Chapter 37: Sorry, Senior, You May Not Be Able to Save Yourself This Time!

After waving away the two of them, Liu Qingyuan dialed the phone and said in a deep voice: "Brother Tianyang, Li Qingyue is here, but he didn't get the Yunling Wood."

"If you don't get it, forget it." Zhang Tianyang said calmly.

"This Lu Qingfeng is so useless. He is no match for Li Qingyue. Why did Brother Tianyang let him cooperate with me?" Liu Qingyuan said in confusion.

"Li Qingyue was an accident. Not many people in your college can defeat her."

Zhang Tianyang said: "I'm being targeted. You should be careful lately, especially this Jiang Chen."

"Is there a problem with Jiang Chen?" Liu Qingyuan said in a solemn voice.

"There is a big problem. I thought he was a descendant of martyrs and had no relatives, but I didn't expect that he had a backer behind him."

Zhang Tianyang said in a deep voice: "I shouldn't have thought about his medal before, but now it's too late."

"What does Brother Yang mean that day?" Liu Qingyuan asked doubtfully.

"Find a way to deal with him, and the escort team will deal with the aftermath for you." Zhang Tianyang said coldly.

Liu Qingyuan's expression changed slightly: "Solve it? He has a backer behind him. If we really kill him, won't we cause trouble?"

"Don't worry, the war in Southwest City is urgent. They are already preparing to go to support, and they don't have the energy to pursue it."

Zhang Tianyang said calmly: "Besides, we can't let them investigate. Now I can't even sleep well."

"I understand, why are you looking for Lu Qingfeng? Does he dare to kill him?" Liu Qingyuan asked.

"Lu Qingfeng is one of ours and can be trusted." Zhang Tianyang said.

Liu Qingyuan continued: "Tianyang Pavilion, there is one thing I don't understand. We don't have the Martyr Medal, so why should we be afraid?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Zhang Tianyang said coldly, and then hung up the phone.

"Huh? They really don't have the Martyr Medal? However, it seems that Zhang Tianyang knows it."

Jiang Chen frowned: "There is an emergency in Southwest City. Are the practitioners from Jiang City going to provide support?"

If the Medal of Martyrs is not in their hands, then whose hands is it?

He took out the martyr medal left by his father. Even now, he still doesn't know what the secret is.

If there was really a big secret, Ling Yuying should have noticed it long ago.

At this time, Liu Qingyuan contacted Lu Qingfeng again.

"Brother Tianyang asked us to kill Jiang Chen, are you sure?" Liu Qingyuan asked.

"As long as Li Qingyue is not here, I am sure to kill him." Lu Qingfeng said confidently.

Liu Qingyuan asked worriedly: "Where are the psychic gloves?"

Jiang Chen's strongest thing is still his pair of psychic gloves.

"I have my own way. Keep an eye on him. If he goes out alone, let me know." Lu Qingfeng said.

"Are you going to use that thing?" Liu Qingyuan's expression changed slightly.

Lu Qingfeng said confidently: "You know in your heart that Jiang Chen will die."

Jiang Chen looked at his phone. Is Lu Qingfeng sure to kill him? Don't even care about psychic gloves?

That thing, what is it?

However, this news can be considered a new development, right?

Two teachers, should they give themselves some support?

If you can't win, sue the teacher. Isn't this the normal process for a good student?

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen sent the recording to Ning Baichuan: "Teacher, the medal is not in their hands. Now they plan to kill him. How to do it?"

"Is it Li Qingyue that Lu Qingfeng is afraid of?" Ning Baichuan muttered, "It's okay. That little girl has a good relationship with Ling Yuying."

"I don't think there is any need to trouble Li Qingyue. She is working hard to break through. Give me another ninth-grade psychic weapon and I promise to press Lu Qingfeng to the ground and rub it."

Jiang Chen said confidently.

He was very aware of the power of the psychic gloves. Three ninth-grade spiritual clans were severely injured, let alone Lu Qingfeng.

"That's a good idea." Ning Baichuan laughed and said, "You need to take those gloves back. Okay, I'll ask Teacher Ling to inform Li Qingyue."

