Everyone was stunned for a long time, and then they thought about it. It seemed that no one said they had to agree to a fight.
Moreover, Fu Dongliunai is the boss of the younger generation in Western Xinjiang. His strength is unfathomable. There are only a handful of people who can fight head-on with him. Chen Qingyuan disagrees that a fight is clearly the best choice.
After thinking about this clearly, most people calmed down and looked at Chen Qingyuan with strange eyes, wondering what would happen next.
"You refuse?" Fu Dongliu was also stunned for a moment: "Are you afraid?"
"Say whatever you like."
Chen Qingyuan didn't care.
Can face be used as food?
What the world values most is what Chen Qingyuan needs least.
If Chen Qingyuan was good at saving face, he would probably be about the same if he didn't starve to death when he was a child. Most of the senior officials of the Xuan Qing Sect were poor, not aggressive, and relied on a few spiritual veins passed down from their ancestors to maintain their lives.
When Chen Qingyuan gained the ability to make money everywhere, Xuan Qing Sect took on a new look. The disciples in the sect received more resources, and the private money of senior brothers and others was also secured.
"I heard that although you are only at the Nascent Soul stage, you can compete with the Holy Son of Zhaixinglou in the Divine Transformation Realm." Fu Dongliu couldn't figure out Chen Qingyuan's brain circuit and wanted to fight for it: "You obviously
If you have this ability, why don't you want to compete with me?"
"Why should I compete with you?" Chen Qingyuan asked.
"Ah?" Fu Dongliu's aloof image collapsed.
After being stunned for a moment, Fu Dongliu regained his composure and mused: "You set up the arena, and the challenge was also written by you. Now when you face my invitation to fight, you refuse to fight. It's really ridiculous."
"Let's get this straight. Does the letter of challenge have my signature on it? Did I ever say that I would accept a fight from anyone?"
Chen Qingyuan replied.
Only the names of Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha were on the war book. Chen Qingyuan was only responsible for various chores and did not participate in the battle.
Fighting is so tiring, how can there be any comfort in collecting money?
"This..." Fu Dongliu took out the letter of challenge and read it carefully several times, but did not see any flaws.
For a moment, the scene seemed a little dull, and the silence reached the extreme.
"Chen Qingyuan, if you don't dare to fight with my boss, then let me do it."
A certain monster from Western Xinjiang stepped forward and said, breaking the deadlock.
"Do not hit."
Chen Qingyuan didn't even look at the man and refused without hesitation.
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
"You don't even have the courage to accept the challenge, but you still have the nerve to challenge your peers." A monster from Western Xinjiang started to get angry and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, this guy clearly wants to tease me and others, so get out of here quickly! Stay here!
It's a waste of time here."
"Indeed, it's understandable that he doesn't dare to fight Fu Dongliu, because I don't have the guts either. However, he doesn't even care about the provocations from other people in Western Xinjiang. He really doesn't deserve the title of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness.
."
"I didn't expect this farce to end in this way."
"I thought that the Baimai Festival would reach a stage of great contention, but it seems that I overthought it."
The geniuses who were watching the excitement spoke one after another and kept belittling Chen Qingyuan.
Listening to the various comments made by everyone, Chen Qingyuan became angry.
He was not angry because of the disparaging remarks, but because the business he had finally built was about to be disrupted.
At a certain moment, Chen Qingyuan seemed to see countless spiritual stones falling off his arms, causing heavy losses.
The cause of all this is these boys in Western Xinjiang.
Originally, everyone in Xijiang bet on Changsun Fengye to win, which has left Chen Qingyuan with no profit. Now Xijiang is stirring up trouble again, making it impossible for Chen Qingyuan to just sit back and make money.
It's tolerable, but it's intolerable.
Whoosh!
Chen Qingyuan suddenly jumped into the sky, pointed his right hand at the monster in Xijiang, and asked in a cold voice: "Boy, what's your name?"
"Yang Suirong."
The monster from Western Xinjiang who has been stirring up trouble is named Yang Suirong. He is wearing a light blue gown with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and he looks majestic.
The evil character of the Sixth Line of Western Xinjiang has a good reputation.
"Since you want to fight, then I will grant it to you." In order to continue doing business, Chen Qingyuan had no choice but to avoid the fight: "However, we agreed in advance that this fight will not be in vain, and we have to bet something.
"
"Finally I dare to fight. I thought you would keep shrinking." Yang Suirong put his hands on his chest, not realizing the seriousness of the matter at all. His face was indifferent and he smiled slightly: "What do you want to bet on?"
"I will bet you as much as you have."
Chen Qingyuan has never played like this before, and it can easily offend people to death. But this time, he will make an exception.
Betting on family property!
After everyone heard this, their expressions changed instantly.
Yang Suirong's smile froze, his expression was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "I took out my family wealth, what are you betting against?"
"I'm just afraid that you are too poor and wasting my time. If I can't afford to pay, it doesn't matter if I give you my life."
Chen Qingyuan's spiritual stone wealth, combined with all the monsters in the Eighteen Lines of Western Xinjiang, is estimated to be barely equal. The spiritual stones earned over the years have been filled with many Sumeru rings and Qiankun bags.
"Okay!" Although Yang Suirong was a little reluctant to bet on his family fortune, he had initiated this matter by himself and could not lose his temper. He said bravely: "I'll bet with you!"
"Make an oath!" Chen Qingyuan said coldly.
In order to prevent Yang Suirong from regretting after the war, Chen Qingyuan must do this step.
Making an oath of Taoism is the safest way.
If Yang Suirong dares to go back on his vow in the future, his Taoist heart will be damaged and he will stop here for the rest of his life.
"the same as you."
Yang Suirong said loudly.
"certainly."
Who is afraid of whom?
Chen Qingyuan either doesn't fight, but once he decides to fight, he will definitely go all out.
Immediately afterwards, both of them made a vow of Taoism.
"There's something good to watch."
Changsun Fengye, who was recovering from his injuries, stabilized his injuries a little, then stood up and walked to a suitable position, deciding to watch the next battle carefully.
Chen Qingyuan doesn't take many shots, so he can't miss it.
"Things are getting interesting."
A group of people watching the excitement is not a big deal.
"It's really rare for a showdown to bet on family wealth."
The geniuses of the Eighteen Meridians of Western Xinjiang secretly told Yang Suirong not to underestimate the enemy, but to find the right opportunity.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, are you still in charge?"
I don't know who it was, but shouted in the crowd.
I almost forgot!
After hearing this, Chen Qingyuan hurriedly replied: "Of course I am the banker, please place your bets quickly! Don't worry, I will definitely be able to afford the compensation."
"Madman, go deal with it."
Chen Qingyuan looked at Changsun Fengye, who was about to watch a play, and gave him the gambling arrangements.
Changsun Fengye really had no time to rest, so he could only get busy.
Seeing that Chen Qingyuan still had time to think about playing the game, the people in the Western Region and the ladies from the Lihua Palace in the Southern Region all showed strange expressions, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch slightly.
This guy is really a talent!
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Suirong looked at Chen Qingyuan who was still collecting gambling funds, his forehead was covered with black lines, and he yelled: "Chen Qingyuan, are you still fighting?"