200,000 best spiritual stones are equivalent to two complete spiritual veins.
Chen Qingyuan estimated that it was useless to kill Yang Suirong. It was better to change some spiritual stones.
Originally, this battle was just a victory or defeat, but Yang Suirong took a fierce action. In the end, he even wanted Chen Qingyuan's life, and the murderous intention could not be concealed.
When things have come to this point, Chen Qingyuan will certainly not be morcious and treat it in the same way.
Fu Dongliu and others can see that Yang Suirong is murderous, so they can understand Chen Qingyuan's behavior. If it is you, you will erase the enemy who has killed the intention to kill, and you will not keep your hand.
Yang Suirong took out the ancient mirror and became murderous. In fact, there was no fault. His mistake is just a failure, and he has to bear the corresponding consequences.
"Okay, I agree."
After a moment of hesitation, Chen Qingyuan bowed his head and looked at Fu Dongliu.
Fu Dongliu did not hesitate. He turned his palm and took out a Xumi ring and threw it at Chen Qingyuan.
What!
The ring fell steadily into Chen Qingyuan's hands, checked and determined the number of spiritual stones in it.
Then, Chen Qingyuan no longer took action against Yang Suirong, who lost the ability to move in front of him.
With a movement in his mind, he pulled out the Yulan sword inserted in Yang Suirong's chest.
With a sneer, the sword was pulled out, and blood gushed out, which instantly made Yang Suirong a bloody man.
Yang Suirong's face was pale and he looked dying.
"Wow"
The next moment, Yang Suirong couldn't control his body and fell down.
A Tianjiao in Xijiang rushed forward and helped Yang Suirong to seal the bleeding wound and prevent the injury from getting worse.
"Give me all his things, and I can leave with this life."
Although Chen Qingyuan had a blood hole in his chest, he did not hurt the root. He carried his back in one hand and a sword in the other, condescending, like a fairy.
The previous bet cannot be changed.
Fu Dongliu looked indifferent and ordered, "Take off all Yang Suirong's things and give them to him!"
The pride of the western Xinjiang squeezed their lips and looked at Chen Qingyuan with bad eyes. However, they did not dare to disobey Fu Dongliu's order and did it honestly.
After a while, the Xumi ring and Qiankun bag on Yang Suirong's body all fell into Chen Qingyuan's hand, and the rule mark on it had been erased.
Moreover, the ancient mirror with a good history also belongs to Chen Qingyuan.
Now that the bet has been made, it must be fulfilled.
"Take him to a safe place to heal his wounds."
Fu Dongliu said to one person, but he sat back in his original position and did not intend to leave.
This good show has just begun. How could Fu Dongliu leave the stage early?
The battle was ood, and Changsun Fengye began to liquidate gambling funds.
After working for a while, this matter has been turned over.
Chen Qingyuan sat aside, swallowed a few superior elixirs, and closed his eyes to heal.
The proud people of all parties were whispering about it, believing that Chen Qingyuan and Xijiang had a grudge this time. I'm afraid it would not be so easy to solve.
The group of people in the core area of Yanchang Ancient Star, located in the front, are Fu Dongliu, the boss of the western Xinjiang, Shu Tong, the Holy Queen of the Lihua Palace in the southern region, the demons of the 36 sects in Dizhou, etc.
The rest of the Tianjiao are in the rear, staring from afar and daring not to move forward.
The Taoist Buddha stood beside Chen Qingyuan to protect him.
The scene was very quiet and the needle was audible.
After two hours, the boundary around Chen Qingyuan was broken, and a soft force spread around.
Wow--
Chen Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, got up and glanced at the audience, indifferent.
The chest injury has healed, and the lost spiritual power has been restored.
He changed into a clean and tidy white dress and stood on a high hill, not caring about the eyes of his peers.
"Are you all right?"
Fu Dongliu sat not far away, dressed in black, embroidered with gold wire on the corners, showing his luxury.
It's going to be difficult!
Everyone was nervous, as if they saw the picture that Fu Dongliu was about to fight with Chen Qingyuan. They were looking forward to it.
"Okay."
Chen Qingyuan was not afraid, looked at him and replied softly.
"Don't you dare to accept my appointment?"
Fu Dongliu came straight to the point, and his eyes were like knives and sharp.
As soon as this was said, the whole audience was silent.
Chen Qingyuan was expressionless and silent.
After a long time, a demon in the western Xinjiang couldn't help breaking the dull atmosphere and scolded: "I only dare to bully those who are weaker than you, but I have no guts to draw a sword against the strong. People like you are also worthy of being called the pride of the world.
This sentence aroused everyone's discussion. Their eyes at Chen Qingyuan became a little strange, with less awe and more intriguing sarcasm.
If Chen Qingyuan really doesn't dare to fight, then sit down on the label of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. In the future, there will be no prestige among his peers, and there must be a lot of sarcasm about him behind his back.
If Chen Qingyuan fights, he will probably be suppressed by Fu Dongliu, face-to-face, gray-face, and even life-threatening.
Chen Qingyuan never cares about ridicule.
The reason why he shouldn't fight is that he is really afraid?
Chen Qingyuan loves money, but he is by no means a timid person.
If he didn't have the courage to fight with his peers, Chen Qingyuan would not have chosen to participate in the Baimai feast at the beginning.
No war, not fear, but not at that time.
The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.
The most important thing is to hide your shortcomings.
Chen Qingyuan has always been very clear about the truth. There is no demon that grows up, but only a demon, not a strong man.
Exactly, Chen Qingyuan's strength is never all, at most half.
Yes, even in the face of Yang Suirong, who has just used the ancient mirror, Chen Qingyuan has never used more than half of his ability.
Everyone thinks that Chen Qingyuan has such strength and is already the top of his peers. Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyuan is still hiding the bottom card and will never use it unless he has to.
Don't forget that in addition to the foundation of the Sandan holy products, Chen Qingyuan also has a mysterious silver gun.
Many years ago, Chen Qingyuan went to the deadland of the northern wilderness under the guidance of the girl in red. There is a cemetery there, and there is a silver gun at the end.
After getting the silver gun, Chen Qingyuan only studied secretly and never showed it to the world.
Even Master Yu Chenran didn't know about this matter.
Swordsmanship has never been Chen Qingyuan's strongest way.
However, outsiders don't know this and think that Chen Qingyuan's strength has come to an end, so they dare to be so arrogant.
If Chen Qingyuan's strength is enough to crush everyone in his peers, will anyone dare to mock?
In a word, Chen Qingyuan's hiding place was so deep that everyone didn't think much about it.
"Maybe I saw the wrong person."
Fu Dongliu shook his head gently, saying that it was a stupid decision that he regarded Chen Qingyuan as a strong opponent.