Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Because the straw hats and straw shoes of these monks are too distinctive, Xi Zhilang clapped his hands and said:

"Are you all friends from Liaojizhou, East Island? I didn't realize it for a while, and I'm really sorry for blocking the road."

Xizhilang is peaceful, he doesn't like to make troubles, and he speaks very politely.

At this time, one party has the intention of giving in, and the other party is inconvenient to confront each other.

The leader of the monk, Liaojizhou, gave Xi Zhilang a lukewarm look, and after giving a "hmm" with his nose, he led the crowd to the mountain road of Optimus Prime.

There was a monk standing at the end of the queue, who seemed to be the youngest monk in Liaojizhou, glared at the monks of the Kumo sect, and whispered to his fellow sect:

"What a bunch of country bumpkins...Zhengwuzhou is poor and backward, and the road to Tianshan Mountain is so dilapidated...It should have been revoked the qualification of this continent to hold a martial arts festival..."

Because the monks of Liaojizhou were whispering instead of sound transmission, so the monks of the Kuending Sect around could hear their conversation clearly.

Then a disciple of Kumo Sect couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily, "Boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The young monk in Liaojizhou sneered again and again, looked contemptuously at the monk Kuzhongzong, and was about to go up the mountain.

"Stop!" Ku Zhongzong monk shouted: "Zhengwuzhou is a quiet place, how can you let you talk nonsense here?"

"If you dare to act wildly in Zhengwu Island, report your name quickly!"

"Asshole, let's fight!"

It is said that the residents of Zhengwuzhou are tough and violent.When things happen, there is no need to argue, and if there is a slight problem, they will fight to the death.

But the sneering monk Liaojizhou was also arrogant, he shouted: "Fight, fight! I'm afraid you won't make it?"

After saying that, he turned around suddenly: "A group of ignorant soil turtles, don't know how to sign up first before asking people's names?"

Wen Renshao, who was originally standing on the left side with a pillow on Xu Wangwen's shoulder, with a tired face, heard this, straightened his back limply, stood up, and said with a smile:

"I really don't know. It turns out that the Dazong sect still has such rules. You don't change your name when you go down, and you don't change your surname when you sit. The single-character surname is Wo, and the first name is Laodie."

"Hmph, crouching, it really is dirt..." Before he finished speaking, the monk in Liaojizhou suddenly realized.

The monks of Kumo sect couldn't bear it any longer and roared with laughter.

The monk Liaojizhou's face was ashen, he suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and shouted angrily:

"How dare you tease the master of the Dongling Immortal Sect, boy, today I will let you know how to write the word regret!"

If you rush forward, you will fight desperately with the hippie smiling mustache.

Wen Renshao took his time and retreated after resorting to teleportation, shouting as he retreated:

"It's terrible, my son is going to beat me!"

The fierce fight is about to break out!

At this moment, the leading monk in Liaojizhou no longer wanted to watch the farce. He frowned and stopped:

"Huang He, stop making trouble."

Xi Zhilang also took a step forward, standing in front of the monk called Huang He in Liaojizhou.

"Get out of the way!" The cultivator was so angry that he turned a deaf ear to the words of the leader brother, and with a sway of his figure, he wanted to forcefully break through Xizhilang who was standing in front of him.

Xi Zhilang's figure flashed, and he stood in front of Huang He again.

In the blink of an eye, the two moved around several times, their figures appearing and disappearing like sword shadows.

Only Xizhilang's deep voice was heard, far and near, saying:

"My junior brother is usually negligent in discipline and gets carried away with complacency. Fellow Taoist is a guest from afar, so don't argue with him."

The little disciple from Liaojizhou said angrily:

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way, or don't blame me for hitting you too."

"I'm sincerely coming to participate in the Martial Arts Competition, but I really don't want to form a quarrel with fellow daoists here. Why don't fellow daoists raise your hands high?"

"I do not……"

Before the words fell, the leading monk in Liaojizhou pinched the sound amplification formula, followed the same pattern, and shouted:

"Yellow Crane!"

A roar resounded through the sky.

The little cultivator, who was originally red-eyed, couldn't help being startled when he heard what his senior said, and stopped his hands.

Turning around, I saw the leader senior brother staring at himself with terrifying eyes.

Yellow Crane stomped its feet, and reluctantly teleported behind the Dongling Immortal Sect's queue, still staring fiercely at the smiling Wen Renshao while looking sideways.

The leading senior brother turned around and was about to climb the Optimus Pillar, he said softly:

"My sect is the head of the Xianzong in Liaojizhou, don't be as knowledgeable as these small sects, and disgrace my Xianzong."

Hearing this, Huang He, who had been downcast, lifted his spirits and said loudly, "Exactly."

The monks of the End of Ku sect all had fire in their eyes and bristled with anger.

