Chapter 226 A war ten years later, the peers were shocked

Fu Dongliu did not hate Chen Qingyuan, because Yang Suirong's failure was his own lack of ability. If he lost, he would lose. He couldn't blame anyone.

He wants to fight with Chen Qingyuan, but he just feels that Chen Qingyuan is relatively strong and regards him as his opponent, that's all.

"You are a conny."

The prides of the western Xinjiang did not pay attention to Chen Qingyuan and scolded loudly.

A pair of eyes stayed on Chen Qingyuan, sighing in his heart, and they all thought that Chen Qingyuan did not dare to fight. It was really shameful. However, most of the people present would certainly not have the courage to fight with Fu Dongliu.

After all, Fu Dongliu is the first person of the young generation in western Xinjiang. He once beat down all the demons of the 18 veins of western Xinjiang and stabilized the position of boss.

Who dares to underestimate Fu Dongliu with such a solid record?

"Lao Chen..." Changsun Fengye listened to all kinds of unbearable remarks and stared at Chen Qingyuan beside him, which was a little distressed.

The Taoist Buddha seems to be relatively calm. He once saw the ancient cause and effect power carried by Chen Qingyuan with his own eyes, and got the guidance of the Buddhist abbot. He knew that Chen Qingyuan was not as simple as he saw on the surface.

"Fu Daoyou, he is just a proud man in the northern wilderness, and you are the leader of the western Xinjiang. Such persecution seems to be a little big and small.

Wang Shutong of Lihua Palace opened his mouth. It seemed to be to get out of trouble for Chen Qingyuan. In fact, he was belittling Chen Qingyuan and making the fire burn more vigorous.

"It makes some sense."

Fu Dongliu replied.

"It's boring."

The demons in Dizhou sat side by side. I thought there was a more lively play to watch, but I didn't expect Chen Qingyuan to dare to say a word. It was really disappointing.

"People in the north, that's all."

Even if Chen Qingyuan defeats Yang Suirong, he can't win the respect of the top demons of his peers. Because there are many people present who can defeat Yang Suirong and win with an absolute posture, and they are not injured at all.

Oh.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan smiled.

Everyone's facial expressions froze, and his eyes looked straight at Chen Qingyuan, slightly puzzled. I don't know why he laughed.

Is he laughing in a hurry?

I dare not fight to cover up my embarrassment.

Many people think so.

Chen Qingyuan was just silent, not thinking about whether he could win Fu Dongliu, but asking himself the meaning of this battle.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Qingyuan had an answer in his heart.

He can be thick-skinned, but he can't let people trample on his dignity.

The behavior of people in western Xinjiang has violated the principle of Chen Qingyuan.

Since you want to fight, then fight, what is there to be afraid of?

"I took your invitation."

Chen Qingyuan looked flat and his eyes were clear.

Whow--

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked.

The group of people who mocked Chen Qingyuan just now were temporarily stunned.

"Is he stimulated and can't stand the pressure to fight?"

Most people think so.

"He is very calm and his eyes are clear. The remarks of outsiders do not affect his heart at all. I'm afraid I'm going to take it seriously in this battle.

Only those top-level demons saw different things with a solemn face.

"Maybe the battle between him and Yang Suirong just now is not all his strength."

A very small number of evil people secretly speculated and had a strong interest in Chen Qingyuan.

How much energy is hidden in the body of an infant monk?

The scene was quiet for a long time. Everyone in Xijiang looked at each other in a stone, raised the corners of their mouths, and showed a proud smile, as if they had seen Chen Qingyuan being trampled under Fu Dongliu's feet.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Fu Dongliu opened his mouth.

"I'm afraid." The first word Chen Qingyuan said made everyone wrong. Then he continued, "I'm afraid that I'll kill you. The old guys in Xijiang won't give up."

Everyone was shocked and shilt as cold as cicadas.

The eyes of the women in the pear blossom palace flashed brilliantly, and their red lips opened slightly, as if to say a sentence: "How dare he..."

The pride of all walks of life opened his mouth and never thought that Chen Qingyuan would dare to say such arrogant words. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Fu Dongliu is the boss of Xijiang!

No matter how evil you are, Chen Qingyuan is only one of the ten masters of the Northern Wasteland, a monk in the Yuanying period.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the eldest grandson Fengye, who is known as the top ten, is difficult to share the balance with Fu Dongliu.

Fu Dongliu's strength makes the saints of all sects in Dizhou very afraid and dare not be the enemy of him head-on.

There are too many legends about Fu Dongliu. I can't explain it in a few words.

"It's the first time I've heard someone dare to talk to the boss like this."

A Tianjiao in Xijiang was stunned for a long time, rolled his throat a few times, and said with a trembling sound.

"I'm afraid of killing the boss. Why did Chen Qingyuan say such a thing!"

In the eyes of everyone in Xijiang, Fu Dongliu's majesty cannot be blasphemed.

"He wouldn't think that he could have a good time with the boss if he defeated Yang Suirong! With the boss's ability, Yang Suirong can be suppressed in a turn of hands. The two are not on the same level at all.

Everyone never thought that things would turn into this. It was really lively and worth looking forward to.

Fu Dongliu did not laugh at Chen Qingyuan's words, but still looked cold: "If you have the ability to kill me, the old guys in Xijiang will not bother you."

"It doesn't matter. If the older generation comes forward, it won't hurt me."

Chen Qingyuan believes in the ability of his master, and Daoyi Academy is not a mess.

"Why fight?" Fu Dongliu was more confused about this and couldn't figure it out: "People like you should not be affected by a few words from outsiders."

"Because you make me very unhappy."

Chen Qingyuan's reason is very simple.

Hearing the sound, Fu Dongliu was silent.

After a while, Fu Dongliu said, "Since you are not happy, teach me a lesson with your fist!"

"It will." Chen Qingyuan said, "I will make you understand one thing."

"What's the matter?"

Fu Dongliu asked.

Fighting with me is the most wrong decision you have made in your life. I will be a nightmare in your life.

Chen Qingyuan's tone was very cold, and what he said was very outrageous.

Strangely, everyone could not have a trace of sarcasm when they heard it, and there was an inexplicable panic and a trace of fear in their hearts.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Fu Dongliu smiled, not laughing, but seriously.

"Ten years later, outside the territory of Yanchang Ancient Star, the first battle is high and low."

Chen Qingyuan set up a specific war period.

"Okay." Fu Dongliu nodded.

With four eyes facing each other, the air is filled with a strong sense of killing.

The feast of Baimai is about to usher in a new climax. The battle between the first person in western Xinjiang and Chen Qingyuan was like a bomb explosion, and the storm swept all over the ancient world.

Ten years is not too long for monks, and many people have begun to wait.