Chapter 1844 The Battle of Qingying

The wooden house was usually very peaceful. Except for Zhao Yuxi and Miao Cuiling, almost no disciples came to see Xiao Chen. Now, both inside and outside the house, they were surrounded by Qinglan Holy Palace disciples. `

"Junior brother Xiao Chen, it is said outside that you killed many Liu family guards and many casual cultivators in the mountains at the foot of the mountain. Is this true?" Entering the house, an anxious Zhao Yuxi asked straight to the point.

"Yes, Junior Brother Xiao Chen, is it all your fault?"

"Also, Junior Brother Xiao Chen, when you didn't come back, I heard people from the Chamber of Commerce whispering that the two elders of the Liu family and Liu Wuyou might also be dead. Did you kill them?"

Disciples rushed to ask questions, their faces full of curiosity and excitement.

Looking at these inquiring senior brothers, Xiao Chen sighed softly, shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. He really didn't expect these disciples to be so gossipy.

"So be it." Xiao Chen said vaguely with a smile on his indifferent face.

Swallowing, her heart was shaken, Zhao Yuxi said in surprise: "Junior brother Xiao Chen, I didn't expect you to be so courageous. Seventy or eighty guards of the Liu family died at your hands."

Seventy or eighty lives, how cruel is that method? All the disciples were secretly frightened, feeling a chill behind their backs. Xiao Chen, who usually seemed honest and didn't talk much, turned out to be so ruthless.

"This time the Liu family's vitality has been seriously damaged."

"Junior Brother Xiao Chen, you really are the one hiding in the mountains and assassinating each one one by one. I admire you!"

"The most important thing is that even Liu Chengfeng and the others can't be found. Those casual cultivators who want to get the reward are simply asking for death. Junior Brother Xiao Chen, kill well."

Zhao Yuxi and others praised Xiao Chen one after another, giving Xiao Chen a thumbs up.

"But the Liu family will never let you go. Junior brother Xiao Chen, you must be mentally prepared. If the palace master does not interfere in your affairs, Liu Chengfeng and the others will definitely hunt you down." After praising him, Zhao Yuxi He frowned slightly, sighed softly, and said worriedly.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you are worrying too much. If Liu Chengfeng and the others can really kill Junior Brother Xiao Chen, will Junior Brother Xiao Chen be able to come back?" A disciple patted Zhao Yuxi on the shoulder and smiled happily, not worried at all.

After pondering for a moment and moving his eyes slightly, Zhao Yuxi said to Xiao Chen: "Junior brother Xiao Chen just came back. Liu Chengfeng and the others saw it, but they didn't act excessively. I always felt that something was wrong. They behaved too much for such a big hatred. Are you calm?"

"Junior Brother Zhao is right.

Junior Brother Xiao Chen, you’d better be careful in the future. "Miao Cuiling nodded in agreement, frowned slightly, and said softly.

Although with Xiao Chen's current strength, he was not afraid of Liu Chengfeng and Liu Ruoqing, he still nodded slightly, it was always right to be careful.

After a brief conversation, Miao Cuiling and others went back to do other things. Tomorrow was the Qingying Battle, and they needed to prepare the arena and tea and wine for the guests.

The Battle of Qingying is a contest between the disciples of Qinglan Holy Palace and Phantom Holy Palace. Both sides select three disciples to fight. Two out of three games will be won. Whichever side wins two disciples will win.

In the previous two battles of Qingying, Qinglan Holy Palace was defeated by Phantom Holy Palace. If it loses again this time, it will be three consecutive defeats. By then, Qinglan Holy Palace will not know where to put its face.

The next day, the Shengyun Chamber of Commerce, the Liu Family, the Zhang Family, the Phantom Holy Palace and other forces came to the table one after another. The seats were located around the bottom of the square. The disciples of the Qinglan Holy Palace had already prepared the seats for various large and small forces, and laid out fruits, tea, wine, etc., as hosts. , can’t neglect it.

The Qinglan Holy Palace and the Phantom Holy Palace were sitting on the steps below the main palace. There were not many people coming to the Phantom Holy Palace, only a dozen people, who were the senior officials of the Phantom Holy Palace and the disciples participating in the competition.

As for the arena, of course it is the square of the Qinglan Holy Palace. It is just a simple line drawn out of the arena. Falling outside the line is considered a loss. Of course, there is no such thing as a boundary in a high-altitude battle. `

The rules of the competition are very simple. You cannot take pills, use hidden weapons, or kill people. Anyone who violates this rule will lose.

The whole place was silent. The disciples of the Phantom Holy Palace were looking at the disciples of the Qinglan Holy Palace with eager eyes. The eyes of other high-ranking officials were gloating at the senior officials of the Liu family, while the eyes of the senior officials of the Liu family were filled with cold murderous intent. Staring at Xiao Chen, Caiyun, Wu Changkong and Master Wanqian looked at Xiao Chen with strange eyes, with a hint of expectation in their eyes, and the atmosphere seemed a bit strange and depressing.

The Liu family has the smallest number among all the major and small forces. There are only three people, Liu Chengfeng, Liu Ruoqing, and the first elder Liu Yunzhong. In the past, there would be Liu Wuyou, the third elder, the second elder, and some Holy Spirit masters, but now there are only three people.

It was not difficult for everyone present to guess that the few people from the Liu family who did not come were most likely dead. Those gloating and slightly mocking glances also made Liu Chengfeng and the others look very embarrassed, but because of this His heart was filled with rage.

