Daochen Buddha has no objections and is willing to accompany Chen Qingyuan to fool around.
The three of them began to choose a suitable place and discussed a series of trivial matters that would follow.
Yanchang Guxing, Chen Qingyuan and others set up a huge arena, suspended in the air.
In order to start a war with the geniuses of his generation as soon as possible, Chen Qingyuan thought of a bad move and wrote provocative words on paper such as "Challenge the geniuses from all walks of life, whoever has the talent will come."
The paper contains the specific location of the arena and details of various betting matters.
Chen Qingyuan used his spiritual skills to copy hundreds of thousands of promotional paper letters and threw them into the starry sky and various nearby ancient stars.
I think it won't take long for this matter to be known to many people.
"We can't wait in vain." Chen Qingyuan didn't want to wait foolishly. He had to cause something to attract the geniuses from all walks of life: "I heard that Jiang Xun of the Dongli Sword Sect is nearby. Let's see if we can attract him."
Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha stayed here, while Chen Qingyuan set off alone.
On a nearby star, on the top of a high mountain, a young man in brocade clothes was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, practicing.
At the foot of the mountain, there were dozens of disciples of the Dongli Sword Sect standing. They all exuded extremely strong sword power and were not ordinary swordsmen.
Chen Qingyuan had just arrived here, and was immediately discovered by people from the Dongli Sword Sect: "Who?"
"Beihuang, Chen Qingyuan."
At this time, Chen Qingyuan did not intend to hide his identity and directly reported his real name.
"Chen Qingyuan?" Everyone looked at each other with doubts in their eyes: "Never heard of it."
A sword cultivator thought for a long time and remembered something: "I know this man, one of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness. He had fought with Wan Ling, the Holy Son of Zhaixinglou, before, and the outcome was indistinguishable."
"Oh, it turns out it's him!"
When this was mentioned, everyone suddenly realized.
"What are you doing here, Your Excellency?"
The sword cultivators looked at Chen Qingyuan with vigilant eyes and asked.
"Suwen Dongli Jianzi is extremely powerful. I came here today to declare a challenge."
Chen Qingyuan spoke without any ink and stated his purpose directly.
"War letter?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions froze and their eyes turned evil.
"Of course, the person who wants to fight Dongli Jianzi is not me, but the eldest son of Beihuang, Fengye." Chen Qingyuan looked up at the top of the mountain and said loudly: "I wonder if Dongli Jianzi dares to accept the challenge?
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After finishing his words, Chen Qingyuan took out a letter of challenge from the Xumi ring and threw it towards the top of the mountain.
The sword cultivators wanted to stop the war book, but they could not disturb Dongli Jianzi who was sitting in enlightenment.
Unexpectedly, Dongli Jianzi suddenly opened his eyes, slowly raised his left hand, and grabbed the letter of challenge.
Seeing Jianzi wake up, all the sword cultivators bowed and paid utmost respect.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xun lowered his head and looked at the foot of the mountain, and looked at Chen Qingyuan. His eyes were cold and arrogant, and his voice was cold: "What reason do I have to challenge?"
"If Dongli Jianzi is too timid to fight, there is no need to accept the challenge. However, if this matter gets spread, I'm afraid it will damage Jianzi's reputation."
Chen Qingyuan is very aware of the arrogance of contemporary monsters. He knows that such words are a way to provoke the general, but he still cannot refuse.
"I accept the challenge."
Jiang Xun is planning to hone his sword skills.
"If Jian Zi has the courage, would he dare to bet on a lucky green lotus?" Chen Qingyuan said.
"This is your intention!"
Jiang Xun sneered.
"Since we are going to fight, of course we have to bet something." Chen Qingyuan smiled slightly: "Winning or losing depends on one's ability."
"Okay, I agree."
Jiang Xun pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.
There is no reason to be timid when competing with peers.
Not only can you hone yourself in this battle, but if you win, you will also get a lucky green lotus.
Returning to his position in the ring, Chen Qingyuan told Changsun Fengye the general situation and asked him to prepare for the battle.
"Is it too late for me to regret it?"
Changsun Fengye was not afraid, but felt uncomfortable all over, like a puppet in Chen Qingyuan's hands.
"Madman, we have agreed that we can't give up halfway." Chen Qingyuan began to speak in a long voice: "Accumulate combat experience, enhance your own strength, and fight for the dignity of Beihuang, adding honor to the Piaomiao Palace..."
Speaking of his ability to bullshit, Changsun Fengye felt ashamed: "I have a question. If we lose, who will compensate for the lucky green lotus."
"How can you lose? I have confidence in you."
Of course Chen Qingyuan has thought about this problem. Based on his understanding of Changsun Fengye, it is not easy to lose.
Even if his opponent is the top monster in Dizhou, Changsun Fengye is definitely capable of fighting head-on.
"Answer directly, who will pay?"
Changsun Fengye didn't want to suffer a loss and continued to ask questions.
"I'll pay, that's it!"
Chen Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said.
"Well, that's pretty much it."
Hearing this answer, Changsun Fengye felt slightly better.
"Although I will compensate you if you lose, you can't lose on purpose."
Chen Qingyuan was afraid that if something like this happened, he would lose blood.
"Don't worry!" Changsun Fengye promised: "I won't be like this yet, I will try my best."
Ten days later, people from the Dongli Sword Sect came.
In addition, there were many fellow monks watching the fun.
In order to expand his influence, Chen Qingyuan has been publicizing the news that Dongli Jianzi will fight against Changsun Fengye during this period, attracting a large number of people to come and watch the battle.
This is a wasteland without any vegetation, with black soil and many boulders.
On the ring, Changsun Fengye and Jiang Xun looked at each other from a distance, preparing for a fight.
Before the war started, Chen Qingyuan reached an agreement with the Dongli Sword Sect to bet on a lucky green lotus.
"Madman, this is our first battle, you must not lose." Chen Qingyuan said via voice message: "If you lose, we will become a joke."
Changsun Fengye heard Chen Qingyuan's words and did not answer. He stared at Jiang Xun attentively, preparing for a good fight.
Ever since the eldest grandson Fengye participated in the Baimai Feast, he has never used his true skills.
"The leader of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness, let's see how capable you are."
Jiang Xun has long wanted to meet Chang Sun Fengye, but he never had the chance before.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"It will not let you down."
Changsun Fengye looked dull.
There are more than 700 people watching the battle, looking forward to it very much.
"As far as I know, Dongli Jianzi received a lot of blessings not long ago. His swordsmanship has improved a bit, and his strength must have also improved."
"The leader of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness is not a simple person. In my impression, I have never seen him take action."
"Chang Ziqiu of Beihuang is also one of the ten heroes. He can fight with the Holy Son of Tianfu Villa without defeat. As the leader of the ten heroes, the eldest grandson Fengye will definitely not be weaker than Chang Ziqiu!"
"In this battle, who wins and who loses."
Everyone stared intently at the two people on the ring, tensed up, and subconsciously clenched their hands.