Drunk Immortal Gourd

Seeing that Sang Yuan did not intend to cause trouble for him, Ma Xingchen couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. However, judging from the other party's intentions, it was obvious that he did not intend to let Qing Yang go. On one side was the Sang family, the top family in Tongcoff County, and on the other was an unknown bodyguard. Normally it would be a good choice, but now the Holy Son preliminaries are still going on. If he loses one of his guards, he will be even less sure of winning.

Thinking of his own future, Ma Xingchen could only bite the bullet and said: "Senior Brother Sang, that incident has been in the past for a long time. How about I ask him to apologize to you and expose this matter?"

Sang Yuan smiled slightly and said: "For Junior Brother Ma's sake, I can give in one more step, but it is impossible to directly expose it because I can't swallow this breath."

"What do you want?" Ma Xingchen said. Sang Yuan had already reached this point. Ma Xingchen knew that it would not be easy to resolve this matter easily, so he had to give the other party a step down.

Sang Yuan had known for a long time that Ma Xingchen would compromise. He pointed at a guard beside him and said, "Let me, the guard, compete with him. No matter who wins or loses, I won't hold him accountable anymore. How about that?"

Looking at the opponent's confident look, it seems that he has been prepared for a long time. The guard beside him is obviously the strongest among the four. It seems that the opponent will never give up unless Qingyang is taught a lesson. What should he do? If the other party is cruel, he will lose a support.

"If you don't even agree to this request, it proves that you are determined to oppose me. Don't blame me for not giving you face." Sang Yuan urged with a half-smile.

Qingyang didn't want to waste time here because of his own affairs. If it were before using the Mihe Powder, Qingyang might hesitate. At that time, he couldn't use any Qi and could only be beaten without fighting back. Now the Mihe Powder has been repaired. Some of the golden elixir cracks can also mobilize part of the true energy, and it still has a certain combat power against opponents in the pulse opening realm.

Thinking of this, Qingyang took the initiative to stand up and said: "Young master, don't worry, I will accept this matter. If a battle can resolve the grievances between the two sides, I will be happy."

Ma Xingchen also had this intention, so he nodded and said: "In that case, I won't say anything more. I have a middle-grade magic sword that was eliminated before. I will lend it to you for use first. The opponent is too strong. You have to be careful when fighting and try to stay useful."

After Ma Xingchen finished speaking, he took out a middle-grade magic sword from the holding talisman and handed it to Qingyang. Qingyang took it and looked at it. It was not bad. He was worried that the green steel sword he bought was not powerful enough. If you don't use the opponent's armor, now that you have this middle-grade magic sword, you won't be afraid anymore.

Seeing that Qingyang was willing to accept the challenge, Sang Yuan's goal was finally achieved. He winked at the guard beside him, and then the guard's expression turned cold and he attacked Qingyang with a high-grade magic weapon in hand.

Sang Yuan had given the guard a death order a long time ago, and must teach Qingyang a profound lesson. It would be better if he could kill the other party, so as to relieve his anger, so the guard's attack was a killing move. The high-grade magic weapon came with a sound of breaking through the air, and the power was astonishing. This kind of attack was not easy to deal with. Not to mention the pulse-opening monks, even Ma Xingchen who was on the second level of Qi Refining was afraid of it.

Qingyang on the opposite side seemed to be frightened, he even forgot to dodge, and stood there stupidly. Seeing Qingyang was about to be hit, Sang Yuan couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. He had known that this kid was so easy to deal with before. No need to spend so much energy discussing countermeasures.

Ma Xingchen was worried, what happened to Qingyang? How can you be in a daze in the middle of a battle? If you were not sure of victory, why did you have to stand out before? Old Man Zhi had been with Qingyang for many days and couldn't bear his death, so he reminded him loudly: "Young man Qingyang, be careful!"

The masters were fighting each other, and the reminders from outsiders seemed to be of no use. Before Old Man Zhi finished speaking, the guard's high-grade magic weapon did not encounter any obstruction and directly pierced Qingyang's body. Ma Xingchen and others couldn't help but lament in their hearts. Qingyang is dead.

The guard was also surprised. Could it be that this kid was tired of living? Why not dodge? Could it be that he came here to die on his own initiative? I thought this battle would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect that this kid didn't resist at all. This made it easier, and he could complete the task effortlessly.

The high-grade magic weapon stabbed Qingyang. Everyone thought that Qingyang would definitely die this time, but the result was completely different from everyone's expectation. There was no scene of blood flowing, and there were no shrill screams. Not only did the high-grade magic weapon not stabbing Tou Qingyang's body was bounced back instead.

At the same time, Qingyang stabbed with his backhand, and there was almost no obstacle. The middle-grade magic sword directly pierced the armor and stabbed his body. The guard didn't expect that Qingyang's defense was so strong that he couldn't even damage his own high-grade magic weapon. He didn't expect that Qingyang had already been confident and prepared for a counterattack in advance, so he didn't have any defense at all and was directly attacked by Qingyang. Yang Yijian was severely injured.

Qingyang succeeded with the sword, but instead of showing mercy, he drew out the magic sword with his backhand, turned around and retreated behind Ma Xingchen. The damage of the magic sword is much stronger than that of ordinary swords. Although the guard was not stabbed in a vital part, the sword also caused him serious injuries, and his strength dropped by at least 50 to 60%. In the next three days, I am afraid that he will be Kuwahara could not help much.

From Qingyang's attack to his retreat, things happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye. Many people didn't even realize what happened, and the guard suffered heavy losses.

This incident immediately shocked everyone. Old Man Zhi opened his eyes wide and did not recover for a long time. His face was full of disbelief. Ma Xingchen was even more surprised. He never imagined that his guard was so powerful. He could kill him with just one move. He killed Sang Yuan's perfect guard at the Kai Pulse Realm. His body's defense was even more astonishing. Even high-grade magic weapons couldn't hurt him. When did the body-refining cultivator become so strong?

Seeing that Qingyang was not only okay but also injured his own guard, Sang Yuan was shocked and angry for a moment. What surprised him was that Qingyang's methods were beyond his expectation, and he might not be able to get rid of the anger in his chest in a short time. What makes him angry is that his guard not only failed to complete the task, but was also injured, which will definitely affect the preliminaries of the Holy Son. It is really a waste of money.

Sang Yuan wanted to kill Qingyang himself, and he was completely angry, but he knew that Ma Xingchen and others would never give him this chance, not to mention that the method Qingyang showed just now was too powerful, and he was not sure of it. Kill Qingyang without being affected. If there is any further damage on his side, the preliminaries for the Holy Son will be completely ruined.

In order to ensure that there would be no accidents in the preliminary selection of the Holy Son, Sang Yuan could only swallow his breath, glared at Qingyang and Ma Xingchen fiercely, then flicked his sleeves and walked away with his people with a livid face.