However, when the people present thought of this new disciple of Qinglan Holy Palace, they couldn't help but be afraid. He assassinated seventy or eighty guards of the Liu family. Now even Liu Wuyou and the two elders have disappeared. Everyone invariably thought of Xiao Chen. do.

Therefore, after glancing at the three Liu family members with schadenfreude, the eyes of the top leaders of the major forces also turned to Xiao Chen, who was a disciple of the Qinglan Holy Palace.

In the Battle of Qingying, Jiang Ming, who was originally going to be the protagonist, was ignored by everyone at this moment. Instead, Xiao Chen became the protagonist. Jiang Ming was extremely angry, and the flesh on his face was twitching from time to time. His dark eyes, Sweeping towards Xiao Chen, there was also a faint murderous look from time to time.

"Your Excellency Xiao Chen's strength is quite well hidden. Haha, this time the Liu family has hit the wall." Wu Changkong, who was sitting on the left side of the square, said with a faint smile. He accidentally met Xiao Chen's eyes. He nodded politely to say hello.

"This battle of Qingying is probably the most exciting one. It's really exciting." A charming smile appeared on her pretty face, her seductive body exuded a fascinating fragrance, and her beautiful eyes formed a beautiful crescent moon. , her red lips parted slightly, Caiyun smiled charmingly, and that sweet and melodious voice made the surrounding men's hearts flutter.

The title of the most beautiful woman in Taiyong City is not something to be denied. Except for the eyes that glanced at Xiao Chen, all the men in the audience glanced at Caiyun's alluring and graceful body intentionally or unintentionally.

Master Wan Qian on the side was playing with his white beard casually, but his old face was a bit solemn: "I'm afraid something big will happen today."

"What's the big deal?" Caiyun and Wu Changkong couldn't help but look at each other, both seeing the astonishment in the other's eyes, and asked at the same time.

However, Master Wan Qian remained silent, making the two of them depressed.

"Thank you all for coming to the Qinglan Holy Palace to watch the battle of Qingying today." Fang Qianxing stood up from the main seat, clasped his fists and smiled politely at the senior officials of various forces below.

"Palace Master Fang, you're welcome." A charming smile appeared on her pretty face, Caiyun said with a faint smile.

Slightly arching his hands, the Zhang family advocate Qingyun smiled lightly and said: "The battle of Qingying is a contest between the two genius disciples of the Holy Palace. Naturally we don't want to miss it."

"Palace Master Fang, start quickly." While everyone was being polite, Liu Chengfeng, who was on the right side of the square, said with a hint of impatience, his face obviously looking very ugly.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly and glanced at Liu Chengfeng with a slightly angry look. After a while, Fang Qianxing smiled slightly and said, "Let's get started."

Ding Yan, who was wearing a white robe on the side, nodded to a disciple behind him. The disciple slammed his feet to the ground, flew onto the square, and shouted at the same time: "I'll come first!"

This man is in his early thirties, tall and burly, and is Song Tianliang, the chief disciple of the Phantom Holy Palace. He is dressed in a white robe and a long shawl. His face is clean and his appearance is quite regular. His cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Holy King, and he is powerful. .

"In the middle stage of the Holy King, he is truly amazing. He is worthy of being a genius disciple of the Phantom Holy Palace."

"Having reached the middle stage of the Saint King at such a young age, your future achievements will definitely be good!"

Song Tianliang stopped in the square, which immediately caused a burst of noise from the surrounding area. They were all filled with praises and envious glances.

He was tall and burly, with quite the aura of a strong man. He glanced at Jiang Ming with a slightly cold and arrogant gaze. Song Tianliang grinned and said: "Jiang Ming, come up. You don't want other disciples to fight with me, do you?"

"Hmph! Arrogant guy!" Zhao Yuxi snorted coldly, frowning slightly.

"That's a bit arrogant, but I don't know if Jiang Ming can beat him yet. This person's strength is definitely not weak." Looking at Zhao Yuxi who was unhappy, Xiao Chen smiled lightly.

Seeing Song Tianliang's cold, arrogant and slightly contemptuous expression, Jiang Ming's face darkened slightly, a hint of unnoticeable ferocity flashed across his eyes, and he said with a hint of indifference: "They want to fall in love with me but they still don't agree."

If other disciples were allowed to fight, they would definitely lose the first battle, and other disciples would not dare to fight.

After saying that, he was about to fly out. Fang Qianxing hurriedly whispered: "Jiang Ming, Song Tianliang's cultivation is not weak, so don't underestimate the enemy."

Jiang Ming nodded slightly, touched the ground with the soles of his feet, floated out lightly, and landed steadily on the square.

Jiang Ming has already broken through the middle stage of the Saint King, and Song Tianliang has just broken through the middle stage of the Saint King. The strength of the two can be said to be comparable.

"The middle stage of the Holy King is just for me to see how much progress you have made in the past three years, but I still tell you first, our Phantom Holy Palace will still win this time." There was no fear on his face, but there was a bit more joking, Song Tianliang smiled lightly.

"Don't speak too early. Do you really think you can win me?" The flesh on his face twitched. Song Tianliang's coldness, arrogance and arrogance really made Jiang Ming furious. Jiang Ming said with a bit of anger, and his fists were also Hold on tight.

Everyone in the audience became quiet, and their eyes were focused on the two of them. The disciples of Qinglan Holy Palace were secretly nervous. The two were equally powerful, and they didn't know whether Jiang Ming could defeat Song Tianliang.

"Then I'll show you how to win." The joking smile on his face became a little more playful, and his contemptuous gaze became even more intense. Song Tianliang said with a faint smile, full of confidence.

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