Chen Qingyuan was too lazy to pay attention to this person. He raised his head and stared in the direction of the battlefield, took out a bottle of wine and drank a few sips.
At a certain moment, Chen Qingyuan actually came up with the idea of hoping that Wu Junyan would lose. That way, he could see Wu Junyan accompanying Changsun Qian to admire the moonscape.
Dreaming about this scene, Chen Qingyuan was extremely excited and had a strong sense of expectation.
"Master Changsun, you are here."
At this time, the young man just walked to the place where the bet was placed, and immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they all stood up and saluted.
Hearing the sound, Chen Qingyuan looked back.
"Mr. Changsun, our bets are purely for entertainment. We have no disrespect to Piaomiao Palace. Please forgive me."
The group of monks who opened the market had a correct attitude and were sweating profusely.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not here to hold you accountable." This young man's name is Changsun Fengye, he is Changsun Qian's biological brother and the Holy Son of Piaomiao Palace.
Both brothers and sisters are direct bloodlines of Piao Miao Palace, and their talents are terrifyingly strong.
In addition, Changsun Fengye is also one of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness, a double hero in one discipline.
"Where to place the bet? What are the odds?"
Changsun Fengye had been observing the movements in the crowd just now and found that this place was the busiest, so he came to join in. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"Ah?" The man in charge was stunned for a moment: "Sir, do you want to place a bet?"
"Nonsense." Changsun Fengye took out thousands of high-grade spiritual stones, meaning: "Bet on my sister to win. "
"Okay!"
As long as we are not looking for trouble, everything is easy to talk about.
The dealer boss breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully handed the ticket stub to Changsun Fengye.
Listening to the discussions of people around him, Chen Qingyuan roughly knew the origin of Changsun Fengye.
Fortunately, I put on a disguise.
Chen Qingyuan was very grateful for his wit. He stood aside drinking a small drink and pretending to be indifferent.
"Brother, can you buy me a drink?"
Changsun Fengye seemed to be interested in Chen Qingyuan. After placing his bet, he walked towards Chen Qingyuan and said with a smile.
"Huh?" Chen Qingyuan turned around and looked at Changsun Fengye. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a bottle of wine and handed it over: "Take it!"
"Thank you." Changsun Fengye opened the wine cork and smelled it. I smelled the wine. Although this was ordinary wine, what he drank was not wine, but an opportunity to talk: "What do you call me, brother?"
"Can I not say it?"
Chen Qingyuan said.
"Yes." Changsun Fengye liked Chen Qingyuan's character very much, and his interest became more intense: "I am Changsun Fengye, the elder brother of Changsun Qian." "It turns out that he
is the Holy Son of Piaomiao Palace, disrespectful."
Chen Qingyuan pretended. He bowed his hands in salute.
"Brother, there's no need to pretend, you don't have that kind of flattery towards me in your eyes. Although you dress plainly on purpose to hide your origins, you have a good temperament and you are definitely not an ordinary person."
Changsun Fengye held a folding fan in his right hand and a folding fan in his left hand . Holding the wine, he took a sip of the wine after speaking, his eyes kept staring at Chen Qingyuan, not very interested in the changes on the battlefield.
"The Holy Son must have seen it wrong. I am just a layman."
Chen Qingyuan denied it strongly, for fear that if he said a few more words, his identity would be revealed.
Brother, I'm begging you, please leave quickly!
If possible, Chen Qingyuan would run away if he wanted to. However, if you do that, you will miss this good show.
Because of the relationship between eldest son Fengye, many people looked at Chen Qingyuan with curiosity.
"Laity is good, I also want to be a laity."
Changsun Fengye is famous for being gentle and elegant, provided that he is not offended. If you are an enemy of him, you will understand what it means to be a smiling scholar and his vicious methods.
Rumor has it that some senior officials in the Piaomiao Palace wanted to depose Changsun Qian as a saint. The reason why they never succeeded was because of Changsun Fengye's intervention.
