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

At this moment, another white-clothed monk leaned slightly, put his hands close to Qian Qing's ear, and whispered something to him.

Qian Qing's ferocious expression froze, and she listened intently to Lin Zichu's words.

He nodded while listening, and said in his mouth: "Well, well, it's really not good to be here."

When Lin Zichu withdrew her bright moon-like arm, Qian Qing said to the monks of the Dongling Immortal Sect:

"This is the only path that can safely lead to the Optimus Prime. It is not convenient to compete here. Let's change to another place and try."

Xi Zhilang couldn't help being stunned by what he said.

He always thought that Qianqing was still the ruthless person who couldn't listen to other people's words, and wouldn't give up until she reached her goal.

Who would have thought that Lin Zichu would be able to persuade Qian Qing with only a few words?

He couldn't help but look sideways at Lin Zichu.

He saw that the man had an elegant appearance, the clouds were light and the wind was breezy, his eyes were as frosty as snow, only when he looked at Qianqing, there was light in his eyes.

For more than ten years, the string that Shouxi had been holding in his heart finally fell.

Under such an inappropriate situation, Shouxi thought with confidence that Qianqing had finally found a calm and gentle lover who would take care of him and complement him.

While Shou Xi was thinking about this, Huang He, who was standing in another team, finally came to his senses.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed past the senior in front of him, stood in the first row, covered his swollen face, and said fiercely:

"What does it matter to me if you are inconvenient. We will not die today!"

The words were very hot, Lin Zichu's brows were furrowed.

He said coldly:

"Fellow Daoist, are you reluctant to let go of that blow just now? You have to know that if Ah Qing hadn't been merciful in that blow, you would have been burned to ashes by now, and your soul was scattered."

Shouxi's jaw dropped, well, this guy doesn't seem to have a good temper, and he opened his mouth with provocative words.

Sure enough, Huang He was furious when he heard the words: "Go to hell! Do you think he is looking at me Qianqing? Resurrection!"

As soon as the words fell, all the disciples of the Kumo Sect fell silent.

That’s right, Qianqing is of course looking at me. The token in his hand is the scorching fire token. It is the hottest thing in the world, and ordinary monks will be burned to ashes if they touch it...

So what?

Although all the disciples of the Kumo sect knew that the person in front of Huang He was Wang Qianqing whom he mentioned, but could the monks of Dongling Xianzong know all this?

No, Zhengwuzhou is the host of this Martial Arts Competition, the little fairy master of Zhengyang Xianzong ran out to fight with others, wouldn't it hurt Xianzong's face if it was spread out.

Even Qianqing couldn't help but secretly said: "It's dangerous!"

Of course he didn't want others to discover his identity, so he put on the mask.

But when he was emotional just now, he actually said a lot of information that exposed his identity.Fortunately, the monks of the Dongling Immortal Sect only regarded those words as bragging and farting, and did not associate Qian Qing with the immortal master's legacy at all.

After all, the fairy lord's son should be living in legends, if Qianqing didn't like being surrounded by monks and sneaked out, this time he went out, there were tens of thousands of monks guarding him, and it was a great spectacle.

The silence of the cultivators of Kumo Sect made Dongling Xianzong, who was on the opposite side, inexplicably nervous. He gripped the fairy sword in his hand tightly and aimed the sword at the enemy, not knowing what tricks they were going to play.

Qian Qing quickly opened her mouth to break the silence, saying:

"Never die, hum, I'm here to participate in the martial arts event, who wants to never die with you?"

"You...," Huang He said indignantly, "What do you want?!"

"I told you earlier that I want to compete with you guys." Qian Qing retracted the Que Yan scorching fire token she was throwing up and down into her cuffs, and said solemnly:

"I am in Wuzhou. There is a beast named 'Swamp Mosquito King', which grows in the second stage of the mountainside of the Pillar of Optimus. Only brave monks who are good at fighting can tame this desolate beast. As the saying goes, there are three beasts in the sky. Dangerous, dangerous and impenetrable mountains'."

"Do you dare to come to the second stage of my Optimus Pillar and compete with me, who can capture more swamp mosquito kings?"

Optimus Prime is divided into three phases.

In the first stage, monks can still fly with the sword.

In the second stage, the surrounding environment began to become harsh.

The miasma is rampant, the mist locks the fairy mountain, and there are even fierce beasts and swamp mosquito kings entrenched. The road is difficult and difficult to climb.

There are often monks who intend to visit Xianzong, climb the Optimus Pillar, encounter danger, and die here.

However, since the son of the Immortal Lord returned to the sect, the Immortal Sects have spared no effort to open up a narrow but safe path, which can accommodate the monks to go up the mountain, completely avoiding the possibility of the monks being harassed by the swamp mosquito king and potential bandit monks.

Since then, the swamp mosquito king has gradually faded out of people's world.More than ten years have passed, and many monks in Zhengwuzhou have forgotten the horror of this legendary beast.

The monks in Zhengwuzhou are like this, let alone the disciples of Xianzong in Liaojizhou.