Jiang Chen was a little disappointed when he failed to get the second piece of psychic equipment.

With a pair of psychic gloves, a ninth-grade man would have no opponent. If he had another pair, he could walk sideways.

However, it's okay. When he reaches the ninth level, he can still walk sideways!

"By the way, Lu Qingfeng seems to be Lu Chengshan's nephew, please pay attention." After Ning Baichuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Is he his nephew?" Jiang Chen was startled, but he didn't expect that there was such a relationship.

"No matter what the relationship is, if you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed!"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly and put away his phone.

Soon, a strange message was sent: "I am Li Qingyue, and I will follow you."

"I am just a bait now." Jiang Chen looked at the message and murmured.

Just look at that fish who is not afraid of death and dares to bite his bait.

After saving Li Qingyue's number, Jiang Chen went out to find food.

I just upgraded and am still hungry.

After buying a lot of food, Jiang Chen went back to the small building and ate until evening.

When Yang Yuqing and others came back, they were no longer surprised by his appetite, but they just couldn't figure out how he survived until now.

The descendants of the martyrs can’t afford to eat like this with the little subsidies they receive.

They ate until nine o'clock in the evening before Jiang Chen left with the Yunling Wood branches.

Entering the dense forest again, Jiang Chen didn't hide this time and just hurried on with all his strength.

In just a few minutes, he had arrived at the place where he fought for the Yunling Wood last night.

I gathered some firewood, built a fire, and placed the Yunling wood on the fire.

Ordinary flames cannot directly burn the Yunling Wood, and will stimulate the smell inside.

Most people can't smell this smell. It's very weak and cold. The Eldar are very sensitive to this smell.

As the flames burned, a plume of black smoke rose up from the Yunling Wood. The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and the flames almost went out.

"In the middle of the night, burning wood to attract spirits, junior is really in a good mood."

The indifferent words resounded, and Lu Qingfeng walked out of the darkness.

Jiang Chen slowly stood up and looked at him: "Senior, are you dissatisfied with today's humiliation and come here to seek revenge?"

"I'm here... to take my life!"

Lu Qingfeng's eyes turned cold, and the long sword was unsheathed, and the golden spiritual energy illuminated the night sky: "If it weren't for Li Qingyue last night, you would have died!"

"Senior, did you forget my gloves?"

Jiang Chen sneered, and his palms stimulated spiritual energy, and the majestic spiritual energy surged out.

"This pair of gloves can't save you!"

Lu Qingfeng sneered, and the sword light hit the spiritual energy gloves.

Buzz

Long sword, hands, the moment of contact, a stream of red and black intertwined air emerged from the sword, turned into claws, and grabbed the spiritual energy.

Jiang Chen hurriedly circulated his blood and qi, and seven blood and qi lines were added.

Boom

The mighty force vibrated, and the sharp claws combined with the sword light actually broke the spiritual energy and defeated the blood.

The terrifying power surged, Jiang Chen groaned, and his body retreated, forming a deep gully wherever he passed.

After retreating several meters, Jiang Chen stabilized his body, his throat felt sweet, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth: "Spirit Clan? How can you not be afraid of my blood?"

The sharp claws just now were definitely from the Spirit Clan, but they were not suppressed by human blood!

"Because, you are too weak."

A sinister voice sounded, and an illusory figure flew out of Lu Qingfeng's body and hovered above his head.

The strong smell of blood permeated from the illusory figure, and the whole body was scarlet blood, completely different from the ordinary spirits.

"Psychic gloves can't save you!"

Lu Qingfeng sneered, took a step forward, and the spirits above his head followed closely.

"Blood Evil Spirit!"

The cold and angry voice sounded in the night sky.

Lu Qingfeng's body froze, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Li Qingyue?"

This voice, it was Li Qingyue's voice!

He didn't have time to think, a deadly killing intent attacked from behind.

"Sorry, senior, you may not be able to save yourself this time!"

Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold, seven blood and qi streams rushed out of his body, circling around him!