"One more thing, since this is just a sparring match, don't make it too much. This battle can only last for five hundred rounds at most. If the winner cannot be determined, the battle must be stopped."
Chen Qingyuan just wanted to test Changsun Fengye . With his strength, I don't want to fight with him yet.
There will eventually be a real battle between them, but not now.
"Okay, I agree."
Changsun Fengye didn't want to reveal too much, so he accepted it happily.
So, the two of them went to the front hall of the Song family together.
The news that Chen Qingyuan agreed to fight had already reached the palace, causing everyone to exclaim and look forward to it. The fight between two of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness was rare, and they were the two most controversial among the ten heroes.
The senior officials of Piaomiao Holy Land no longer blocked it and allowed Changsun Fengye to do it. After all, they also wanted to see why Chen Qingyuan was attracted by the vice president of Daoyi Academy.
When Chen Qingyuan stepped into the hall, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"The cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Realm is not bad."
"It is said that Chen Qingyuan's cultivation level has been completely exhausted, and it took him just a few decades to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage. It is really not easy. However, if he wants to arm-wrestle with the Piaomiao Saint, , It's still a lot worse."
"This battle can not only see Changsun Fengye's ability, but also Chen Qingyuan's depth."
People from the Song family and the Piaomiao Holy Land were very interested and kept looking at each other. He looked at the two people standing on the ring with great anticipation.
On a seat on one side, Song Ningyan pursed her lips and looked a little nervous.
In Song Ningyan's memory, she had never seen Chen Qingyuan take action, and she instinctively believed that Chen Qingyuan would not be able to compete with Changsun Fengye, who had been famous for a long time.
When he was violently beaten by the black python in Daoyi Academy, it was a one-sided beating, and Chen Qingyuan's strength could not be seen at all. Besides, when she was being beaten, Song Ningyan was too busy caring about herself to pay attention to Chen Qingyuan.
"Can I trouble the Song family to take action and suppress the restrictions on the arena at the early stage of Yuanying realm."
The eldest son, Fengye, bowed his hands in the direction of the senior members of the Song family and made this request.
"Oh?" The elders of the Song family were slightly startled. They understood that Changsun Fengye was going to fight at the same level as Chen Qingyuan, and they felt a little admiration: "Okay."
Then, a certain elder took action and slightly changed the arena. restrictions on.
Immediately afterwards, Changsun Fengye unlocked the unique secret method on his body and exuded the aura of the early stage of Nascent Soul Realm.
As for its true state, ordinary monks cannot see it, but there are many top powers present, and they can guess a rough idea through some traces. It is estimated that Changsun Fengye has cultivated to the state of transformation.
Chen Qingyuan did not deliberately conceal his cultivation, but used a jade bracelet to conceal the true nature of the golden elixir in his body.
Regarding the matter of the three holy golden elixirs, it must not be revealed to the world. At least it cannot be revealed until Chen Qingyuan has a certain degree of strength.
"It would be interesting to fight in the same realm."
The friendly discussion between the two families just now was purely pretentious and complimentary to each other. The current battle has really aroused everyone's expectations, and they can't take their eyes off it.
Among the crowd, the old head of the family, Song Wenxian, hid in the darkness and was not discovered by anyone.
"This little guy is a descendant of the Qing Sect. It shouldn't be as simple as it seems on the surface!"
Song Wenxian kept looking at Chen Qingyuan and said secretly.
On the ring, Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.
"Where is your spiritual weapon?"
In order to show respect for Chen Qingyuan, Changsun Fengye took out a blue long sword.
Chen Qingyuan's hands were empty and he said softly: "I don't have any handy weapons, so let's just fight!"
Chen Qingyuan did not dare to take out the silver spear of unknown origin easily. According to his speculation, the silver gun must be involved in a huge cause and effect, and cannot be taken out unless necessary.
As for the various weapons in the Xumi Ring, they are all things that cannot be put on the table and are very unsuitable.
Speaking of Lingbao, Chen Qingyuan felt that when he returned to Daoyi Academy this time, he would have to ask the master for it. Before, Chen Qingyuan was only practicing Taoism and improving his cultivation, and did not have time to choose spiritual weapons and Taoist weapons.
"What weapon do you use?"
Changsun Fengye finally persuaded Chen Qingyuan to compete with him. How could it be so crude? It must be taken seriously.
"Anything is fine."
Chen Qingyuan, who practiced boxing more than a hundred years ago, was not very proficient in weapons. After being trained by the girl in red, he has become proficient in swords, spears, halberds and other weapons.
"Sword, is it possible?"
Changsun Fengye asked.
"Yes."
Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly.
Many years ago in the Fuliu Star Region, Chen Qingyuan had a battle with Qin Yutang of the Tianyu Sect, using swordsmanship. However, that matter did not reach the eyes of the big shots in Beihuang, so naturally they did not hear about it.
"Lend you a sword." Changsun Fengye took out a black three-foot sword from the space treasure he carried with him and threw it to Chen Qingyuan: "Remember to return it to me after you finish."
This sword is Changsun's. One of Feng Ye's swords, extremely precious. At the same time, this sword still needs to be polished for a long time, and the owner has not yet been recognized.
Seeing this black sword fall into Chen Qingyuan's hand, the expressions of the senior officials of Piaomiao Palace changed slightly.
This sword comes from a secret place. If it can be repaired, it will be one of the sharpest swords in the world.
Changsun Fengye actually lent this sword to Chen Qingyuan, indicating that he was extremely optimistic about Chen Qingyuan.
Over the years, many sword cultivator elders in Piaomiao Palace have made requests to borrow their swords for inspection, but they were all rejected by Changsun Fengye.
"This sword is very good."
Chen Qingyuan clenched the three-foot black sword in his right hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that there were several deep marks on the sword, which showed that it had been through the vicissitudes of life.
"Show your true ability, don't let me down."
As the battle was about to begin, Changsun Fengye put away his usual elegant appearance, the smile on his lips disappeared, and he became very serious, with sharp eyes.
Chen Qingyuan waved the black sword in his hand a few times, and his cynical expression suddenly disappeared. His expression was solemn, as if he had become another person.
This was the first time Song Ningyan saw such a serious Chen Qingyuan, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Qiang -
As Chen Qingyuan slowly raised the three-foot sword, a sword sound sounded, the surrounding void twisted, and the sword rushed towards Changsun Fengye in front of him.
"The state of returning to nature is very rare among people of the same age."
Changsun Fengye saw Chen Qingyuan's swordsmanship state at a glance, and his eyes were eager to try.
The realm of swordsmanship: entering the hall, uniting the sword and man, returning to nature, the realm without swords.
For the younger generation of sword cultivators, it is already an excellent qualification to be able to practice to the point where the human sword becomes one. It is extremely difficult to comprehend the sword intention of returning to nature in just a few hundred years.
Looking at the Northern Wilderness, the younger generation of swordsmen who can reach this level will never be more than one palm.
"Wow!"
The sword in Changsun Fengye's hand trembled a few times, seemingly excited. Then, he raised his sword and rushed towards Chen Qingyuan, leaving an afterimage on the spot.