only victory is not allowed."

"I see."

Jiang Liubai didn't ask who his opponent was, with a calm expression on his face.

There is only one day left until the final battle.

Baichenxing, everywhere in the starry sky.

A group of highly cultivated powers were discussing secretly, and they couldn't think of anyone else from the younger generation of Dizhou who could come forward.

When the monks heard the news about Chen Qingyuan, they didn't dare to underestimate it, they were very surprised.

"Shuangdan holy grade, proficient in many top supernatural powers, and also controls a silver spear of unknown origin."

"Since it was recorded in ancient books, you can count on one hand the evildoers who have the foundation of Shuangdan Saint Grade. Chen Qingyuan, although his cultivation base is relatively weak, his real combat power is definitely at the top of his generation."

"Xijiang No.1 was defeated by him and almost lost his life."

"No matter how strong Chen Qingyuan is, he is definitely not as good as Dongtu Buddha."

"The Feast of Hundred Meridians in this era is far better than before."

This is the real prosperous world, where all pulses compete.

All the monks were looking forward to the coming of this battle, their palms were sweating, and they were quite nervous.

The younger generation often looked at Chen Qingyuan with complicated thoughts.

Especially people from the Eighteen Veins of Western Xinjiang.

"Dong Liu, is this kid very strong?"

The elders in Xijiang asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Fu Dongliu nodded and said, "Very strong."

"No one can guarantee undefeated life, you don't have any knots. The future is still very long, and you have plenty of opportunities to defeat your former opponents."

The elders were afraid that Fu Dongliu would have a demon, so they patiently persuaded him.

"I see."

Fu Dongliu kept looking in Chen Qingyuan's direction with a solemn expression.

Involuntarily, Fu Dongliu remembered the day when he fought Chen Qingyuan.He can be sure that Chen Qingyuan must still have his hole cards hidden and has not displayed all his skills.

"Today, can you see him shooting with all his strength?"

Fu Dongliu pursed his lips tightly and said secretly.

The next day, it was time for the appointment.

Chen Qingyuan stopped meditating, stood up and stood up, his eyes were bright, and he was ready to fight with all his strength.

"If you are not capable of fighting, it's okay to admit defeat. The most important thing is to save your own life."

Dugu Changkong said earnestly.

"Well, the junior knows."

Chen Qingyuan saluted.

On the side, Yu Chenran's face was heavy.

In the past few days, Yu Chenran has been secretly calculating that it is a bad omen.

"It's no big deal to bow your head if you can't win. We will slowly find our way back when our cultivation level improves in the future."

Yu Chenran warned with a worried expression.

"Yes."

With Chen Qingyuan's temperament, of course he would not do stupid things.

If you really want to do it, you can bow your head and admit defeat without losing a piece of meat.As long as he did his best, Chen Qingyuan's Dao Heart would not be greatly affected.

"Go!" Yu Chenran stepped forward, patted Chen Qingyuan's shoulder, with high hopes.

He bowed to his master and headed towards the barrier on the battlefield.

Walking slowly, long hair fluttering.

Countless eyes came together, Chen Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged, his mind was as calm as water.

"Brother, you must return safely."

On the warship of the Song family of the ancient clan, Song Ningyan held her hands tightly, with deep worry in her eyes, and whispered to herself.

"Old Chen, this guy should be fine!"

In the area of ​​Misty Holy Land, Changsun Fengye knew he couldn't help, so he could only pray silently in his heart.

"Who will the Emperor State send to come forward?"

The game between the top powerhouses gives young people the opportunity to perform and fight for the interests of their respective camps. This avoids the occurrence of top wars and solves the problem.

"I am afraid that the holy sons of various sects are not Chen Qingyuan's opponent."

The monstrous figures in the 36 sects of Dizhou have all seen Chen Qingyuan's power with their own eyes, and they know that they are not as good as they are.

When Chen Qingyuan walked to the position of the battlefield, the huge vortex in the depths of the starry sky changed and began to rotate, and the laws flowed thousands of streams, containing mysterious meanings.

A young man in a purple brocade suit came out of the vortex. He was nine feet tall and handsome.

"Who is he?"

Thousands of eyes fell on the young man in purple, and they all showed suspicion.

"Never seen."

The high-level officials of various forces communicated with each other, and no one knew the origin of the young man in purple.

"His body seems to be covered by a layer of mist. It's really strange that I can't see through his cultivation level with my ability."

A certain Mahayana monk observed carefully, frowning in surprise.

"He was entrusted with an important task by a top power, and he is definitely not an ordinary person."

Facing the eyes of monks from all walks of life, Jiang Liubai's expression remained unchanged and calm.

That person is my opponent.

Jiang Liubai's gaze swept away and settled on Chen Qingyuan with a calm expression.

The cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage?

You specially asked me to fight against a Nascent Soul Realm guy, are you serious?

The first thought that came to Jiang Liubai's mind was to doubt, and a trace of contempt flashed deep in his eyes.