In a secret corner of the empire, birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and fairy mist is curling up.
A cliff and a waterfall.
There is a huge rock under the waterfall, and the water hits the rock, making a loud "crash" sound.
A young man dressed in purple is suspended in the void above the stone, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Her black hair is spread down her back, her skin is as fair as jade, her eyebrows are thick, and her facial features are exquisite.
Wisps of pure spiritual energy wrapped around his body, and finally penetrated into the center of his eyebrows, where they were refined.
"Buzz"
This is an independent small world, where the void is distorted and a blurry figure appears.
A will from the Kunlun world came to wake up the young man in purple who was practicing in seclusion: "Child, it's time for you to wake up."
The young man in purple heard the elder's voice, slowly stopped practicing and opened his eyes.
Buzz——
A faint golden light burst out from the young man's eyes, which was full of charm.
Jiang Liubai, his name.
Any force that does not belong to the thirty-six sects of the Imperial State is the direct disciple of a certain big boss in the Kunlun world.
He has been cultivated secretly, and no one outside has ever known his identity, and even many Mahayana monks have not seen him.
"What's the matter?"
Jiang Liubai grew up alone and rarely talked to his elders. Therefore, he developed a withdrawn character, which was very similar to Wu Junyan's temperament.
This will was not Jiang Liubai's mentor. He did not salute and had a very indifferent attitude.
It's not that Jiang Liubai doesn't understand etiquette, but that he has this proud qualification.
In this regard, the beings in Kunlun Realm did not think there was anything wrong, it was completely normal.
"Fight against your peers."
The vague figure spoke.
"is this necessary?"
It's not that Jiang Liubai looks down on the world's heroes, it's that he is really strong.
Once upon a time, Jiang Liubai left this place and went to many prosperous places in the empire to understand life and seek opportunities for breakthrough.
During that time, Jiang Liubai encountered what the world calls the top evildoers of the Ancient Sect. He didn't think there was anything outstanding about them, and he could suppress them with just a raise of his hands and feet.
"Yes." The figure in the void nodded and said, "It's a very important matter. We can only win, not lose."
"I see."
Jiang Liubai didn't ask who his opponent was, and looked indifferent.
There is only one day left before the final battle.
Hundreds of stars, everywhere in the starry sky.
A group of powerful men with advanced cultivation are discussing secretly, and they can't think of anyone among the younger generation of Dizhou who can come forward.
When the monks heard the news about Chen Qingyuan, they did not dare to underestimate him and were very surprised.
"Double elixir saint, proficient in many top magical powers, and also controls a silver gun of unknown origin."
"Since ancient records, there have been countless monsters with the foundation of the Double Pill Saint Grade on one hand. Although this guy Chen Qingyuan is weak in cultivation, his true combat power is definitely among the top among his peers."
"The first person in Western Xinjiang was defeated by him and almost lost his life."
"No matter how strong Chen Qingyuan is, he will definitely not be as good as Dongtu Buddha."
"The feast of hundreds of veins in this era is far better than before."
This is the real prosperous world, where hundreds of veins compete.
The monks were looking forward to this battle, their palms were sweating and they were quite nervous.
The younger generation often looks at Chen Qingyuan with complicated thoughts.
Especially people from the Eighteen Lineages of Western Xinjiang.
"Dongliu, is this kid very strong?"
The elders from Xijiang asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Fu Dongliu nodded and said, "Very strong."
"No one can guarantee that you will be undefeated in your life, so don't worry about it. The future is still very long, and you have plenty of opportunities to defeat your past opponents."
The elders were afraid that Fu Dongliu would have inner demons, so they patiently tried to persuade him.
"I see."
Fu Dongliu kept looking in the direction of Chen Qingyuan with a solemn expression.
Involuntarily, Fu Dongliu thought of the day he fought with Chen Qingyuan. He was certain that Chen Qingyuan still had hidden cards and had not used all his abilities.
"Today, can you see him taking action with all his strength?"
Fu Dongliu pursed his lips tightly and said secretly.
The next day, it was time for the battle.
Chen Qingyuan stopped meditating and stood up, with sharp eyes and ready to fight with all his strength.
"If you can't defeat us, it's okay to admit defeat. The most important thing is to save your own life."
Dugu Changkong said earnestly.
"Well, this junior knows."
Chen Qingyuan saluted.
On the side, Yu Chenran’s face was heavy.
In the past few days, Yu Chenran has been secretly calculating that it is a sign of great misfortune.
"If you can't win, just bow your head. It's no big deal. In the future, when your cultivation level improves, we will slowly regain our position."
Yu Chenran warned with a worried look.
"yes."
With Chen Qingyuan's temperament, of course he would not do anything stupid.
If you really want to fail, you won't lose a piece of meat if you bow your head and admit defeat. As long as you give your best, Chen Qingyuan's Taoist heart will not be greatly affected.
"Go!" Yu Chenran stepped forward and patted Chen Qingyuan on the shoulder, expressing high hopes.
He bowed to his master and headed towards the battlefield barrier.
Walking forward slowly, long hair fluttering.
Countless pairs of eyes gathered, Chen Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged and his heart was as calm as water.
"Brother, you must come back safely."
On the warship of the ancient Song family, Song Ningyan clasped her hands, a deep look of worry appeared in her eyes, and whispered to herself.
"Old Chen, nothing will happen to him!"
In the area of Miao Miao Holy Land, Changsun Fengye knew that he could not help, so he could only pray silently in his heart.
"Who will Dizhou send to come forward?"
Only in the game of top players can young people have the opportunity to perform and fight for the interests of their respective camps. In this way, the occurrence of top wars can be avoided and the problem can be solved.
"I'm afraid the saint sons of various sects are no match for Chen Qingyuan."
The evil figures in the thirty-six sects of the Imperial State have all seen Chen Qingyuan's power with their own eyes and know that they are not as good as him.
When Chen Qingyuan arrived at the battlefield, the huge vortex deep in the starry sky changed and began to rotate. The laws were flowing with thousands of rays, containing mysterious meanings.
A young man wearing purple brocade clothes walked out of the whirlpool. He was nine feet tall, handsome and handsome.
"who is he?"
Thousands of pairs of eyes fell on the young man in purple, and they all looked suspicious.
"Never seen it before."
High-level officials from all forces communicated with each other, but no one knew the origin of the young man in purple.
"His body seems to be covered by a layer of mist. It's really strange that with my ability, I can't see through his cultivation realm."
A certain Mahayana monk observed carefully, his brows furrowed, and he was very surprised.
"He was entrusted with an important task by a top power, so he is definitely not an ordinary person."
Facing the gazes of monks from all walks of life, Jiang Liubai's expression remained unchanged and calm.
That person is my opponent.
Jiang Liubai glanced at Chen Qingyuan, his expression indifferent.
Cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage?
You specifically asked me to come out to fight, to deal with a guy in the Nascent Soul Realm, are you serious?
The first thought that came to Jiang Liubai's mind was doubt, and a trace of contempt flashed deep in his eyes.