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Chapter 220 Fellow Daoist, You Can't Do It

Chen Qingyuan didn't like doing loss-making business, so he could only pray silently.

If Changsun Fengye really loses half a move, Chen Qingyuan will definitely have to compensate in order to play a long-term role in catching the big fish. After all, the credibility issue cannot be damaged, otherwise the business that has been run with so much effort will not be able to continue.

"Rumble..."

The two sides fought for thousands of rounds, and the person who was injured the most was Zhangsun Fengye. His whole body was covered with scars and blood, and he looked very scary.

Although Feng Chen was feeling better, he still had many wounds on his body. The most obvious one was the slap mark on his face. The pain was secondary, but the main reason was the loss of face.

The Qinghe River undergoes a sudden change, and dozens or hundreds of whirlpools appear.

Immediately afterwards, nine golden flowers emerged from the bottom of the Qinghe River, suspended in the air, floated to Changsun Fengye one after another, and then exploded. The explosion range was extremely wide.

"Boom!"

After the sound of the explosion dissipated, Changsun Fengye walked out of the shattered space filled with thick smoke. His whole body was covered with scars, and no one part was intact.

Even so, he had no intention of admitting defeat, and his excitement even became more intense.

"It's not enough. Go harder and kill me!"

Changsun Fengye let out a cold and evil laugh.

"There must be something wrong with this guy's brain."

To be honest, Feng Chen couldn't help but panic when he saw that Changsun Fengye was still able to hold on and looked like he was still unfinished.

Of the people outside the battlefield, a few people saw some clues.

Although Changsun Fengye was seriously injured, his origin was never injured. What shocked everyone was that his body was very strange. After being injured, he seemed to be able to improve and strengthen his physical skills.

Being beaten can make you stronger. What kind of cultivation method is this?

Everyone's fear of Changsun Fengye has risen to several levels. If they really want to be enemies with him in the future, they must think of a countermeasure.

"It is not an easy task to defeat it."

Some people sighed, they really didn't expect such a terrifying monster to emerge from the Northern Wasteland.

"Feng Chen missed the best opportunity to suppress him. It will be difficult to win next."

Fu Dongliu, the boss of the younger generation in Western Xinjiang, seemed to have seen through the situation on the battlefield and said bluntly.

"It seems that some of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness in this life are not simple people."

Wang Shutong from Lihua Palace in the Southern Territory murmured to himself. While saying this, he glanced at Chen Qingyuan in the distance.

"Senior sister, do you think this guy is very powerful?"

Xiao Yanran noticed Wang Shutong's movements, glanced at Chen Qingyuan, quickly withdrew her gaze, and asked in a low voice.

"Dragons do not walk with rats." Wang Shutong's voice was ethereal and sweet, but unfortunately it contained a bit of chill, which made people dare not blaspheme: "The Buddha of Dongtu and the eldest grandson Fengye are willing to act with him. Do you think such a person will

Ordinary?"

"I heard that Chen Qingyuan had a fight with Wan Ling from Zhai Xing Tower not long ago. They briefly tried it out, and there was no winner. With all due respect, although Wan Ling is the holy son of Zhai Xing Tower, his strength is not that great.

He is among the top of his generation."

Xiao Yanran said: "Let's just assume that Chen Qingyuan is no weaker than the Holy Son of Zhaixinglou, and he can't catch the eyes of senior sister!"

Some time ago, Chen Qingyuan stole the Tianwai Meteor Iron and blamed it on Zhaixing Tower.

Wang Shutong led a group of people to find trouble in Zhaixinglou. After a fight, she defeated Wan Ling with great strength and regained her face.

During that battle, Wang Shutong heard an interesting thing.

Wan Ling revealed something. Chen Qingyuan of Beihuang is probably the supreme foundation of the Double Pill Saint Grade.

Of course Wang Shutong is very interested in such people.

"Don't underestimate the people of the world, especially those who seem harmless on the surface."

Wang Shutong whispered.

"Yes, senior sister."

Xiao Yanran didn't dare to question, so she nodded and accepted the instruction.

Chen Qingyuan, who was in the distance, was calculating the odds of this bet. He looked up from time to time to look at the two men who were fighting. He was not interested in the details of the battle at all.

A few hours later, the situation of the battle changed.

When the battle began, Feng Chen gained the upper hand with his powerful offensive, leaving Changsun Fengye injured all over his body and dripping with blood.

Nowadays, Feng Chen has tried his best and failed to win, while Changsun Fengye has become more courageous and braver as he fights, and his strength has even improved a lot.

"It's my turn!"

Changsun Fengye licked his lips and punched Feng Chen one after another. His skin was torn, his clothes were torn, and he lost all the grace that a monster should have.

After hundreds of rounds, the spiritual power in Feng Chen's body was consumed too much, the speed of refining the spiritual stones was a bit too slow, and he became increasingly unable to withstand it.

What made Feng Chen most angry was that he originally wanted to take the opportunity to swallow a few high-quality soul-boosting pills, but he was interrupted by Changsun Fengye, who snatched them away and crushed them into pieces: "Taking medicine is a bad thing."

Good behavior.”

"..." Feng Chen was angry and helpless.

With so many people watching, and because he was unwilling to bow his head, Feng Chen gritted his teeth and continued to fight, hoping to find a flaw in Changsun Fengye and then find a chance to reverse the situation.

However, after Changsun Fengye gained the upper hand, he gave Feng Chen no hope of making a comeback.

Every attack was bound to break several bones of Feng Chen, causing him to grimace in pain and grimace.

"Fellow Taoist, you can't do it!"

Changsun Fengye mocked Feng Chen while beating him.

"I will fight with you!"

Feng Chen was not immune to this bird's aura, and dispelled the strange scene in the Qinghe River under his feet, and turned back into the bamboo joint. Then, he held the bamboo joint in his right hand and stabbed it, formed a special seal with his left hand, and let out a shocking sound.

Horizontal light beam.

"Well done!"

Changsun Fengye had been looking forward to it for a long time and faced it head on.

"boom--"

This duel of moves shook the heaven and earth, and the void for countless miles around collapsed and collapsed.

Everyone watching the battle did not want to be affected, so they all retreated towards the rear, leaving a huge open space.

After a few breaths, the terrifying residual power shook the ground over a hundred thousand miles away, and countless spider web-like cracks appeared. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the naked eye could directly see the stars and the sea.

"How's the situation?"

Everyone held their breath and stared closely at the chaotic void.

Not long after, everyone saw two figures, very close to each other, as if they were touching each other.

Everyone was extremely nervous, their hearts were in their throats, their eyes were wide open, and their whole bodies were tense.

After a few more glances, everyone saw part of the picture.

The bamboo knot penetrated Changsun Fengye's left chest, and blood flowed out along the bamboo knot.

Was Changsun Fengye defeated?

The situation doesn't seem to be that simple.

After the smoke cleared, everyone could see clearly.

Changsun Fengye pinched Feng Chen's neck with his right hand and kept exerting force, causing his veins to bulge and his face to look like he was suffocated.

On the surface, the bamboo knot penetrated Changsun Fengye's left chest, but in fact he avoided the key part, and his internal organs were not damaged at all. At most, a few bones were broken.

"You're too slow, or you could really kill me."

Changsun Fengye pinched Feng Chen's neck, smiled slyly at close range, and applied force with his right hand again, which made Feng Chen unable to hold on anymore, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, their faces full of shock, horror, and disbelief.


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