If it wasn't for the sect's strict discipline, they wouldn't have dared to disobey senior brother Xi Zhilang's order and act rashly, otherwise they would have fought violently by now.Even if you can't beat it, you can't suffer verbally.

Hiroshi sighed inaudibly.

The same young and energetic guy, why doesn't he feel angry and aggrieved?

But this place is the pillar of the sky after all, if something happens, Zhengyang Xianzong, as the host, will inevitably be responsible.

Xizhilang was really worried about adding trouble to Qianqing, after thinking about it in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and retreat.

I could only hear the Liaojizhou monk known as the Yellow Crane saying reluctantly:

"That's right, let's go. We really shouldn't care about this kind of unknown Xiaozong who is behind the intercontinental..."

Xizhilang forcibly endured the anger in his chest, only to feel his chest swell.

Before the words were finished, a long sound of "Om!" was heard not far away, a black shadow wrapped in the strong wind, like a spear of the god of war, stabbed straight at the chest of the yellow crane.

not good!

At the critical moment, Huang He suddenly woke up, and he suddenly turned sideways, avoiding the vital point of the pulse point.

As expected of a disciple of the Immortal Sect, the black shadow came quickly and fiercely, and it was about to hit, but Huang He was able to dodge it.

Huang He's footsteps were disordered, he staggered back two steps, and was supported by his senior brother.

He opened his mouth and said, "What..."

Before he could reflect it, he suddenly felt that the sunlight in front of him was blocked, and a piece of shade fell.

Huang He raised his head subconsciously.

Suddenly, a monk in red appeared out of nowhere.

Under the red costume, the tall, thin and masked young monk fell from a high altitude and landed on the head of the yellow crane.

The masked monk suddenly grabbed the black shadow that the yellow crane had avoided just now, and raised his right hand high, like a full moon bow, powerful and domineering.

The strong wind blew the masked monk's black hair into all directions.

Huang He raised his head, his eyes widened.

There was only a crisp "slap", and the masked boy picked up a huge hard object that was unbearably hot, and slapped Huang He ruthlessly and accurately, and the hard object hit the left cheek heavily.

"Oh!"

Huang He's body fell uncontrollably to the right, with such force that even the senior brother beside him couldn't hold him up.

All this is a long story, but in fact it is just a blink of an eye.

The movement of the masked boy was too fast, and before all the Jizhou disciples could react, the fierce and arrogant young monk jumped back again and again.

At the same time he said:

"Shouxi, how many times have I told you that you can hit me if you want, why should you be kind to a woman!"

As soon as the words fell, Huang He fell to the ground in response, bleeding from his mouth. He cupped his mouth and wanted to curse: "Who?!"

However, his mouth was so painful, so painful and numb, that he couldn't speak, and could only say "woo woo".

The monks of the Dongling Immortal Sect were shocked. The leading monk who had already embarked on the mountain climbing road also turned around in astonishment, and surrounded the masked monk with other disciples.

"Whoosh."

Soon, another tall monk dressed in white and also wearing a strange mask descended from the sky and stood beside the monk in red.

Xi Zhilang was overjoyed, and opened his mouth to shout, but hesitated for a moment, and said: "You guys are here."

Er Wen, who was standing beside him, smiled.

The rest of the disciples were at a loss.

These two people are Qian Qing and Lin Zichu who arrived long ago.

But for the monks of Dongling Xianzong, these two people are weird,

"Who are you two?!"

"Presumptuous, how dare you attack Dongling Xianzong!"

Lin Zichu coldly swept over the monks in Liaojizhou, and said:

"...Before asking someone else's name, don't you know that you should give your name first?"

A stream of blood dripped from the corner of Huang He's mouth, his ears were ringing, and he was pulled up by his senior brother.

He swayed, struggling to stand still.

For the monk, the blow just now was extremely heavy.

Although it was not fatal, Huang He's left cheek was swelled up in just an instant.

The originally handsome boy's cheeks glowed with pain, and the swollen cheeks forced him to squint his eyes and look at Qianqing.

He saw Qianqing was holding a scarlet red token in his hand, and was tossing it up and down as if bored.

Crane shapes are carved on the front and back of the token.

The crane on the front spreads its wings and wants to fly, while the crane on the back hangs its head and combs its feathers.

The token is exquisitely crafted, and each wing feather of the crane is carved lifelike.

Huang He looked at the appearance of the token, and was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his swollen and sore left cheek.

The bumpy swelling on the left side of his face was traced along the outline, and the shape of a crane was imprinted impressively.

It turned out that the black shadow that attacked Huang He just now was the token that Qian Qing held in her hand!

"You..." Huang He opened his mouth vaguely and wanted to curse, but once he opened his mouth and touched the muscles of his face, the pain would intensify, and he almost couldn't control his eyes from tears.

