Two hundred thousand top-quality spiritual stones are equivalent to two complete spiritual veins.
Chen Qingyuan estimated that it would be useless to kill Yang Suirong. It would be more practical to exchange for some spiritual stones.
Originally, this battle was just to decide the outcome, but Yang Suirong became ruthless and even tried to kill Chen Qingyuan in the end. His murderous intention could not be concealed.
When things have developed to this point, Chen Qingyuan will certainly not show mercy and treat them in the same way.
Fu Dongliu and others could see that Yang Suirong had murderous intentions, so they could understand Chen Qingyuan's behavior. If it were him, he would definitely kill the enemy who had murderous intentions and would not hold back.
Yang Suirong took out the ancient mirror and had murderous intentions. In fact, he was not at fault. His mistake was just a failure, and he would have to bear the corresponding consequences.
"Okay, I agree."
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qingyuan lowered his head and looked at Fu Dongliu.
Fu Dongliu did not hesitate, took out a Xumi ring with his palm, and threw it towards Chen Qingyuan.
call out!
The ring fell steadily into Chen Qingyuan's hand. He checked it and determined the number of spiritual stones inside.
Then, Chen Qingyuan stopped taking action against Yang Suirong, who had lost the ability to move.
With a thought in his mind, he pulled out the Yulan sword inserted in Yang Suirong's chest.
With a "poof" sound, the sword was pulled out and blood flowed, instantly turning Yang Suirong into a bloody man.
Yang Suirong's face was pale and he looked dying.
"Shua"
The next moment, Yang Suirong couldn't control his body and fell downwards.
A genius from Western Xinjiang hurriedly stepped forward, supported Yang Suirong, and sealed his bleeding wound to prevent the injury from worsening.
"Give me all his things, and you can leave with your life."
Although there was a bloody hole in Chen Qingyuan's chest, it was not seriously injured. He held his back with one hand and held a sword in the other, looking down from a high position, like a fairy on earth.
Previous bets cannot be changed.
Fu Dongliu looked indifferent and ordered: "Take off all Yang Suirong's things and give them to him!"
The geniuses of Western Xinjiang pursed their lips tightly and looked at Chen Qingyuan with unkind eyes. However, they did not dare to disobey Fu Dongliu's order and did it honestly.
After a while, Yang Suirong's Xumi ring and Qiankun bag all fell into Chen Qingyuan's hands, and the law marks on them had been erased.
Moreover, the ancient mirror with a good origin also belongs to Chen Qingyuan.
Since you have made a bet, you must fulfill it.
"Take him to a safe place to heal."
Fu Dongliu said to one person, while he sat back down and had no intention of leaving.
This good show has just begun, how could Fu Dongliu leave early?
The battle was over, and Changsun Fengye began to liquidate his gambling funds.
After working for a while, this matter is finally over.
Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged aside, swallowed a few high-quality elixirs, and closed his eyes to heal his injuries.
The geniuses from all sides were talking in low voices, thinking that Chen Qingyuan and Xijiang had formed a grudge this time, and they were afraid that it would not be so easy to resolve.
In the core area of Yanchang Ancient Star, the group of people at the front are none other than Fu Dongliu, the boss of Western Xinjiang, Holy Queen Shutong of Lihua Palace in Southern Territory, the monsters of various sects in the thirty-six sects of the imperial state, etc.
The rest of the geniuses were at the back, watching from a distance and not daring to come forward.
Daochen Buddha stood beside Chen Qingyuan to protect him.
The scene was very quiet and you could hear a pin drop.
Two hours later, the barrier around Chen Qingyuan shattered, and a gentle force spread around.
call--
Chen Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and glanced at the whole place, calm and composed.
The injury on his chest has healed, and the lost spiritual power has also been restored.
She changed into a clean white dress and stood on a higher hill, not caring about the looks of her peers.
"Is the injury healed?"
Fu Dongliu was sitting not far away, dressed in black with gold embroidered on the corners, showing his luxury.
About to get into trouble!
Everyone's hearts tightened, as if they had seen the scene where Fu Dongliu was about to fight Chen Qingyuan to the death, and they were looking forward to it.
"alright."
Chen Qingyuan was happy and unafraid, looked at him and replied softly.
"Are you still afraid to accept my invitation to fight?"
Fu Dongliu got straight to the point, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.
Chen Qingyuan's face was expressionless and silent.
After a while, a monster from Western Xinjiang couldn't help but break the dull atmosphere and cursed: "I only dare to bully people who are weaker than you, but I don't have the guts to draw a sword against the strong. People like you are worthy of being called
The genius of the world."
This sentence aroused everyone's discussion, and the way they looked at Chen Qingyuan became a little weird, a little less awe, and a little more intriguing sarcasm.
If Chen Qingyuan really does not dare to fight, then he will be labeled as a bully and afraid of the strong. In the future, he will have no prestige among his peers, and there will definitely be a lot of ridicule and comments about him behind his back.
If Chen Qingyuan accepted the challenge, he would probably be suppressed by Fu Dongliu, and he would be disgraced, disgraced, and even put in danger of his life.
Chen Qingyuan never cared about ridicule.
Is the reason why he doesn't fight because he is really afraid?
It is true that Chen Qingyuan loves money, but he is by no means a timid person.
If he didn't have the courage to fight against his peers, Chen Qingyuan would not have chosen to participate in the Baimai Feast in the first place.
Not fighting is not because of fear, but because the time has not come yet.
Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.
The most important thing is to be patient and humble.
Chen Qingyuan has always been very clear about the truth that a monster that has not grown up is still a monster, not a strong person.
Because of this, the strength shown by Chen Qingyuan is never full, at most it is half.
That's right, even when facing Yang Suirong who used the ancient mirror, Chen Qingyuan did not use more than half of his abilities.
Everyone thought that with such strength, Chen Qingyuan was already the top among his peers. Little did they know, Chen Qingyuan was still hiding his trump card and would never use it unless absolutely necessary.
Don't forget that in addition to the foundation of the three elixirs, Chen Qingyuan also has a silver spear with mysterious origins.
Many years ago, Chen Qingyuan, under the guidance of the girl in red, went to the death realm of Beihuang. There was a cemetery there with a silver gun at the end.
After obtaining the silver gun, Chen Qingyuan only studied it secretly and never revealed it to the world.
Even Master Yu Chenran didn't know about this matter.
Swordsmanship has never been Chen Qingyuan's strongest skill.
However, outsiders don't know this and think that Chen Qingyuan's strength has reached its end, so they dare to be so arrogant.
If Chen Qingyuan showed strength enough to crush everyone of his generation, would anyone dare to ridicule him?
All in all, Chen Qingyuan was so well hidden that no one thought much about it.
"Maybe I saw the wrong person."
Fu Dongliu shook his head slightly, saying that it was a stupid decision for him to regard Chen Qingyuan as a strong opponent.