Chapter 37: Sorry, senior, you may not be able to save yourself this time
Chapter 37 Sorry, senior, you may not be able to save yourself this time!
waved them back, Liu Qingyuan made a call and said solemnly: "Brother Tianyang, Li Qingyue is here, but Yunlingmu didn't get it."
"If you don't get it, forget it." Zhang Tianyang said lightly.
"This Lu Qingfeng is too useless, he is not Li Qingyue's opponent at all, why did Brother Tianyang let him cooperate with me?" Liu Qingyuan asked in a puzzled way.
"Li Qingyue was an accident, few of your academies can beat her."
Zhang Tianyang said: "I'm being watched, you have to be careful recently, especially this Jiang Chen."
"Is there something wrong with Jiang Chen?" Liu Qingyuan said solemnly.
"There is a big problem. I thought that the descendants of the martyrs had no relatives and no reason. I didn't expect that he had a backer behind him."
Zhang Tianyang said solemnly, "I shouldn't have given him the medal before, but it's too late now."
"What did Brother Yang mean that day?" Liu Qingyuan asked suspiciously.
"Find a way to get rid of him, and the guards will take care of the aftermath for you." Zhang Tianyang said coldly.
Liu Qingyuan's complexion changed slightly: "Resolved? He has a backer behind him. If we really kill him, it won't cause trouble?"
"Don't worry, the war in Southwest City is in a hurry. They are already preparing to go to support, and they don't have the energy to investigate."
Zhang Tianyang said lightly: "Also, we can't let them track down. Now I can't even sleep well."
"I understand, still looking for Lu Qingfeng? He dares to kill?" Liu Qingyuan asked.
"Lu Qingfeng is our person and can be trusted." Zhang Tianyang said.
Liu Qingyuan continued: "Tianyang Pavilion, there is one thing I don't understand, the martyr medal is not in our hands, why should we be afraid?"
"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Zhang Tianyang said coldly, and hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
"Huh? The martyr's medal is really not in their hands? However, it seems that Zhang Tianyang knows."
Jiang Chen frowned: "Southwest City is in a hurry, the practitioners of Jiang City, are you going to support?"
The Medal of Martyrs is not in their hands, so whose hands is it?
took out the martyr medal left by his father, and he still doesn't know what the secret is.
If there is really any 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 around, I am sure to kill him." Lu Qingfeng said confidently.
Liu Qingyuan asked worriedly, "Where are the psionic gloves?"
Jiang Chen's strongest is the pair of psionic gloves.
"I have my own way. You keep an eye on him and notify me as soon as he goes out alone." Lu Qingfeng said.
"Are you going to use that thing?" Liu Qingyuan's expression changed slightly.
Lu Qingfeng said confidently: "You know, Jiang Chen will die."
Jiang Chen looked at his phone, Lu Qingfeng was sure to kill him? Don't even care about psionic gloves?
That thing, what is it?
However, this news is a new development, right?
Two teachers, should you give yourself some support?
I can't beat it, but tell the teacher, isn't this the normal process of 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, how do they do it?"
"It's Li Qingyue that Lu Qingfeng is afraid of?" Ning Baichuan pondered: "It's okay, that little girl and Ling Yuying have a good relationship."
"I don't think there is any need to trouble Li Qingyue. She is trying to break through. Give me another ninth-grade psionic weapon. I promise to press Lu Qingfeng to the ground and rub it."
Jiang Chen said confidently.
The power of the psionic gloves, he knew very well, all three ninth-rank spiritual clans were severely injured, not to mention one Lu Qingfeng.
"It's beautiful." Ning Baichuan scolded with a smile, "You need to take back these gloves, okay, I'll let Teacher Ling inform Li Qingyue."
Not being able to get the second piece of psychic equipment, Jiang Chen was a little disappointed.
With a pair of psionic gloves, there is no match for the ninth rank. If there is another one, he can walk sideways.
However, it's okay, when he reaches the ninth rank, he can walk sideways!
"By the way, Lu Qingfeng seems to be Lu Chengshan's nephew, you should also pay attention." After Ning Baichuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
"Is it his nephew?" Jiang Chen was stunned, but he didn't expect such a relationship.
"No matter what the relationship is, if you want to kill me, you must prepare to be killed!"
Jiang Chen snorted coldly and put away his phone.
Soon, a strange message came: "I'm Li Qingyue, and I'll follow you."
"I am just a bait now." Jiang Chen looked at the information and muttered.
Just look at the fish who is not afraid of death and dare to bite him as the bait.
Save Li Qingyue’s number, Jiang Chen went out to find food.
Just upgraded and been hungry all the time.
bought a lot of food and returned to the small building, where Jiang Chen ate until the evening.
Yang Yuqing and others came back, no longer surprised by his appetite, but just couldn't figure out how he survived until now.
The subsidy for the descendants of the martyrs can’t stand it.
After eating until nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Chen left with the branches of Yunling Wood.
entered the dense forest again, this time Jiang Chen did not hide, and went straight to the road with all his strength.
In just a few minutes, he has come to the place where he competed for the Yunling Wood last night.
Picked up some firewood, built a fire, and placed Yunling Wood on the fire.
Ordinary flames cannot directly burn Yunling Wood, which will stimulate the smell inside.
This odor, ordinary people can't smell it, it is very weak, and it is also very cold, and the Eldar are very sensitive to this odor.
As the flame burned, a black smoke floated from Yunling Wood, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and the flame almost went out.
"The middle of the night, burning wood to attract spirits, my younger brother is really interested."
Indifferent words resounded, and Lu Qingfeng walked out of the darkness.
Jiang Chen slowly got up and looked at him: "Senior does not accept today's humiliation, did you come to get it back?"
"I'm here... begging for my life!"
Lu Qingfeng's eyes froze, his long sword unsheathed, and golden psychic energy illuminates the night sky: "If there was no Li Qingyue last night, you would surely die!"
"Senior, have you forgotten my gloves?"
Jiang Chen snorted coldly, his palms stimulated spiritual energy, and the majestic spiritual energy came out mightily.
"These gloves can't save you!"
Lu Qingfeng sneered, and the sword light shook the psionic gloves.
hum
Long sword, both hands, at the moment of contact, a stream of red and black intertwined air emerged from the sword, turned into sharp claws, and grabbed onto the spiritual energy.
Jiang Chen hurriedly circulated Qi and blood, training and blessing the seven Qi and blood.
Boom
The majestic power oscillated, and the sharp claws cooperated with the sword light, which actually broke the spiritual energy and defeated the blood.
The terrifying power rushed, Jiang Chen groaned, and his body fell back, forming a deep ravine wherever he passed.
He kept going back a few meters before Jiang Chen stabilized his body, his throat was sweet, and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth: "Spiritual Race? How can you not be afraid of my blood?"
The sharp claws just now were definitely from the Spirit Race, but they were not restrained by the popularity!
"Because, you are too weak."
A gloomy 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 covered in scarlet blood, completely different from the ordinary Spirit Race.
"Psionic gloves, can't save you!"
Lu Qingfeng sneered and stepped out, followed by the spirit clan above his head.
"Spirit of Blood Fiend!"
A cold and angry voice resounded in the night sky.
Lu Qingfeng's body froze, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Li Qingyue?"
This voice is Li Qingyue's voice!
He couldn't bear to think too much, and a deadly murderous intent came from behind.
"Sorry, senior, you may not be able to save yourself this time!"
Jiang Chen's eyes froze, and seven qi and blood lines rushed out of his body and circled around him!
(end of this chapter)