Chapter 212 The Weird Ice Valley, Prepare to Make Big Tickets
There is a dark mass at the bottom of an iceberg on the left.
Driven by curiosity, Chen Qingyuan walked over cautiously.
At a closer look, the dark object seemed to be a coffin, sealed at the bottom of the iceberg, separated by hundreds of meters of ice.
When Chen Qingyuan was about to look away, his eyes fell on another corner and saw an even more shocking scene.
Under the thick and cold glacier, there is a corpse stained with blood, with a ferocious face and wide eyes.
Pupils shrink, soul suffocates.
Thousands of corpses were crushed under the glacier.
All kinds of severed limbs and arms, weapons and treasures.
This was an extremely brutal battle, with more than tens of thousands of casualties. Judging from Chen Qingyuan's eyesight, these corpses were not ordinary people during their lifetime, and at worst they had the cultivation level to survive the tribulation period.
Chen Qingyuan dared to make a conclusion because of the high-quality holy soldiers and the residual power that filled the ice valley.
Standing at the entrance of the Ice Valley, Chen Qingyuan's throat rolled up, his face full of shock, and his heart filled with anxiety.
"Where is this place?" Chen Qingyuan looked down at the bones under the ice valley and muttered to himself: "Is it a cemetery? Or a former battlefield?"
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Chen Qingyuan calmed down the emotional fluctuations in his heart.
Although I was curious, I decided to stay away from this place due to safety concerns.
There is a weird smell everywhere here, which makes people reluctant to stay for a long time.
After leaving, Chen Qingyuan no longer thought wildly, but thought about getting more resources and fortune.
The battle for the Hundred Meridians Feast is getting more and more intense.
Even if Chen Qingyuan didn't deliberately inquire, he could still learn the latest situation.
"Due to a treasure, there was a conflict between Penglai Villa and Wudaoya. During the battle, Penglai Holy Son Li Shangqing was plotted against, and he was seriously injured and fled."
"A few days later, Su Xingyun, the lunatic from Penglai Villa, found traces of Wudaoya, killed seventeen people by himself, and defeated Wudaoya's saint Ye Xuan by half a move, and left calmly."
"Su Xingyun killed more than ten people in Wudaoya and said harsh words. Only he can bully the Holy Son of Penglai, and no one else can."
The Holy Son of Penglai didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he learned about this incident.
There is joy and sadness in my heart.
I am happy that the treasure fell into the hands of Penglai Villa and I have regained my face. I am sad that I may not be able to surpass Su Xingyun in this life. This position of the Holy Son is really not easy to sit on!
"Chang Ziqiu, one of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness, is extremely powerful. He was undefeated in a battle with the Holy Son of Tianfu Villa."
"The Holy Queen Shutong of the Lihua Palace fought against the Holy Son Wan Ling of the Star-Zhaing Tower. After thousands of rounds, Wan Ling was outnumbered and defeated..."
"In the Ancient Star of Diyan, the eldest grandson Fengye of Beihuang has a conflict with Lu Nanxian of Confucianism, and a war is likely to break out."
A lot of news reached Chen Qingyuan's ears, which shocked his heart.
Hearing the news about Changsun Fengye means that he has left the illusion of the fragments of the imperial army.
More than ten days later, Chen Qingyuan appeared in Diyan Ancient Star, dressed up in disguise, and spent some spirit stones to find out the latest situation from others.
Changsun Fengye and Lu Nanxian have already finished their fight, and it is said that it ended in a draw, with neither side using their full strength.
"Madman, Buddha."
In a place surrounded by mountains, Chen Qingyuan saw the eldest grandson Fengye sitting under a big tree, drinking tea and chatting with Daochen Buddha.
The two of them also sensed Chen Qingyuan's aura fluctuations at the same time, and slowly stood up with happy faces.
The scene changed, and the three of them were sitting around a stone table, drinking tea and talking.
"Where have you been during this time?"
Changsun Fengye asked first.
"Walked around a bit."
Chen Qingyuan did not reveal what he had done. If one more person knew about it, it would be more dangerous.
It's safest to keep this kind of thing in your stomach.
"Are you a person who can live with leisure?"
Changsun Fengye didn't believe this answer at all, and squinted his eyes slightly with a strange look in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
Chen Qingyuan looked calm.
After a conversation, Chen Qingyuan learned a lot.
Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha were expelled from the space of the fragments of the imperial army at almost the same moment, so they traveled together.
The situation of the two of them was the same as that of Chen Qingyuan. They both walked to the secret room in the fantasy realm and were dismissed with the words "no chance".
"Where is my junior sister? Have you seen it?"
Chen Qingyuan was still somewhat worried about Song Ningyan's safety and asked.
"No, maybe they came out before us."
Changsun Fengye shook his head and said.
"With Donor Song's ability, I don't think there will be any danger."
Daochen Buddha said.
"Now that we're reunited, do you want to do something big?"
After drinking a few cups of tea, Chen Qingyuan could no longer hold himself back.
"What?"
Changsun Fengye had an ominous premonition that something bad would happen.
"Challenge the geniuses from all walks of life, and bet on the luck of Qinglian."
The previous methods can no longer be used. After all, you are not acting alone, and your true identity can easily be exposed, which will cause huge trouble.
Invite all the heroes in the world to fight, and the winner will get the Qinglian Qinglian, and the loser will have no excuse to make trouble.
"This won't work!" Changsun Fengye frowned and said, "Others are not stupid, why do they want to have a bet with us?"
"I will arrange the gambling battle, but I will not interfere in the fight." Chen Qingyuan was too lazy to take action and began to talk about his plans: "Brother Zhangsun and Fozi went to war, and I was responsible for various chores. The results of the war, we
How about dividing it into three equal parts?"
"You're not going to fight?"
Changsun Fengye heard the implication and asked.
"I don't like fighting and killing, and I'm just a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, so I don't have that ability."
Chen Qingyuan is self-deprecating.
"That's not possible. You just sit back and enjoy the benefits, while Buddha and I have to pay so much. It's not fair."
Changsun Fengye refused to do it and refused directly.
"Madman, you don't understand my painstaking efforts!" Chen Qingyuan said with a serious look on his face, slapping the table: "The Feast of Hundred Meridians is a battle between peers. To hone oneself, increase combat experience, and have a certain influence on the future path of cultivation.
The benefits are unlimited. I am giving you the opportunity, and I will also be responsible for all the trivial matters of the battle. Don’t be ignorant of good and evil."
"..." Changsun Fengye was speechless.
Because what Chen Qingyuan said did make some sense. It was really uncomfortable knowing that he wanted to be lazy and not fight, but he had no reasonable words to refute.
"The geniuses of each sect have been searching for resources, and they are timid when encountering stronger opponents. It really damages the pride of the younger generation. Since no one is willing to stir up trouble, then this heavy responsibility will be left to me."
"The competition among peers is not for individuals, but to set up a training stage for the geniuses of today. When this thing is done, it will be beneficial to the geniuses of all forces. No matter whether you win or lose, you will live up to your time...
"
Chen Qingyuan became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke and began to talk at length.
"Okay, okay, shut up!" Changsun Fengye couldn't bear it anymore and quickly raised his hand and said, "I agreed, okay!"
"Well..." Chen Qingyuan showed a pleased smile: "You can teach me."
I really want to beat him up!
But what he said makes sense, and I don't know how to argue with it.
Several black lines appeared on Changsun Fengye's forehead, and he felt mixed feelings in his heart.