Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu looked at each other for a long time, then slowly opened their mouths and said in a low voice: "Maybe!"
After hearing this, Fu Dongliu's eyes changed slightly and he stopped talking.
A very few people think that Chen Qingyuan is pretending, but they dare not show it. Because Chen Qingyuan has proven himself with his strength and is qualified to pretend.
Fu Dongliu, who had a battle with Chen Qingyuan, vaguely understood the meaning of Chen Qingyuan's words, and probably still had some reservations.
In other words, even if Fu Dongliu lost, he did not force Chen Qingyuan to use his full strength.
"I have always said that I am invincible even among my peers." Fu Dongliu pondered for a long time, his eyes were particularly complex, his body was stooped, and his face was full of vicissitudes, like an old man in his twilight years: "After meeting you, I know the past.
How ridiculous I am."
"Don't say that, boss."
Even though Fu Dongliu was defeated, all the geniuses in Western Xinjiang still respected Fu Dongliu very much, with sad faces and very worried faces.
"If you lose, you lose. There is no need to make excuses for yourself."
Fu Dongliu shook his head and laughed at himself.
Everyone in Xijiang looked at the seriously injured Fu Dongliu, with lowered eyebrows and silent eyes. This look was like the faith in their hearts suddenly collapsed, their minds went blank, and they were at a loss.
"Let's go!"
Fu Dongliu said in a low voice.
Everyone came to their senses and carefully helped Fu Dongliu out of here and went to a safe place to heal his injuries.
This battle has damaged Fu Dongliu's foundation, and it may take a long time to repair it. In other words, during the remaining period of the Hundred Meridians Feast, Fu Dongliu can only retreat to recuperate, and misses many opportunities.
The outcome of this battle had a great impact on Western Xinjiang.
From now on, the geniuses of the Eighteen Lines of Western Xinjiang will not dare to be as proud as before, and their military morale is unstable.
After Fu Dongliu and others left, Chen Qingyuan was the only one left standing in the starry sky.
Surrounded by broken space, countless pieces of gravel are floating in a strange trajectory. Thousands of black holes are absorbing the residual power of the battlefield, setting off waves of crazy storms, ruffling Chen Qingyuan's blood-stained clothes.
and jet black hair.
There are tens of thousands of geniuses from all walks of life in Yanchang Ancient Star. They are all looking at Chen Qingyuan, their expressions are dull, their eyes are full of surprise and a trace of fear.
It wasn't until this moment that everyone truly accepted the outcome of the battle.
"Gulu——"
Some people kept swallowing their saliva, trying to suppress the shock deep in their hearts.
"Chen Qingyuan, actually... actually won."
Some people's eyes widened and they trembled softly. The battle process was vivid and unbelievable.
"Fu Dongliu lost to him, how is this possible?"
Some of the monsters in the imperial state had trembling bodies, weird expressions, and emotions such as panic, horror, self-doubt, fear, and unwillingness to believe. It was like a hodgepodge, extremely complicated.
The reason why these monsters reacted more than ordinary geniuses was because they had all been defeated by Fu Dongliu and knew how terrifying Fu Dongliu's strength was.
Now, Fu Dongliu has lost to Chen Qingyuan, who only has the late Nascent Soul stage, which means that Chen Qingyuan can also crush many monsters present.
You must know that all those who can participate in the feast of Baimai are not unique in their own right. They have a very high reputation in their respective areas, doted on by their elders, and admired by their descendants.
Especially the saint sons and others from various sects in the empire had to go through many rounds of screening before they could sit in this position. Needless to say, their talents were so high.
However, they discovered that there was a person whose talent and strength were far above their own. What was even more outrageous was that this person's cultivation was far inferior to theirs, and their inner frustration was indescribable.
"Beihuang, is it possible that a top being will emerge?"
Prodigious figures from the Southern Territory, Dizhou, Northern Wasteland, and Western Xinjiang have engraved Chen Qingyuan's figure deep in their minds, and today's battle will never be forgotten.
Using the first person in the Western Territory as a stepping stone, the Saint Son and Saint Lady of the Thirty-six Sects of the Imperial State could not do it, and Wang Shutong of Lihua Palace in the Southern Territory did not have much confidence.
It is no exaggeration to say that Fu Dongliu is the top among his peers.
The world is so big and there are so many outstanding people. Maybe in some corners, there are evil figures no weaker than Fu Dongliu hiding.
"After this battle, his name will resound throughout the five states and become a legend."
It's not that Fu Dongliu is too weak, but that Chen Qingyuan is too perverted.
"Without that silver spear, Chen Qingyuan may not be able to defeat Fu Dongliu."
With the blessing of the silver gun, Chen Qingyuan did not reveal all his trump cards. Without practicing to a certain level, revealing all his trump cards will only get himself into endless trouble, which is not a good thing.
"He was able to obtain this extraordinary silver spear because of his ability. Since ancient times, the magic weapon has chosen its master. If he himself is as useless as firewood, no spiritual treasure magic weapon will be willing to follow him."
Listening to some remarks that relied on the power of weapons, Wang Shutong glanced at the entire audience. Although his voice was not loud, it was chilling, leaving those monks who did not want to admit that Chen Qingyuan was too powerful speechless.
"In my memory, there is no one of my generation who can compare with me."
A certain evildoer in Dizhou spoke sincerely with his throat rolling.
Chen Qingyuan refined some spirit stones, moved freely, and returned to the ancient star of Yanchang.
Falling into this void, a pair of eyes followed with awe.
Chen Qingyuan didn't care about this, walked straight to Daochen Buddha, and said softly: "I need to rest for a while, please help me protect the way."
"Yes." Daochen Buddha nodded slightly, his simple cassock could not cover up his supreme Buddha light at all.
Afterwards, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, placed many restrictions around him, and began to heal his injuries.
With Daochen Buddha in charge, no one dares to take the opportunity to deal with Chen Qingyuan.
Just now, more than a dozen geniuses from Western Xinjiang were about to run towards the stars, but they were slapped down by Fozi. Just from this move, you can see how powerful Fozi is.
"There are not many people like him in the world."
Most women in the world admire the strong, especially the graceful ones. Many beautiful women in long skirts looked in the direction of Chen Qingyuan, their cheeks were slightly red, their eyes were starry, and their red lips were like fire.
"If you can become a Taoist couple with Chen Qingyuan, it will be an excellent choice."
It's not just ordinary women who think like this, even some saints have such thoughts.
Of course, being a Taoist couple is no small matter. In addition to strength and handsomeness, character is also the most critical factor.
"Let's see if we can have more contact with him in the future and understand his true character."
Some of the saints in Dizhou thought so and quickly withdrew their gazes, fearing that others would discover their thoughts and make others laugh at them.
The battle came to an end, and the news spread to every corner of the ancient world.
The name of Beihuang Chen Qingyuan caused a sensation among all his peers in a very short period of time, setting off quite a wave of discussion. The discussions were all related to Chen Qingyuan, and it was extremely lively.