Changsun Fengye remembered all the senior officials of the Holy Land who proposed to abolish Changsun Qian, and then turned around and beat up their juniors one by one.
Moreover, Changsun Fengye made bold statements that if Changsun Qian's position as a saint was deposed, he would no longer be worthy of being a saint.
As a result, those high-level officials did not dare to say anything more and had a headache.
In order to protect its own face, Piaomiao Palace changed to a saint with a better image. It was indeed right!
It is not wrong for the eldest son Fengye to want to protect his sister's dignity and status.
All I can say is that it depends on whose methods are more ruthless and whose fists are harder.
Obviously, Changsun Fengye looks like a white-faced scholar, but in fact he is extremely decisive and ruthless in his actions. If not, he would not be able to secure his position as the Holy Son, which would force the senior officials to compromise.
The "Boom"
war is still going on, and the fight has exceeded thousands of rounds.
Chen Qingyuan looked at the situation on the battlefield and felt that the battle was about to be decided.
For some reason, when Chen Qingyuan looked at Wu Junyan's sword intention, he felt something familiar, but it was difficult to describe it.
"Did Old Wu learn the Taoist techniques of Xuan Qing Sect before?"
Chen Qingyuan said secretly.
impossible!
Never heard of this.
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, just ask Lao Wu directly later!
On the battlefield, Wu Junyan knocked away the long ax in Chang Sun Qian's hand with a sword, and also avoided Chang Sun Qian's magical attack.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Junyan ducked to Chang Sun Qian's side and struck out with a fierce sword.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, Chang Sun Qian's body flew backwards and hit the ground, causing a deep pit with a diameter of 100 meters to appear.
There was a long sword mark on Chang Sun Qian's shoulder, and the energy and blood in her body kept boiling, as if she had been seriously injured.
The next moment, Wu Junyan was standing in the sky above Chang Sun Qian. The sword in his hand had already been released, hovering between Chang Sun Qian's eyebrows. The sword was extremely powerful and sharp.
"You are defeated, don't bother me from now on."
Wu Junyan put away the sword, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly.
Although she lost, there was no sense of defeat on Chang Sun Qian's face. Her eyes kept staring at Wu Junyan, and a kind of admiration gradually developed in her heart.
I am not a person who keeps my promises. I will definitely haunt you in this life. Wu Junyan, you can't run away.
Changsun Qian was a little disappointed because she couldn't let Wu Junyan accompany her to play. However, there is still a long time in this life, and there is always a chance.
Wu Junyan left, like a white light, disappearing without a trace.
"Let's go! Don't be embarrassed standing here."
Regarding the outcome of this battle, Changsun Fengye stepped forward and said without too many surprises.
"Brother, I must catch up with him!"
Changsun Qian set a goal, her voice was as beautiful as the sound of a piano, but her figure seemed uncoordinated.
"With your appearance now, who can think highly of you?"
Changsun Fengye said helplessly.
"Brother, Wu Junyan looks at me very plainly, which is different from other people. As long as I can impress his heart, he will definitely not care about my appearance. Moreover, when my cultivation goes further, I will definitely be able to return to my previous appearance. , I won't wrong him."
Changsun Qian said.
"You don't think it's embarrassing, I think it's embarrassing, let's go."
Being watched by countless pairs of eyes, Changsun Fengye grabbed Changsun Qian's shoulder with one hand and led her away from Baiyu Mountain.
After this battle, Wu Junyan's reputation rose to a higher level. People from all walks of life were talking about this matter and deeply admired him.
"Wu Junyan's swordsmanship is hard to find an opponent among his peers."
"Miss Changsun is so fierce, she actually lost." "
The result of this battle just proves that only Mr. Wu can surrender to a figure like Miss Changsun."
All forces began to Looking for traces of Wu Junyan, I want to extend an olive branch and form a good relationship.
At the same time, Chen Qingyuan exchanged the gambling tickets, put the won spirit stones in the Qiankun bag, and quickly contacted Wu Junyan with the sound transmission jade talisman.