Chapter 192 If you don't have to talk about it, then fight

Chen Qingyuan's approved brother must try his best to protect him.

In those years, Han Shan was bullied by the Four Holy Sects. After Chen Qingyuan knew it, he rushed over without any hesitation and left safely with Han Shan.

Now that Wu Junyan is in trouble, Chen Qingyuan certainly can't sit idly by.

Even if Wu Junyan finally solves the problem alone, he will definitely have to pay an unimaginable price.

If Chen Qingyuan didn't know about it, that's all right. Now that he heard the news, he will definitely come forward to help.

"Crazy, do you just watch Lao Wu being bullied? Don't you know how to help?"

Chen Qingyuan turned his head and looked at Changsun Fengye.

"Brother Wu said he didn't need my help."

Changsun Fengye replied.

"He is a fool, and there is no need to listen to what he says. You're really, your brain is also not good. Even if you two don't have a good relationship at present, you are all from the north. How can you be bullied by outsiders?

Because Chen Qingyuan regards both of them as excellent friends, he also hopes that they can get along well.

"I..." Changsun Fengye's face looked a little aggrieved, and he stopped talking.

I'm not really cold-blooded. As long as Wu Junyan asks for help, he will definitely not refuse. However, Wu Junyan's mouth is too hard. What can I do?

Changsun Fengye simply kept silent to see how things would develop.

"He killed my person who picked the Star Tower, and I have to pay the price."

Because of the Taochen Buddha standing on Chen Qingyuan's side, Wan Ling was very afraid and did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

Wan Ling can ignore Chen Qingyuan, but he can't underestimate the Taoist Buddha.

"That's the person who picked the Star Tower." Chen Qingyuan's momentum did not drop, and he raised his voice and said, "As far as I know, if you want to seize the opportunity of Wu Junyan, thus causing the disaster of killing yourself, you deserve to end up like this."

"No matter what you say, he can't leave safely."

Wan Ling waved his hand, and hundreds of young people in the same clothes appeared around, all of whom were the true disciples of the Star Tower.

This matter is not a lot of trouble. All the disciples of the Star Tower who got the news came as fast as possible. For the dignity of the sect, it is also for the ancient scriptures in Wu Junyan's hands.

"If you don't have to talk about it, then fight." Chen Qingyuan is not scared. Although he has rarely taken action over the years, it does not mean that he is not bloody.

Qiang--

The sword came out of the sheath, and Chen Qingyuan held the Yulan sword, and the corners of his clothes swung slightly, and the momentum was domineering.

I didn't want to do it before.

After all, the problem that can be solved with your mouth is meaningless and adds to worry.

Now, Chen Qingyuan is too lazy to say anything. If he wants to fight, he will fight. Whoever is afraid of whom.

"There are a hundred people, how can you stop me?"

Chen Qingyuan glanced around, and the sharpness of the sword in his hand made many people timid.

"Amitabha."

Daochen Buddha took a step forward, and the meaning was clear.

The old monk said in advance that no matter what happens, Buddhism will always be on Chen Qingyuan's side. As a Dongtu Buddha, we naturally adhere to the will of Buddhism and have no doubt.

"Let's count me in!"

In this case, Changsun Fengye couldn't pretend that nothing had happened and sighed, which was a bad temper of Wu Junyan.

Will you die if you bow your head and ask for help?

Changsun Fengye cursed in his heart, closed the folding fan in his hand, and held it tightly.

Looking at Chen Qingyuan and others who were not timid, everyone in the Star Tower was a little uneasy.

If you really want to go to war, you must die.

At that time, one of the disciples of the Star Tower will definitely fall.

No one wants to be that unlucky person, and he is stray.

The Hundred Veins Feast has just begun. If you die like this, you will leave infinite regrets.

"War!"

Seeing that the people in the Star Tower refused to give in, Chen Qingyuan no longer hesitated and stabbed Wan Zero with a sword.

The pupils contracted rapidly, and the body subconsciously moved backwards.

Then, Wan Ling's hands showed a round posture, grabbing the stabbing sword.

"Bang!"

After a few breaths, it shattered Chen Qingyuan's swordsmanship. At the same time, he flashed to the highest place and kept a distance from Chen Qingyuan.

"If you can fight with me for 500 rounds, this matter has been revealed. If not, you can't interfere in the matter of Wu Junyan and the Star Tower.

Although Wan Ling looks indifferent, he is still worried about the safety of his disciples.

Once a war breaks out, Wan Ling has the power to protect himself, but the ordinary Tianjiao does not have this strength. Whether it is the Taoist Buddha or the eldest grandson Fengye, they are not good people and can't be ignored.

"Yes."

Chen Qingyuan said.

This method can minimize casualties and benefit both sides.

If you really want to fight, Wu Junyan will force your spiritual power. If you are injured again, it will damage the foundation. This price is irreparable.

Wan Ling and Chen Qingyuan don't think they will lose.

What will happen depends on their own abilities.

"Except for the top demons at the same level, no one can fight with the Holy Son for 500 rounds."

"The nameless people in the northern wilderness are definitely not the opponents of the Holy Son."

"With the power of the Holy Son, it will definitely suppress its peers and spread all directions."

The Tianjiao of the Star Tower was very confident in Wan Ling. He clenched his fists and said secretly.

A huge area is vacated in the central position here, which has become a battlefield for both sides.

With a wave of his left hand, a weapon similar to a copper coin appeared in the palm of his hand.

What is this?

The treasure of ten thousand, seven-striped copper coins.

A total of seven wisps of Taoist lines are engraved on it, which carries the power of the Taoist rhyme of the ancestors of the Star Tower, and the power is extremely strong.

A crisp sound of "Ding", Wan Ling flicked his finger and threw the seven-striped copper coins into the air.

The next moment, the seven-striped copper coins quickly became bigger and suspended on the top of Wanling's head, and countless wisps of colorful colors slipped down from the edge of the copper coin, like a canopy, eye-catching.

"Go!"

Then, the palm of ten thousand slaps came out.

The seven-striped copper coins took the opportunity to go towards Chen Qingyuan.

At this moment, both of them showed their own cultivation fluctuations.

As a holy son, Wan Ling is naturally a monk in the age of the god.

As for Chen Qingyuan, it seems very bleak, only the early realm of Yuanying.

Since Chen Qingyuan created the foundation of the three elixirs, it will take a long time and countless spiritual power to break through a small realm in the future.

Boom!

Chen Qingyuan cut out a sword, and the sword light fell on the seven-striped copper coin, leaving no trace.

Whush!

At the critical moment, Chen Qingyuan dodged and avoided Wan Ling's attack.

Subsequently, Chen Qingyuan waved several swords in a row and cut the void, but failed to repel the seven-striped copper coins.

"The Son of the Star Tower, I'd like to see how capable you are."

After testing these swords, Chen Qingyuan no longer hides his clumsiness and temporarily stepped into the realm of half a step without a sword. The sword power he waved out was much stronger than just now.