Everyone in Xijiang didn't quite understand what Fu Dongliu said and asked.
"Observe carefully the moment he takes action, he mobilizes the spiritual power of his Dantian." Fu Dongliu explained patiently: "Under normal circumstances, when I mobilize the spiritual energy, there is only one round of Zhoutian. Chen Qingyuan is different. Although he is covering up,
But some traces can still be seen, the spiritual energy circulated for two rounds."
"So..." Everyone was not fools. They spoke so clearly and expressed surprise: "There are two golden elixirs in his body as the foundation."
Fu Dongliu didn't answer, so he acquiesced.
As soon as this speculation came out, the scene was shocked and a huge storm arose, with noisy discussions.
"Bang!"
While everyone was still talking fiercely, something happened in the battle above, and a loud noise was heard, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Yang Suirong tried his best, but could not defeat Chen Qingyuan as expected. In desperation, he directly used his life-saving trump card.
A yellowed ancient mirror.
There is a very deep crack on the ancient mirror, which was severely damaged a long time ago.
"This kid is serious!"
Others didn't know the horror of this ancient mirror, but of course everyone in Xijiang knew it, and their expressions changed drastically.
It was rumored that the ancient mirror was a weapon belonging to a certain top powerful person. It was damaged after a battle. After many twists and turns, it finally fell to the land of Western Xinjiang and was obtained by Yang Suirong.
However, although Yang Suirong was destined to the ancient mirror, his own strength was too weak to exert the full power of the ancient mirror. In addition, the ancient mirror contained a strange law that Yang Suirong could not suppress at all.
When he was in Western Xinjiang, Yang Suirong used an ancient mirror to suppress an opponent that was much stronger than himself.
However, after forcibly activating the ancient mirror, Yang Suirong's body suffered considerable damage. If his elders had not appeared in time, his soul would have been almost swallowed by the laws of the ancient mirror.
"Boss, do you want to stop Lao Yang?"
Someone asked, worried that things would get out of hand.
"Need not."
Fu Dongliu thought for a moment and said in deep thought.
This is Yang Suirong's own choice. Now that he has decided, he has to think about the consequences.
Moreover, Fu Dongliu wanted to see if Chen Qingyuan could bear it.
The battle situation in the sky changed. The ancient mirror was suspended in front of Yang Suirong, and the index finger of his right hand gently tapped behind the mirror.
There was a cut on the fingertip, and blood flowed out and was absorbed by the ancient mirror.
Visible to the naked eye, there is a bright red mark on the surface of the ancient mirror, giving it a bit of a weird smell.
"boom!"
A beam of light came out of the mirror and covered Chen Qingyuan's position.
Chen Qingyuan's body was restrained and he couldn't move for a moment.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Suirong used his left hand to display an extremely fierce magical power.
"Boom..."
The power of Taoism penetrated Chen Qingyuan's body, directly damaging his internal organs.
Chen Qingyuan's facial expression suddenly changed, showing surprise and pain.
If the sword intent around him hadn't blocked part of the power of Taoism, Chen Qingyuan's injuries might have been even more serious than he is now.
The next moment, Chen Qingyuan broke free from the constraints of the ancient mirror's power and did not dare to continue to entangle. He threw out the Yulan Sword in his hand, controlled the sword with his heart, and attacked with all his strength.
Due to the excessive consumption of activating the ancient mirror, Yang Suirong's face turned pale and his body became slightly stiff.
The Yulan Sword turned into a stream of light, and the power of the sword was far stronger than before.
Facing this sword, Yang Suirong was a little panicked.
According to Yang Suirong's expectation, he could defeat Chen Qingyuan by borrowing the power of the ancient mirror, but he never thought that Chen Qingyuan would still be able to resist.
"Swift——"
The sword cut through the sky, and in just a few breaths it was in front of Yang Suirong.
When Yang Suirong planned to use the ancient mirror to defend himself, time was running out.
A flash of sword light flashed, and Yang Suirong's right arm was broken at the shoulder level, followed by a scream: "Ah!"
Immediately afterwards, the Yulan Sword changed its trajectory according to Chen Qingyuan's thoughts, and stabbed Yang Suirong's heart from behind.
The sword is fierce and unstoppable.
Seeing this, a group of guys in Western Xinjiang couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to take action to stop it.
"Amitabha."
Suddenly, Daochen Buddha appeared in front of everyone in Xijiang, with his hands clasped together and a solemn look on his face.
Obviously, Buddha does not allow anyone to interfere with changes in the battlefield.
The geniuses in Western Xinjiang were very afraid of Daochen Buddha and hesitated.
It was at this moment of hesitation that the Yulan Sword penetrated Yang Suirong's heart from back to front.
"boom"
The law fluctuations on Yang Suirong's body immediately collapsed, and the ancient mirror suspended in front of him also lost its luster.
His eyes widened, not believing that he would fail.
He lowered his head and glanced at his chest. A sharp sword penetrated his heart, and thick blood dripped from the blade.
That real chilling feeling made him feel scared and panicked.
The breath of death rushed towards his face, causing his body to tremble, his face to be covered in cold sweat, and his eyes to be filled with fear.
At this time, with a little more force, Chen Qingyuan was able to take away Yang Suirong's life.
Will he do this?
Normally, Chen Qingyuan doesn't want to get into trouble, he just wants to make money quietly.
However, if Chen Qingyuan hadn't kept a good trump card just now, he would have died in Yang Suirong's hands.
At that moment, Yang Suirong used the power of the ancient mirror to use all his magical powers. There was no mercy and it was very ruthless.
Chen Qingyuan came to Yang Suirong with an indifferent expression.
Chen Qingyuan, who is in a fighting state, is never afraid of provoking enemies.
Even if killing Yang Suirong would offend many talented people in Western Xinjiang, so what.
"Save him alive!"
Fu Dongliu, the boss of Xijiang, glanced at Daochen Buddha who was standing in front of him, and knew that he couldn't take action at this time, so he could only shout upwards.
"Do you think that's possible?"
Chen Qingyuan stopped temporarily and looked down at Fu Dongliu with indifferent eyes.
"I'll pay for his life, let's go to the head office!"
Fu Dongliu raised his voice and said.
"How much is the life of a genius in Xijiang worth?"
When it comes to money, Chen Qingyuan can think about it.
"You make a price."
Fu Dongliu was dressed in black and had an indifferent expression on his face. He didn't look nervous at all, as if Yang Suirong's life was not important to him.
If it weren't for maintaining the internal stability of Western Xinjiang, Fu Dongliu wouldn't want to do this.
"Look at your sincerity."
Chen Qingyuan likes to take the initiative in his own hands and throw the problem back.
"Fifty thousand top-quality spiritual stones."
Fu Dongliu pondered for a moment and said.
"Not enough." Chen Qingyuan shook his head.
A top-grade spiritual vein can quickly mine 100,000 spiritual stones. In other words, Fu Dongliu's price is only half of a top-grade spiritual vein.
This little money is too cheap to buy the life of a monster in Western Xinjiang.
"One hundred thousand."
Fu Dongliu said again.
Chen Qingyuan still shook his head.
"One price, two hundred thousand." Fu Dongliu slowly clenched his fists, his eyes changed slightly, and his originally plain tone became a little chillier: "If it doesn't work, then just kill him!"