Chapter 222 Make money, I'm serious

He actually refused to fight!

Everyone was stunned for a long time. On second thought, it seemed that no one said that they must agree to the appointment.

Moreover, Fu Dongliu is the boss of the young generation in western Xinjiang. His strength is unfathomable, and there are few people who can fight against him head-on. Chen Qingyuan's disagreement with the first war is clearly the best choice.

Thinking about this clearly, most people calmed down and looked at Chen Qingyuan with strange eyes, wondering what would happen next.

"Do you refuse?" Fu Dongliu was also stunned for a moment: "Are you afraid?"

"What do you want to say?"

Chen Qingyuan didn't care at all.

Face, can you eat it as a meal?

What the world values most is what Chen Qingyuan doesn't need.

If he had good face, Chen Qingyuan would have starved to death when he was a child. Most of the senior officials of Xuanqing Sect are poor, not strong and aggressive, and rely on several spiritual veins of their ancestors to maintain their lives.

When Chen Qingyuan had the ability to make money everywhere, Xuanqingzong had a new atmosphere. The disciples in the door got more resources, and the private money of the seniors and others also had settled.

"I heard that although you are only the cultivation of the first infant, you can compete with the Holy Son of the Star-picking Tower in the divine realm." Fu Dongliu couldn't figure out Chen Qingyuan's brain circuit and wanted to fight for it: "You obviously have this ability, why don't you want to compete with me?"

"Why should I compete with you?" Chen Qingyuan asked.

"Ah?" Fu Dongliu's cold image collapsed directly.

After a moment of daze, Fu Dongliu calmed down and muttered, "You set up the ring, and the battle book is also written by you. Now in the face of my invitation to fight, you refuse to fight, which is really ridiculous.

"Let's make it clear. Can there be my signature on the war letter? Have I ever said that I would accept anyone's appointment?

Chen Qingyuan replied.

There are only the names of Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha in the war book. Chen Qingyuan is only responsible for all kinds of chores and does not participate in the battle.

It's so tiring to fight. It's not comfortable to collect money.

"This..." Fu Dongliu really took out the war book and read it carefully several times, but did not see any flaws.

For a moment, the scene seemed a little dull and the silence reached the extreme.

"Chen Qingyuan, if you don't dare to fight with my boss, then let me do it."

A demon from Xijiang said, breaking the deadlock.

"No fight."

Chen Qingyuan didn't even look at the man and refused without hesitation.

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

"You don't even have the courage to fight. How dare you invite your peers to fight?" A demon in the western Xinjiang began to start trouble and said loudly, "Friends, this guy clearly wants to tease me. Get out of here quickly!" It's a waste of time to stay here.

"Indeed, it is understandable that he dare not fight with Fu Dongliu, because I don't have the courage. However, in the face of the provocation of others in the western Xinjiang, he actually didn't care. He really didn't deserve the name of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness.

"I didn't expect this farce to end in this way."

"I thought the Baimai feast would reach a stage of big competition, but it seems that I thought too much."

The heroes who watched the bustle opened their mouths one after another and kept belittling Chen Qingyuan.

Listening to everyone's comments, Chen Qingyuan was angry.

It's not because of derogatory words that I'm angry, but because my hard-won business is about to be ruined.

At a certain moment, Chen Qingyuan seemed to see countless spiritual stones falling from his arms, with heavy losses.

The reason for all this is the group of boys in western Xinjiang.

Originally, people in western Xinjiang bet on Changsun Fengye to win, which made Chen Qingyuan no profit. Now Xijiang is stirring up fire again, which makes Chen Qingyuan want to sit and make money.

It's tolerable, but it's unbearable.

Whush!

Chen Qingyuan suddenly flashed into the sky, pointed to the demon in the western frontier with his right, and asked coldly, "Kid, what's your name?"

"Yang Suirong."

The demon of Western Xinjiang, who has been provoking things, is named Yang Suirong. He is dressed in a light blue long shirt and a jade pendant hanging around his waist.

The evil figure of the sixth vein of Western Xinjiang has a good reputation.

"Since you want to fight, I will make you all." In order to continue the business, Chen Qingyuan couldn't avoid the war: "However, we agreed in advance that this battle is not in vain. We have to bet something."

"Finally, I dare to take the battle. I thought you would shrink all the time." Yang Suirong put his hands in his chest and didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. He looked indifferent and smiled: "What do you want to bet on?"

"I'll bet on you as much as you have."

Chen Qingyuan has never played like this before, and it is easy to offend people to death. But this time, he will mand an exception.

Bet on family property!

After everyone heard it, their expressions changed instantly.

Yang Suirong's smile froze, looked serious, and said in a low voice, "I took out my family's background. What are you betting on?"

"I'm afraid you're too poor to waste my time. If I can't afford it, it's okay for you to pay for this life.

Chen Qingyuan's spiritual stone wealth, all the demons of the 18 veins in the western Xinjiang combined together, it is estimated that it can barely be flat. The spiritual stones earned over the years are full of many Xumi rings and universe bags.

"Oin!" Although Yang Suirong was a little unwilling to gamble, he made up this matter by himself. He couldn't lose his momentum and said bravely, "I bet with you!"

"Swear!" Chen Qingyuan said coldly.

In order to prevent Yang Suirong from regretting after the war, Chen Qingyuan must do this.

It is the safest way to make a heartfelt oath.

If Yang Suirong swears that he dares to repent in the future, then the Taoist heart will be damaged and stop here for the rest of his life.

"You are the same."

Yang Suirong said loudly.

"Of course."

Who is afraid of who.

Chen Qingyuan either doesn't fight. Once he decides to fight, he must go all out.

Then, both of them made a vow.

"There's a good show."

Changsun Fengye, who was healing, stabilized his injury a little, so he got up and went to a suitable position and decided to watch the next battle.

Chen Qingyuan has not made many shots, so he can't miss it.

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

It's not a big deal for a group of people to watch the hustle and bustle.

"The showdown of gambling is really rare."

The heroes of the 18 veins of western Xinjiang secretly told Yang Suirong not to underestimate the enemy and to find the right opportunity.

"Chen Daoyou, are you still sitting in the village?"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd.

I almost forgot!

After hearing this, Chen Qingyuan hurriedly replied: "Of course, you are sitting in the village. You should bet quickly!" Don't worry, I can afford it."

"Crazy, go and deal with it."

Chen Qingyuan looked at Changsun Fengye, who was preparing to watch the play, and arranged the gambling for him.

Changsun Fengye really didn't have a rest, so he had to be busy.

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan was still idle to open the village, the people in the western Xinjiang and the women in the Lihua Palace in the southern region all showed strange expressions, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

This guy is such a talent!

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Suirong looked at Chen Qingyuan, who was still collecting gambling money. His forehead was covered with black lines and cursed, "Chen Qingyuan, do you still want to fight?"

I'm not very interested in fighting.

I'm serious about making money.

Chen Qingyuan proved this with practical actions.