Tian Yuan

Chen Qingyuan didn't bother to pay attention to this person, looked up at the direction of the battlefield, took out a jug of fine wine, and took a few sips.

At a certain moment, Chen Qingyuan actually thought of wishing Wu Junyan to lose.In that way, he could see Wu Junyan accompanies his grandson Qian to enjoy the landscape moon.

Fantasizing about this scene, Chen Qingyuan was extremely excited, giving birth to a strong sense of anticipation.

"My grandson, you are here."

At this time, the young man from just now 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.

"My son, our bet is purely for entertainment, and we don't mean to be disrespectful to Misty Palace, please forgive me."

The group of monks who opened the market had a correct attitude and were sweating profusely.

"It's okay, I'm not here to hold you accountable." The young man's name is Changsun Fengye, he is Changsun Qian's brother, and also the Holy Son of Misty Palace.

Both brothers and sisters are direct bloodlines of Misty 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.

"Where to bet? What are the odds?"

Changsun Fengye had been watching the movement in the crowd just now, and found that this place was the most lively, so he came over to join in.

"Ah?" The man in the dealer was stunned for a moment: "My lord, do you want to place a bet?"

"Nonsense." Changsun Fengye took out thousands of high-grade spirit stones, meaning: "Bet on my sister to win."

"okay!"

As long as you don't come to find fault, everything is easy to talk about.

The boss of Zuozhuang breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the bet stubs respectfully to Changsun Fengye.

Listening to the discussions of the people around, Chen Qingyuan probably knew the origin of the eldest grandson Fengye.

Fortunately, I disguised myself a bit.

Chen Qingyuan was very thankful for his wit, and stood aside drinking some wine, putting on an indifferent look.

"Brother, can you buy me a drink?"

Changsun Fengye seemed to be interested in Chen Qingyuan, and after making a bet, he walked towards Chen Qingyuan and said with a smile on his face.

"Huh?" Chen Qingyuan turned his head and looked at Changsun Fengye, hesitated for a moment, took out a jug of wine, and handed it over: "Take it!"

"Thank you." Changsun Fengye opened the wine cork and smelled the aroma of the wine.Although this is Fanjiu, what he is drinking is not wine, but a chance to talk: "What's your name, Xiongtai?"

"Can I not tell?"

Chen Qingyuan said.

"Yes." Changsun Fengye liked Chen Qingyuan's character very much, and became more interested: "I am Changsun Fengye, the elder brother of Changsun Qian."

"It turned out to be the Holy Son of Misty Palace, sorry for your disrespect."

Chen Qingyuan bowed his hands in a false gesture.

"Brother, you don't have to put on an air. You don't have that kind of flattery to me in your eyes. Although you deliberately dress ordinary to cover up your background, you have a good temperament. You must not be an ordinary person."

Changsun Fengye held a folding fan in his right hand and fine wine in his left hand. After speaking, he took a sip of wine and kept his eyes on Chen Qingyuan, not interested in the changes on the battlefield.

"The Holy Son must have read it wrong, I am just a layman."

Chen Qingyuan strongly denied it, for fear that if he said a few more words, his identity would be revealed.

Brother, I beg you, let's go!

If possible, Chen Qingyuan would slip away if he wanted to.However, if you do that, you will miss this good show.

Because of the eldest grandson Fengye's relationship, many people looked at Chen Qingyuan with curiosity.

"Good layman, I want to be a layman too."

The eldest grandson Fengye is famous for being gentle and refined, provided that he is not offended.If you are an enemy of him, you will understand what a smiling scholar is, and his methods are vicious.

According to gossip, it is rumored that some high-level officials in Misty Palace wanted to abolish Changsun Qian's position as a saint, but the reason why they were unsuccessful was because of Changsun Fengye's actions.

Changsun Fengye memorized all those 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 uttered bold words, if Changsun Qian's position as a saint was abolished, he would not be a saint son either.

As a result, those high-level officials did not dare to say a word, and they suffered from headaches.

In order to protect its own face, Misty Palace changed to a saint with a better image, it was true!

Changsun Fengye wanted to protect his sister's dignity and status, and it was right.

It can only be said 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, it would be impossible for him to sit firmly on the position of Holy Son, forcing all the high-level officials to compromise.

"Boom"

The war is still going on, and the fight has exceeded thousands of rounds.

Looking at the situation on the battlefield, Chen Qingyuan felt that the battle was about to be decided.

For some reason, when Chen Qingyuan looked at Wu Junyan's sword intent, he felt somewhat familiar, but it was hard to describe it.

"Could it be that Lao Wu has learned Xuanqingzong's Taoism before?"

Chen Qingyuan said secretly.

impossible!

Never heard of this thing.

Forget it, don't think about it, just ask Old Wu directly later!

On the battlefield, Wu Junyan lifted the long ax in Changsun Qian's hand and avoided Changsunqian's magical attack.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Junyan dodged to Changsun Qian's side, and slashed fiercely with his sword.

"Bang dong!"

With a loud noise, Changsun Qian's body flew upside down and fell to the ground, making a deep pit with a diameter of [-] meters appear impressively.

There was a long sword mark on Changsun Qian's shoulder, and the blood in her body kept churning, as if she had suffered serious injuries.

The next moment, Wu Junyan stood above Changsun Qian, the sword in his hand was already out of his hand, hovering between Changsunqian's eyebrows, the sword was extremely powerful and extremely sharp.

"You lost, don't bother me from now on."

Wu Junyan put away the sword, put his hands behind his back, and said in a cold voice.

Although she lost, Chang Sunqian did not have the frustration of defeat on her face.She kept her eyes fixed on Wu Junyan, and a kind of admiration gradually arose in her heart.

I am not a person who keeps promises, I will definitely pester you in this life.Wu Junyan, you can't escape.

Changsun Qian was a little disappointed and couldn't let Wu Junyan play with her.However, there is still a long time in this life, and there is always a chance.

Wu Junyan left, like a ray of white light, without knowing where he was going.

"Let's go! Don't be ashamed to stand here."

For the result of this battle, Changsun Fengye didn't have too many surprises, so he stepped forward and said.

"Brother, I must catch up with him!"

Chang Sunqian set a goal, her voice was as wonderful as a piano, but her figure seemed uncoordinated.

"With your current appearance, who can take a fancy to you."

Changsun Fengye said helplessly.

"Brother, Wu Junyan looks at me very calmly, which is different from other people. As long as I can touch his heart, he will definitely not care about my appearance. Moreover, when my cultivation level improves, I will definitely be able to restore my previous appearance , will not wrong him."

Chang Sunqian said.

"You don't feel ashamed, I feel ashamed, let's go."

Watched by countless 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 has risen to a higher level. All parties in the territory are talking about this matter, and they deeply admire him.

"Wu Junyan's swordsmanship is hard to find an opponent among his peers."

"Miss Changsun is so aggressive, she actually lost."

"The result of this battle just proves that only Mr. Wu can surrender to Miss Changsun."

Various forces began to search for Wu Junyan's trace, wanting to extend an olive branch and forge a good relationship.

At the same time, Chen Qingyuan exchanged the gambling ticket, put the won spirit stone in the Qiankun bag, and quickly contacted Wu Junyan with the sound transmission jade talisman.