Huang He was shocked and turned his back quickly.

For a young man of his age, if he were to cry in pain in front of everyone, it would be better to take his life directly.

The senior brothers standing beside Huang He took a step forward, blocked the seniors behind, and said displeasedly:

"I'm a disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect in Liaojizhou. I don't know why the two of you came up and made a move, making my junior brother so embarrassing!"

Both Qian Qing and Lin Zichu were wearing masks, but the disciples of the Kuzhong Sect quickly spotted their footsteps, and they all cheered happily, wanting to talk to Qian Lin and the two of them.

But because there are still monks from the Dongling Immortal Sect here, the group had to endure it forcefully, swallowing what they wanted to say, and pretending to be calm.

Qianqing tossed the token in her hand and said with a smile:

"Your junior brother's face is face, isn't that of a monk in Zhengwuzhou counted as face?"

As soon as the words came out, the monks of the End of Kuzong cheered in unison, and someone shouted violently:

"it is good!"

"Senior brother is very good!"

"You are the first to deceive others, you are shameless!"

The residents of Zhengwuzhou are tough and irritable, and curse words are readily spoken.

Among them, the cultivators of the Dongling Immortal Sect were not to be outdone, and angrily reprimanded, "Have the guts to fight!"

At this moment, Qian Qing suddenly pressed her arm, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

Qian Qing said: "Dongling Immortal Sect...Hmph, Dongling Immortal Sect. Where is the monk Zhu Changpeng of your sect?"

Hearing the word 'Zhu Changpeng', the disciples of the Immortal Sect of Dongling couldn't help being taken aback, and someone said:

"All senior brothers and masters are waiting in front of us, and enter the Optimus Pillar first. Why do you ask me senior brother Zhu Changpeng?"

Qian Qing said: "No wonder I didn't see Bi Xu win that old guy, there are only two or three of you big cats and kittens. Sigh, even the Zhu senior brother you are talking about can't beat me, saying 'have the guts to fight',... ...Do you still need that kind of thing to deal with you?"

Qian Qing spoke extremely fast and spoke with eloquence.

In fact, Qianqing had long been looking for an opportunity to scold Immortal Bi Xuying of Liaojizhou.

Why?

Because Immortal Bi Xuying of Dongling Xianzong is very proud of himself, he is dissatisfied that he is often compared with Feng Zhaoming.

He has mentioned more than once in public that "Feng Zhaoming, this junior..."

Xianjun Feng Zhaoming is reticent and indifferent, and doesn't care about other people's opinions at all.

But Qian Qing has a character of vengeance, even looking at the whole sect of the Dongling Immortal Sect is very displeasing to the eye, so she said it quite bluntly.

A disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect, Qianqing didn't know that Qian Qing was the one who dared to call her grandpa Baizang Xianzun a "smelly old man". It was the first time she heard that someone dared to call Master Bi Xuying an "old guy", and she stood there in disbelief for a while. , didn't have time to open his mouth to refute.

Later, I heard him brazenly say that Brother Zhu couldn't beat him, etc...

Trembling all over with anger, he cursed unbearably:

"nonsense!"

"Brother Zhu has never been to Zhengwuzhou, how could you have seen him?"

"Furthermore, Senior Brother Zhu has a high-level golden core cultivation base, you little thief only has an elementary level, how dare you talk nonsense here!"

"Are you tired of living?"

Qian Qing said with a smile: "Didn't your brother Zhu say that? That's right, he returned from the frozen forest wasteland, so naturally he didn't dare to explain the details carefully."

"That's right!" The disciple of Kumo Sect echoed, "Of course a dog in the water won't talk about his defeat!"

The roar of the crowd was like thunder, and it lasted for a long time.

The disciples of Dongling Xianzong looked at each other with ugly faces.

Someone gritted his teeth and drew his sword, saying: "The humble cultivator in the countryside dares to tarnish the reputation of our Dongling Immortal Sect. If this is the case, then we have to do it!"

The sun was rising in the east, and the dazzling sunlight slowly pierced through the thick fog of the Optimus Pillar, and reflected on the sword tips of the disciples of the Dongling Immortal Sect, emitting a dazzling light.

Shouxi, who was quietly standing aside, sighed softly.

Although Qianqing has received the most orthodox and decent education in Zhengwuzhou for more than ten years.

However, in his heart, he was still that unruly teenager in his teens, not only not afraid of getting into trouble, but also fearless of heaven and earth.

Struggle for victory, be brave and ruthless.

Based on his understanding of Qianqing, this fight is absolutely inevitable, no matter who persuades her, even if Immortal Feng Zhaoming comes down the mountain to lift Qianqing's collar, it may not be of much use.

So Shouxi took a step forward, ready to fight.