The leader of Wudaoya's team is named Zhang Ping. He is wearing a dark brocade robe, with a stern face and a low voice: "Please give Wudaoya some face and don't interfere for the time being."
"Face?" Changsun Qian sneered: "That's bullshit."
"presumptuous!"
Zhang Ping was angry. This sentence was undoubtedly an insult to Wudaoya, and he scolded with a livid face.
"I want to see who dares to stop me."
With that said, Changsun Qian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and carried the giant ax to kill everyone in Wudao Cliff.
boom--
A big war is about to break out, attracting countless talented people of the same generation to watch.
Changsun Qian holds the giant ax in both hands without any sense of disobedience.
She tried her best to break the foundation of the formation and rescue Wu Junyan.
However, after all, Changsun Qian did not have the strength to stand at the top of her peers, so it was difficult for her to do so.
Wudaoya only sent three people and trapped Changsun Qian, making it impossible for her to get close to the formation base.
Probably because they were worried about Changsun Fengye standing aside, the talented people in Wudao Cliff did not dare to be cruel to Changsun Qian. They just used various methods to entangle him and deliberately delay time.
"ah!"
Changsun Qian shouted loudly and hit a genius with a huge ax.
This genius was already on guard, holding a shield in both hands and catching the axe.
After a stalemate like this for a while, a strong pressure came from the west.
The person who came was wearing a dark purple robe, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, his long hair tied up in a crown, and his appearance was heroic.
He is the Holy Son of Zhaixing Tower, named Wan Ling.
"finally come!"
Everyone in Wudaoya can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Son!"
The seriously injured disciples of Zhaixing Tower showed joy when they saw the backbone.
"A bunch of trash."
Wan Ling looked down at his fellow disciples and cursed coldly.
Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.
Everyone in Wudaoya waited until they reached the Holy Son of Zhaixing Tower. There was no need to continue to intervene. They immediately repelled Changsun Qian, and then withdrew the blockade formation and retreated to a safe place.
"The next matter will be handled by your sect on your own."
Zhang Ping walked up to Wan Ling, raised his hands and said.
"Thank you." Wan Ling nodded slightly, with a stern look on his face, showing no emotion or joy.
Afterwards, only Wu Junyan and the people from Zhaixinglou were left in this area.
The rest of the geniuses were watching the show from far away, for fear of being affected.
Wu Junyan stopped adjusting his breathing to recover from his injuries, and slowly stood in the void. There were still a few very obvious traces of blood on his clothes.
"Take her out of here, this matter has nothing to do with her."
Wu Junyan turned to the eldest son Fengye and said.
"If you ask me for help, I will take action."
Changsun Fengye said.
In this regard, Wu Junyan remained silent and did not ask for help.
The relationship between the two is not that good yet, and Wu Junyan is not a person willing to bow his head.
Some things have to be faced by oneself.
"Sister, let's go." Changsun Fengye stepped in front of Changsun Qian and said, "He said he doesn't need our help."
"I do not go!"
Changsun Qian has a stubborn temper.
"You and he are not the same person."
Changsun Fengye said.
"If I fall in love with him, I won't regret it. If I leave today, I won't be at ease for the rest of my life."
No matter what, Changsun Qian refused to leave no matter what.
"Alas!" The eldest son, Fengye, sighed softly, feeling really helpless towards his sister.
If Wu Junyan really became his brother-in-law, eldest son Fengye would solve these troubles without saying a word. However, the two of them were just acquaintances at best. They both had arrogance and special acting styles, and there was not enough reason to take action.
"I'm used to being alone. I don't need your help. Leave."
Wu Junyan looked at Changsun Qian with a firm attitude.
"I won't leave." Changsun Qian was also outspoken and refused to leave.
The Holy Son of Zhai Xing Tower who was standing high up couldn't stand it anymore. He stood with his hands behind his hands and said in a cold voice: "I don't have time to watch you flirting. You killed my disciple of Zhai Xing Tower. This debt cannot be taken easily."
Erase. If you don’t want to die, then follow my arrangements. First, hand over what you have in your hands; second, kneel down and apologize."
"Ah."
Hearing this, Wu Junyan smiled, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
It was obvious that the people from Zhaixinglou wanted to kill people and get goods, which led to this ending. It was ridiculous that they still held Wu Junyan accountable.
However, there are so many ridiculous things in this world that it is not surprising.
In the world, only fists are the truth.
Zhaixinglou is one of the thirty-six top sects in the empire, and the current Saint Son is also a very powerful monster. His own strength is top-notch, so he is naturally arrogant.
"If you want to fight, then fight, don't talk nonsense."
Wu Junyan held a three-foot sword in his hand, completely ignoring his own injuries and planning to fight again.
"I don't want to fight with an injured person. If word spreads that I bully you." Wan Ling had a cold expression on his face and his voice was a bit chilly: "The request I just mentioned is your best choice."
"You self-righteous guy, who are you?"
Before Wu Junyan could speak sarcastically, Chen Qingyuan, who came quickly, appeared and said loudly.
In order to arrive as soon as possible, Chen Qingyuan did not take a moment to rest on the road.
Fortunately, there was no trouble and we arrived in time.
"I am the Holy Son of Zhaixinglou, who are you?"
Wan Ling looked at Chen Qingyuan who suddenly appeared, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the temperature of his body suddenly dropped, as if several pieces of ice had condensed.
"Beihuang, Chen Qingyuan." As he spoke, he pointed at the injured Wu Junyan: "He is my brother."
In the whole world, only Chen Qingyuan can make Wu Junyan truly trust him.
Although Chen Qingyuan broke several promises, Wu Junyan still believed in him. This feeling of trust cannot be described in words, it is like an invisible bond between the two.
"so what?"
Chen Qingyuan, who is it? Never heard of it.
Wan Ling has a very high vision and never takes the initiative to investigate the geniuses of other areas except Dizhou. Therefore, he does not know the slightest bit about Chen Qingyuan.
"If you touch him, you are touching me." Chen Qingyuan's body exuded suffocating pressure, and his voice seemed to come from the Jiuyou Underworld, with a few wisps of biting chill: "Even if you are the Saint of Zhaixing Tower,
Son, don’t even think about leaving here alive. If you don’t believe it, you can try it.”
Wow——
The onlookers were in an uproar. Seeing someone dare to threaten the Holy Son of Zhaixinglou in person, it was difficult for them to keep calm.
When Wu Junyan heard these words, he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.
However, Wu Junyan still wanted to handle it alone and did not want to drag Chen Qingyuan into the whirlpool: "Brother Chen, you..."
"Shut up, don't say any polite words to me."
Chen Qingyuan knew Wu Junyan's character too well and interrupted him before he could finish speaking.
At this moment, the atmosphere of the scene was a little dull, and a war could break out at any time.