"Not only was the boy safe and sound, he also successfully entered the palace."
"This bunch of trash."
Qin Yuan's face turned gloomy and livid.
Looking at the raging red flames rolling in front of him, Qin Yuan was silent for a moment, raised his hand to summon the jade talisman of communication, clapped his big hand, and a message was sent out.
"Chen Ling, I'll give you a taste of the pain first. After my bloodline is repaired, I will settle the score with you. People who have offended me have never had a happy ending."
A red sword so fiery that it was as if it had been condensed into flames spurted out from his eyes, causing violent ripples as his cold voice penetrated the flames.
…
As the son of the master of the second palace, Qin Yuan has a background that is unmatched by anyone in the entire Shenwu Palace.
There are naturally not a few warriors clinging to him.
The fourth hall, the disciples’ residential area, Mo Peak.
In an exquisite house on the top of the mountain, a young man in golden clothes who was practicing suddenly opened his eyes.
The young man raised his hand to summon the jade talisman for communication, glanced at it, and frowned immediately.
"Chen Ling?"
"That boy seems to be following Yang Xuan, which is a problem."
"However, if we just give him a taste of the pain and fight openly and honestly, Yang Xuan will have nothing to say."
As soon as he thought of this, the young man's brows widened and his figure immediately swept out of the room.
The young man left the top of the mountain and appeared in a courtyard on the mountainside.
"Jiang Li."
The shouting ended, and soon, the closed door was opened, and a young man in white came out: "Captain, what's the matter?"
"I'll give you a task."
"There is a newcomer named Chen Ling. Go and teach him a lesson. Don't go too far, but don't give him too much advantage."
"Chen Ling." Jiang Li's eyes lit up: "Captain, you mean the newcomer who offended Qin Yuan and Ouyang Hong?"
"That's him." The young man nodded.
"But captain, where is Yang Xuan?" Jiang Li frowned.
"It's fair and aboveboard, what can Yang Xuan say? What I'm most worried about now is that if Chen Ling doesn't agree to the fight, then there will be no way to play."
"Don't agree? Hey, captain, if I give you enough temptations, he will naturally agree. What do newcomers lack most?" Jiang Li grinned slyly.
"Contribute." The young man's face perked up, and he immediately said with a smile: "Leave it to you. This is Qin Yuan's personal order. Once the matter is completed, there will be many benefits."
"Thank you captain, I will definitely finish it." Jiang Li said excitedly after hearing this.
…
One day later.
"Chen Ling, get out of here."
A loud shout suddenly swept across the entire mountain peak.
Whoosh!
Yang Xuan swept across the courtyard like lightning, stood on the top of the mountain, stared at the visitor, frowned, and said coldly: "Jiang Li, who gave you the courage to come here and act wild?"
Not only Yang Xuan was alarmed, but the disciples on several surrounding peaks were also alarmed and rushed out to watch this scene.
Facing Yang Xuan, Jiang Li would be lying if he said he was not afraid.
However, his target is Chen Ling.
"Senior Brother Yang, I'm just here to see Chen Ling, how dare you act wild here."
"I don't think I know you, do I?" Chen Ling walked out quickly and stared at Jiang Li suspiciously.
Disciple in white, half-saint.
If you can recognize Yang Xuan, he is probably an old disciple of the Fourth Hall.
"Hey, Chen Ling, someone asked me to teach you a lesson. Do you dare to accept the challenge?" Jiang Li grinned and said with a serious smile.
Qin Yuan.
Chen Ling's pupils shrank.
"This Chen Ling is too capable of causing trouble. First it was Qin Yuan, then Ouyang Hong, and now Jiang Li."
"Jiang Li is from Mo Feng, and he is following Mo Liancheng. I'm afraid this is because of Mo Liancheng's instructions."
"Although Yang Xuan is not weak in strength, and there is Si Xingfei, who has never been seen before, but Chen Ling is like a hornet's nest, full of trouble, hehe."