They have never heard of the notoriety of the Swamp Mosquito King, let alone be afraid of it.

Someone sneered and said, "What's so terrible about a mere mosquito? What is there to compare it to?"

Not only them, but even the cultivators of the End of Suffering sect changed their faces and whispered.

Some of them had obviously seen the horror of the Swamp Mosquito King and were talking with their companions.

Shouxi waited for a long time, seeing Lin Zichu's expression was indifferent, as if he wanted to stop Qianqing.

He was very anxious and couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Qianqing:

"Qianqing...the second stage of Optimus Pillar is too dangerous. Even if you want to compete, you don't have to choose that kind of place."

Shouxi led all his juniors here with only one purpose, that is to perform martial arts conference.

To him, the ranking doesn't matter.It would be great to be able to complete the event safely without causing trouble to Zhengyang Xianzong.

Even if she was provoked by the disciples of Dongling Xianzong, Shouxi didn't take it seriously.The monks in Liaojizhou are like this, what is there to care about?

He really couldn't understand Qianqing's competitive heart.

But he was also worried about frustrating his own ambition, so Shouxi could only show a calm expression on the surface.

However, the calm look didn't last long at all.

Just listen to Qianqing's voice transmission:

"It's only dangerous that makes it interesting."

"..."

Dozens of young and energetic monks quarreled and pushed each other across the only safe mountain path in Optimus Pillar, and walked up the mountain on foot towards the second stage full of dangers.

There are few people here, and thousands of trees soar to the sky.

It is rainy and humid in Zhengwuzhou, and the trees are nourished by spiritual energy. Most of them have dense branches and leaves, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The roots of the tree were washed away from the soil by the rain. The roots were exposed and absorbed enough water. They were as thick as a monk's legs, forming a severe natural hazard and preventing the monks from entering deeper into the jungle.

There is also a wide swamp full of miasma and poisonous mosquitoes, staring at the monks who broke the tranquility of the forest.

At the beginning, when monks from Dongling Xianzong came to Optimus Pillar, they would quarrel with all the cultivators from Kumo Sect.

But as they gradually entered the jungle, no monk spoke a word.

Ten years ago, during the second stage of Optimus Pillar, monks came in and out to visit Xianzong.

But with the opening of the trail, there are no more people here.

Beside it, only the sound of beasts and insects, and the sound of monks walking through the forest can be heard.

In the swamp, turbid gas rolled and bubbled.

When the mud bubble burst, there were fierce mosquitoes with cold eyes, their heads were covered with mud, and their eyes were out of the water.

The cultivator of Dongling Xianzong couldn't help sighing through sound transmission:

"The Pillar of Optimus is really worthy of being one of the four legs of the sky."

"This place is rich in aura, and the beasts are quite intelligent."

"Towering towering, the terrain is dangerous, easy to defend but difficult to attack."

During the conversation, the arrogance on the faces of the disciples of the Dongling Immortal Sect turned solemn.The contempt they had raised because the mountain road was too narrow and simple had already been withdrawn.

Qian Qing, who was walking in the front, raised her hand to straighten the mask on the front, then suddenly took a step forward, walked to the edge of the swamp, and squatted down on one knee.

He raised his cuffs to his elbows and put his whole hand in the swamp to grope around.

Grumbling, the muddy swamp was stirred by Qianqing, emitting a suffocating smell.

Qianqing's arms were also covered with foul-smelling mud.

A monk from the Dongling Immortal Sect uttered disgusting voices, but Qianqing turned a deaf ear to them and continued to search for them.

Soon, with only a clatter, he caught a mosquito with half of its wings longer than a human arm from the swamp.

The fierce mosquito flapped its wings fiercely, opened and closed its three mouthparts, and was dragged by the back of its neck by Qianqing, unable to move.

The monks of Dongling Xianzong took a step back and looked at Qianqing warily.

Qianqing said:

"This kind of mosquito with three mouthparts is equivalent to a monk who refines Qi. Four mouthparts is equivalent to a monk who builds a foundation. Only then can you be called the Mosquito King. The content of today's competition is which side can catch more Mosquito Kings..."

Having said that, Qianqing raised her hand, pinned her thumb to her middle finger, aimed at the mosquito's mouthpart she was holding on her arm, and flicked it lightly.

"Om-"

There was a deafening roar like steel.

The mouthparts of the murderous mosquito vibrated and swayed back and forth.

The fierce mosquito turned its head, flapped its wings fiercely, and stared at Qianqing with fierce eyes.

Seeing this, Shouxi hurriedly said to the monks of Dongling Xianzong:

"This mouthpiece can pierce a monk's body, so be careful not to be robbed of your heart by a fierce mosquito."

"Stop talking nonsense." Huang He urged, holding his swollen face and resentment: "How do you calculate the time for the competition?"

Qian Qing said: "The time is too long, I'm afraid it will delay the martial arts competition."

He put the mosquito in his hand back into the swamp and clapped his hands.

"It's better to use one day as the deadline. The bitter end sect and the Dongling Xianzong, whichever side can catch more swamp mosquito kings will win the victory."