Chapter 192 If there is nothing to talk about, then fight
The brother whom Chen Qingyuan recognized must be protected with all his strength.
Back then, Han Shan was oppressed by the Four Holy Sect. After Chen Qingyuan found out, he rushed over without any hesitation and took Han Shan away safely.
Now that Wu Junyan is in trouble, Chen Qingyuan certainly cannot sit idly by and ignore it.
Even if Wu Junyan finally solves the problem alone, he will definitely have to pay an unimaginable price.
It would be fine if Chen Qingyuan didn't know about it. Now that he heard the news, he would definitely come forward to help.
"Madman, do you just watch Old Wu being bullied? Don't you know how to help?"
Chen Qingyuan turned around and glanced at Changsun Fengye.
"Brother Wu said he doesn't need my help."
Changsun Fengye replied.
"He is a fool. There is no need to listen to what he says. You are also really bad at using your brain. Even if you two don't have a good relationship at the moment, you are both from the Northern Wilderness. How can you be bullied by outsiders."
Because Chen Qingyuan regards both of them as very good friends, he also hopes that they can get along well with each other.
"I..." Changsun Fengye had a somewhat aggrieved look on his face, but he hesitated to speak.
I'm not really cold-blooded. I will never refuse Wu Junyan if he asks for help. However, Wu Junyan's mouth is too tough. What can I do?
Changsun Fengye simply remained silent and waited to see how the situation would develop.
"He killed my people in the Star Reaching Tower, and he must pay the price."
Since Chen Qingyuan had Daochen Buddha standing next to him, Wan Ling was very afraid and did not dare to act rashly for the time being.
Wan Ling can ignore Chen Qingyuan, but he cannot underestimate Daochen Buddha.
"That's why you, the people in Zhaixinglou, deserve to die." Chen Qingyuan's momentum remained strong and he raised his voice: "As far as I know, Zhaixinglou wanted to rob Wu Junyan of his opportunity, thus causing a fatal disaster. He deserves this end."
"No matter what you say, he can't leave unharmed."
Wan Ling waved his hand, and hundreds of young people wearing the same clothes appeared around him, all of whom were true disciples of Zhaixinglou.
This matter caused quite a fuss, and all the disciples from Zhaixing Tower who got the news rushed over as quickly as possible. For the sake of the dignity of the sect, and also for the ancient scriptures in Wu Junyan's hands.
"If there's no need to talk, then fight." Chen Qingyuan is not scared. Although he has rarely taken action in recent years, it does not mean that he is not bloody.
Qiang——
The sword was unsheathed, Chen Qingyuan held the Yulan Sword, the corner of his clothes swayed slightly, and he was imposing.
If I didn't take action before, it was because I didn't want to.
After all, if a problem can be solved with words, there is no point in doing it and it will only increase worries.
Now, Chen Qingyuan is too lazy to say anything. If he wants to fight, he will fight. Who is afraid of whom?
"How can a mere hundred people stop us?"
Chen Qingyuan glanced around, and the sharp edge of the sword in his hand made many people feel timid.
"Amitabha."
Daochen Buddha took a step forward, his intention was clear.
The old monk said in advance that no matter what happens, Buddhism will always be on Chen Qingyuan's side. As a Buddhist from the East, he must naturally uphold the will of Buddhism without questioning it.
"Count me in!"
In this case, Changsun Fengye could no longer pretend to be nonchalant. He sighed softly and accepted Wu Junyan's bad temper.
Will you die if you lower your head and ask for help?
Changsun Fengye cursed in his heart, closed the folding fan in his hand, and held it tightly.
Seeing Chen Qingyuan and others showing no timidity, everyone in Zhaixinglou felt somewhat uneasy.
If we really want to start a war, we will definitely fight to the death.
By then, some of the disciples in the Star-Zhaing Tower will definitely perish.
No one wants to be the unlucky guy and feels scared.
The feast of the Hundred Meridians has just begun. If he dies like this, he will leave endless regrets.
"war!"
Seeing that everyone in Zhaixinglou refused to give in, Chen Qingyuan no longer hesitated and stabbed Wan Ling with his sword.
Wan Ling's pupils contracted rapidly, and his body subconsciously moved backward.
Immediately afterwards, Wan Ling's hands showed a round posture, catching the sword light that was stabbing him.
"Bang!"
After a few breaths, Wan Ling shattered Chen Qingyuan's sword intent. At the same time, he ducked to a high place, keeping a distance from Chen Qingyuan.
"If you can fight me for five hundred rounds, this matter will be revealed. If not, none of you can interfere with Wu Junyan and Zhaixing Tower."
Although Wan Ling seemed indifferent, he was still worried about the safety of his fellow disciples.
Once a war breaks out, Wan Ling has the power to protect himself, but ordinary geniuses do not have this strength. Whether it is Daochen Buddha or the eldest grandson Fengye, they are not good people and must be considered.
"Can."
Chen Qingyuan muttered.
This method can minimize casualties and is beneficial to both parties.
If a fight really breaks out, Wu Junyan will forcefully use his spiritual power. If he is injured again, his foundation will most likely be damaged. This kind of price is irreparable.
Neither Wan Ling nor Chen Qingyuan thought they would lose.
What the outcome will be depends on each individual's abilities.
"Except for the group of top monsters at the same level, no one can fight the Holy Son for 500 rounds."
"The unknown people in the Northern Wilderness are definitely no match for the Holy Son."
"With the power of the Holy Son, he will be able to suppress his peers and spread his authority in all directions."
The geniuses of Zhaixing Tower were very confident in Wan Ling, clenched their fists and said secretly.
A huge area was vacated in the center here, which became a battlefield for the two sides to fight.
Wan Ling waved his left hand, and a weapon similar to a copper coin appeared in his palm.
What is this?
Wan Ling's natal treasure, the seven-pattern copper coin.
There are a total of seven Dao patterns engraved on it, which carry the power of Dao charm of the ancestors of Zhaixing Tower and are extremely powerful.
With a crisp sound of "ding", Wan Ling threw the seven-grain copper coin into the air with a snap of his fingers.
The next moment, the seven-pattern copper coin quickly grew in size and floated above Wan Ling's head. Countless rays of brilliant colors fell from the edge of the copper coin, like a sky curtain, which was eye-catching.
"go!"
Then, Wan Zero Yi palm shot out.
The seven-pattern copper coin headed towards Chen Qingyuan.
At this moment, both of them showed fluctuations in their respective cultivation levels.
Wan Ling is a holy son of a sect, so he is naturally a monk in the transformation stage.
As for Chen Qingyuan, he looks very bleak, only at the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Ever since Chen Qingyuan created the foundation of the Three Pill Holy Products, it would take a long time and countless spiritual power to break through to a small realm.
boom!
Chen Qingyuan slashed out his sword, and the sword light fell on the seven-grain copper coin, leaving no trace.
Whoosh!
At the critical moment, Chen Qingyuan ducked and avoided Wan Ling's attack.
Afterwards, Chen Qingyuan swung his sword several times, splitting the void, but failed to repel the seven-stripe copper coin.
"Holy Son of Zhaixinglou, I want to see how capable you are."
After testing these swords, Chen Qingyuan no longer hid his clumsiness, and temporarily entered a half-step swordless state. The power of the sword he swung was much stronger than before.