Chapter 226 The First World War Ten Years Later, My Peers Are Shocked
Fu Dongliu has no hatred for Chen Qingyuan, because Yang Suirong's failure was due to his own lack of ability. If he loses, he loses, and he has no one to blame.
He wants to fight Chen Qingyuan, but he just thinks Chen Qingyuan is stronger and regards him as his opponent, that's all.
"Coward."
The geniuses of Western Xinjiang did not take Chen Qingyuan seriously and cursed him loudly.
A pair of eyes rested on Chen Qingyuan, and they sighed inwardly. They all thought that Chen Qingyuan did not dare to challenge, which was really embarrassing. But then again, most of the people present would definitely not have the courage to fight Fu Dongliu.
After all, Fu Dongliu is the number one among the younger generation in Western Xinjiang. He once defeated all the monsters in the Eighteen Lines of Western Xinjiang and secured his position as the boss.
With such a solid record, who dares to underestimate Fu Dongliu.
"Old Chen..." Changsun Fengye listened to all kinds of unsavory remarks and stared at Chen Qingyuan beside him, feeling a little distressed.
Daochen Buddha seemed relatively calm. He had seen with his own eyes the ancient power of cause and effect carried by Chen Qingyuan, and had received guidance from the Buddhist abbot. He knew that Chen Qingyuan was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.
"Fellow Daoist Fu, he is just a talented person from the Northern Wilderness, and you are the leader of the Western Xinjiang. Such persecution seems to be a bit bullying the small."
Wang Shutong from Lihua Palace spoke up, seemingly trying to help Chen Qingyuan out of trouble, but in fact he was belittling Chen Qingyuan, making the fire even more intense.
"It makes some sense."
Fu Dongliu replied.
"Boring."
All the monsters in Dizhou were sitting side by side. They thought there would be a more lively show to watch, but they didn't expect that Chen Qingyuan didn't dare to say a word, which was really disappointing.
"People from the Northern Wilderness are nothing more than that."
Even if Chen Qingyuan defeated Yang Suirong, he would not be able to win the respect of the top monsters of his generation. Because there were many people present who could defeat Yang Suirong, and they still won with an absolute attitude, without any injuries to themselves.
Ah.
Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan smiled.
Everyone's facial expressions froze, and they looked directly at Chen Qingyuan, slightly confused, wondering why he was laughing.
Is he laughing out of anger?
Not daring to challenge in order to cover up his embarrassment.
Many people think so.
Chen Qingyuan was silent just now, not thinking about whether he could defeat Fu Dongliu, but asking himself about the meaning of this battle.
After thinking deeply for a moment, Chen Qingyuan had an answer in his heart.
He can be thick-skinned, but he cannot let others trample on his dignity.
The behavior of the people in Xijiang has violated Chen Qingyuan's principles.
Since you want to fight, then fight, there is nothing to be afraid of.
"I accepted your invitation to fight."
Chen Qingyuan looked calm and his eyes were clear.
Wow——
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
The group of people who just mocked Chen Qingyuan were temporarily stunned.
"Did he accept the challenge because he was stimulated and couldn't bear the pressure?"
That's what most people think.
"He is very calm and his eyes are clear. The words of outsiders have no influence on his heart at all. This time he challenges, I am afraid he is serious about it."
Only those top-level monsters saw something different and looked solemn.
"Perhaps, the battle between him and Yang Suirong just now was not based on his full strength."
A very small number of monsters secretly speculated that they had developed a strong interest in Chen Qingyuan.
How much energy is hidden in the body of a Yuanying stage monk?
The scene was quiet for a long time, and everyone in Xijiang looked at each other, with the corners of their mouths raised, showing a proud smile, as if they had seen Chen Qingyuan being stepped on by Fu Dongliu.
"You are not afraid?"
Fu Dongliu spoke.
"Afraid." The first word Chen Qingyuan said made everyone realize that he was wrong. Then he continued: "I'm afraid that if I beat you to death, those old guys in Western Xinjiang will not let it go."
Everyone was shocked and silent.
The eyes of the girls in the Lihua Palace were shining brightly, and their red lips were slightly open, as if they were saying: "How dare he..."
The geniuses from all walks of life were speechless. They never thought that Chen Qingyuan would dare to say such arrogant words.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Fu Dongliu is the boss of Xijiang!
No matter how evil you are, Chen Qingyuan, you are only one of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.
It is no exaggeration to say that even Changsun Fengye, who is known as the number one among the ten outstanding men, can hardly be on an equal footing with Fu Dongliu.
Fu Dongliu's power made all the saints and saints of the emperor's sects very afraid and did not dare to confront him head-on.
There are too many legends and stories about Fu Dongliu, and they cannot be explained in just a few sentences.
"This is the first time I heard someone dare to talk to the boss like this."
A certain prodigy from Western Xinjiang was stunned for a long time, his throat rolled a few times, and he spoke with a trembling voice.
"Afraid of killing the boss, why would Chen Qingyuan say such a thing!"
In the eyes of everyone in Western Xinjiang, Fu Dongliu's majesty cannot be desecrated.
"He doesn't think that after defeating Yang Suirong, he can compete with the boss! With the boss's ability, he can suppress Yang Suirong in a snap. The two are not on the same level at all."
No one expected that things would turn out like this. It was really exciting and worth looking forward to.
Fu Dongliu did not laugh at Chen Qingyuan's words, but still had a cold expression on his face: "If you have the ability to kill me, the old guys in Western Xinjiang will not trouble you."
"It doesn't matter. If the older generation comes forward, they won't be able to hurt me."
Chen Qingyuan believed in his master's ability, and Daoyi Academy was not a fool's errand.
"Why accept the challenge?" Fu Dongliu was confused about this point and couldn't figure it out: "A person like you should not be affected by a few words from outsiders."
"Because you make me unhappy."
Chen Qingyuan's reason is simple.
Hearing the sound, Fu Dongliu fell silent.
After a while, Fu Dongliu said: "Since you are unhappy, then teach me a lesson with your fists!"
"Yes." Chen Qingyuan said, "I will let you understand one thing."
"What's up?"
Fu Dongliu asked.
"Fighting me is the worst decision you have ever made in your life. I will become a nightmare that you will never get rid of."
Chen Qingyuan's tone was very cold, and what he said was outrageous.
The strange thing is that after hearing this, no one could express the slightest hint of ridicule, and there was an inexplicable panic and a trace of fear deep in their hearts.
"I look forward to it."
Fu Dongliu smiled, not mockingly, but seriously.
"Ten years later, outside the territory of Yanchang Ancient Star, there will be a battle to determine the winner."
Chen Qingyuan set a specific date for the fight.
"Okay." Fu Dongliu nodded.
Their eyes met, and the air was filled with a strong sense of solemnity.
The Baimai Feast is about to usher in a new climax. The battle between the number one person in Western Xinjiang and Chen Qingyuan is like a bomb exploding, and the storm has swept across the ancient world.
Ten years is not a long time for monks, and many people have already begun to wait.