Yang Xuanyin had a sullen face and said coldly: "Jiang Li, after staying in the Fourth Hall for two years, your face seems to be getting thicker and thicker? Are you dating a newcomer? Who gave you the face?"
"Get out of here right now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Although Yang Xuan was powerful, being so humiliated made Jiang Li tremble with anger, and his heart was filled with rage.
But he didn't dare to talk back to Yang Xuan. With this lunatic's character, if he talked back to him, the latter would definitely dare to beat him up.
He stared at Chen Ling closely: "I heard that although you are a half-step Holy Spirit, your strength is comparable to that of a real Half-Saint. Coincidentally, I am also a Half-Saint."
"If you can block my three moves, I will give you 500 contribution points. If you can defeat me, I will give you 1,000 contribution points plus a Holy Forging Pill."
hiss!
A shocking sound suddenly sounded in the sky.
"Damn, this Jiang Li is too generous."
"Blocking three moves is equivalent to 500 contribution points. It takes at least two missions to get that much."
"Hey, that sounds nice, but do you think Chen Ling can get it?"
"Although Jiang Li is only a Half-Saint, he is an old man from the Fourth Hall, and his strength is many levels stronger than the average Half-Saint."
"Not to mention Chen Ling, even the strongest newcomer this time is no match for Jiang Li."
The crowd was huge, including old people and newcomers, and there was a lot of discussion.
Chen Ling's face darkened slightly.
Block three moves for 500 contribution points, and defeat him for 1,000 contribution points plus a Holy Forging Pill.
For him, it is definitely a huge temptation.
However, the opponent's strength is very terrifying.
Of course he can feel it.
"Junior brother, refuse him, you are no match for him." Yang Xuan looked at Chen Ling and said calmly with an expressionless face.
"Yang Xuan is already angry. I'm afraid Jiang Li won't be able to escape and get beaten today." Someone familiar with Yang Xuan murmured.
"Chen Ling, weren't you very arrogant yesterday? Why are you so weak now?"
A cry of ridicule suddenly echoed in the sky.
Chen Ling looked up and saw Wen Lanqi standing next to Ouyang Hong with a sneer on his face.
There are more and more people around.
"Senior brother, what do you think my chances of winning against Jiang Li are?" Chen Ling suddenly asked.
An imperceptible joy flashed in Jiang Li's eyes.
Chen Ling was tempted.
"There is no chance of winning." Yang Xuan's pupils shrank and he took a deep breath and said: "Junior brother, reject him. You have just entered the palace. There is nothing shameful about it. You can get it back in the future."
"No chance of winning?"
Chen Ling raised the corner of his mouth and said slowly: "Brother, I have a plan."
Seeing Chen Ling's strange expression, Yang Xuan's heart tightened.
"Jiang Li, right? In this case, if I can block three of your moves, I will get 500 contribution points, plus the Holy Casting Pill. Otherwise, please leave."
Casting the Holy Pill is extremely precious. When a warrior reaches the semi-saint level from the peak of Martial Lord, not only the will level transforms into the Holy Spirit, but also the True Qi evolves towards a higher level.
Casting the Holy Pill can allow the true energy in a warrior's body to reach the semi-saint level, or even break through to the semi-saint level.
This is what he desperately needs.
Jiang Li smiled brightly and said, "Okay."
So what if it’s just a promise of 1,000 contribution points?
Chen Ling simply couldn't do it.
"Chen Ling."
Yang Xuan shouted angrily.
"Are you crazy?"
"Senior brother, I am measured. Although I am no match for him, I can still hope to block three of his moves." Chen Ling said with a smile.
"Damn it." Yang Xuan cursed secretly. He suddenly felt that this junior brother was crazier than him.
Seeing Chen Ling's determined look, Yang Xuan rubbed his head in distress.
It was an honest fight, even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop it. (To be continued)