In the middle region, that side is in the broken world.
Qin Xuan's eyes returned to calmness, and he stepped onto the sacred chariot as if nothing had happened.
His eyes slowly fell on Jiang Bowen, and he said calmly: "What can you and the four of you think about?"
At this moment, Jiang Bowen and the others looked at Qin Xuan, with endless shock, awe, and even fear in their eyes.
It was so terrifying. This battle was beyond their imagination!
But even so, the Qin Changqing in front of him still looked like he was downplaying and not trying his best.
His expression changed slightly, and Jiang Bowen smiled bitterly, "Bofa, you really have made acquaintance with an amazing big shot!"
"A dead soldier?"
Jiang Bowen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I will agree!"
"No big deal, everyone knows that they will die one day, and a dead person will die. If you can protect the uncle, the Jiang family, it doesn't matter if you die!"
He reached out and directly held the bronze dragon face in his hand.
In just a moment, the bronze dragon face broke free from Jiang Bowen's hand and covered its face.
As Jiang Bowen's body trembled, he immediately seemed to get something from the bronze dragon's face and sat down cross-legged.
On the side, Zhao Meng and Tong Qingge's expressions changed suddenly.
Zhao Meng was a little silent. She raised her head and looked at Qin Xuan, "What if I don't choose? Sir, what will happen?"
Qin Xuan said calmly: "With your fate, I am like the dust of dust. As long as it does not interfere with me, there will be no worries about life and death."
“Don’t worry!”
Zhao Meng gritted her teeth slightly, struggling and hesitating.
"Hurry up, otherwise, Jiang Bofa and the others will be here soon!" Qin Xuan said lightly: "If we don't make a decision within nineteen breaths, I will reject it as you and the other three!"
As the sound fell, the three of them were struggling to the extreme.
They are all the pride of a wealthy family, so how could they be willing to become the victims of others?
However, seeing how powerful and terrifying Qin Xuan was, they knew that if they could rely on Qin Xuan, what they would gain would be far greater than the background of the three of them.
At about the sixteenth breath, Tong Qingge suddenly took a step forward and said, "I promise!"
"In troubled times, I don't want to be a weakling, just a burden!"
He seemed to remember the scene when he was rescued by Tong Qingyu, his body trembled faintly, and he grabbed onto the bronze surface.
Zhao Meng finally sighed softly. She said nothing more and touched the bronze surface.
The same is true for Ling Feixian. The four of them have all made their decisions at this moment.
Qin Xuan glanced at the four people lightly, his sleeves shook slightly, and then he put the four people into his sleeves.
Immediately, including the sacred car, he also put it away at this moment.
"Brother Changqing, what is this?" Qin Hongyi asked from the side.
“Go to Zhendong Ancient City!”
Qin Xuan said calmly, "I have already warned Cangyun Qing. Since he is seeking death, then..."
Behind Qin Xuan, the chaos wing suddenly spread out, "It's as he wishes!"
Chaosjie Wing shook, extinguishing the auras of Jiang Bowen and the four people here. At the same time, he took Qin Hongyi and rushed towards the ancient city of Zhendong.
About ten breaths later, from a distance, four figures, dragging their severely injured bodies, arrived at this scene.
Jiang Bofa and the others looked at the broken world, riddled with holes and devastation.
"As expected!" Jiang Bowen gritted his teeth.
"Look, he won!" Tong whispered silently, and the holy spear in his hand trembled slightly.
The four of them fell into an almost deathly silence.
Since the outbreak of endless anger and resentment, the four of them have almost calmed down a little.
"us
Four people were saved by him again!"
Ling Feisheng clenched his fists, "But, Xian'er... I will never forgive him!"
"Although its strength is terrifying, one day I will definitely surpass it!"
"You guys, are you going back to Zhendong Ancient City?" Zhao Huan suddenly spoke, causing the other three people to look slightly shocked.
"Go back to the ancient city of Zhendong? The Five Mountains Imperial Garden is still more than ten years away from opening. I won't go back!"
"What's more...if anyone knows, I have already fallen..."
Jiang Bowen looked at the broken world, and his voice was extremely cold at this moment, "Of course, it was Qin Changqing who arranged the plan, but those ancient creatures are the ones holding the sword."
"If they don't die, how can I, Jiang Bowen, have the dignity to return to the city!"
"The four of us will leave here and see you again at the Imperial Garden Competition and the battle between the cities!"
Immediately, Jiang Bowen stepped forward, dragging his severely wounded body into the air.
Tong Qingyu and the others looked at Jiang Bowen's back, and everyone turned around.
His back no longer felt as relaxed as before in the city, and his shoulders seemed to be burdened with endless burdens.
Regret, anger, resentment...
Immediately, a rainbow flashed across the sky, and the four of them completely disappeared in this place. They could not pass by in this vast middle area.
…
In the ancient city of Zhendong, Cangyun Qing slowly walked out of the house where he was.
He frowned, as if he felt a kind of uneasiness. This uneasiness became more and more serious as time went by, making him feel restless.
"Is it because of Qin Changqing? Or is it because..." Cang Yunqing lowered his head and looked at his hands, "Am I afraid?"
His hands shook and he suddenly clenched his fists.
"If the Thirteen Holy Guards take action, even a saint will fall. How can Qin Changqing survive!"
"Fear, Qin Changqing and I have never fought before, why are we afraid!?"
Cang Yunqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath, as if to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
"That's it!"
He stepped out of the house where he was and walked towards the city.
Cangyun Qing didn't seem to have any purpose. People came and went, and all around him, eyes full of envy and awe were focused on him, which seemed to make him feel a lot better.
Unknowingly, Cangyunqing walked to the Imperial Garden.
At this moment, people gathered around the Imperial Garden. There were two people fighting in the Imperial Garden.
One of them is Su Yuan who was taken advantage of by Qin Xuan.
Another person, named Han Qi, was the son of a saint in the ancient city of Zhendong. He was once ranked thirteenth in the city rankings.
The two were fighting and fighting. Although Han Qi was not weak, in the end, Su Yuan paid a heavy price and was defeated in the Emperor Garden.
Cangyun Qing looked at them and shook his head slightly. Although the strength of these two people was not weak, they were still far behind him.
"Although Qin Changqing defeated Su Yuan instantly, his power cannot be compared to that of the saint!"
Cang Yunqing laughed at himself, "It's too unfounded to worry. The Thirteen Holy Guards are here in person. How can he be alive?"
"It's a pity that Jiang Bo sent four people, I have already warned them!"
"I didn't want to kill anyone, but I decided to use my neck to test the sword!"
In the Imperial Garden, the four-sided curtain slowly fell, revealing the figures of Su Yuan and Han Qi.
Cangyun Qing also wanted to turn around and go back. The moment he turned around, his expression suddenly became stiff, and his eyes were trembling faintly, looking at the two people who were not far away in front of him, no more than ten feet away.
A man in red clothes dances lightly, with a slightly pitiful expression on his face.
A man, dressed in white as snow, stands with his hands behind his back.