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

Immortal Feng Zhaoming didn't look sideways, and sat upright on the high platform.

No matter how noisy the surrounding environment is, he will remain motionless.

Not long after, suddenly there were several powerful auras, walking towards Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming turned his head slightly, and saw several monks in red clothes, straw hats, and straw sandals.

The burly man headed by him is Dongdao Liaojizhou, and he must win Xianjun.

Feng Zhaoming stood up from his seat, cupped his hands and said:

"Xianjun Xuying, you are here."

"Immortal Zhaoming, long-awaited, long-awaited." Bi Xuying took two steps forward, firmly grasping Feng Zhaoming's wrist, and said with a warm smile, "You and I, brothers, have been separated since last time. How many years have you not seen it?"

Feng Zhaoming smiled slightly, but didn't make a sound.

"Brother, I heard that more than ten years ago, the Immortal Zhaoming used the technique of teleportation to ride a fierce kite, and ran all the way to my Liaojizhou, and then left back in a hurry. Why are you in such a hurry? Zhou stay a few more days? I want to do my duty as a landlord and treat Immortal Zhaoming well, hahaha!"

Thinking about it, Immortal Bi Xuying would not know why Immortal Feng Zhaoming went to Liaojizhou, nor would he not know why he left in a hurry.The reason for saying the above words is probably just to embarrass Feng Zhaoming.

However, Feng Zhaoming was very self-cultivated, and when he was ridiculed like this, he just watched Bi Xuying quietly and didn't say anything.

Bi Xuying laughed twice and stopped.

No matter how much he hated this young monk who was more than one round younger than him but on par with him, Bi Xuying didn't have much interest in continuing to talk to a dull gourd who wouldn't get excited or angrily retort.

For monks, regardless of the outcome of the quarrel, fists are the last word.

Bi Xuying deeply knew that between himself and Feng Zhaoming, there was an all-out duel.Only by stepping on Feng Zhaoming can he realize his position as the number one gentleman in the four continents.

But now, it's not the time.

Bi Xuying suppressed the boiling fighting spirit in his heart, patrolled left and right, and asked: "Brother, I heard that Zhaoming has recruited a new big disciple, who is the little fairy master brought back by the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Where is the person?"

Feng Zhaoming gave a "hmm" as an answer.

Bi Xuying reached back with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and pulled out a handsome young monk with red dots on his forehead, phoenix eyes and sculpted eyebrows.

The young monk was looking left and right in the venue, and when he was pulled out of the queue by the master, he was still muttering: "Why hasn't Lou Fengsui come yet?"

Bi Xuying introduced to Feng Zhaoming:

"This is my disciple, Bo Xichencheng. I wonder if today I am lucky enough to have Chencheng fight against the little fairy master under the seat of Immortal Zhaoming?"

Hearing Bi Xuying's high-spirited and somewhat hostile words, Feng Zhaoming refused, saying, "It's not suitable today."

Bi Xuying Xianjun's expression changed.

It is said that the monks in Zhengwuzhou are brave and warlike. This Feng Zhaoming is called "No. 1 combat force in Zhengwuzhou".

If you want to say how easy he is to bully, that's not necessarily true.

From Bi Xuying's point of view, Feng Zhaoming's attitude is clearly perfunctory.

"Hahaha..." Bi Xuying raised his head and smiled, just about to speak.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Bo Xichencheng's eyes lit up under Bi Xuying's arm, as if he saw something surprising.

Following his gaze, he saw a sick and weak monk in a wheelchair with a pale complexion and hard-to-dispel gloomy eyes.

"Lou Feng Sui!" Bo Xi Chencheng broke free from his master's embrace, and happily ran over there, waving his hands and saying, "You're late!"

Hearing the shout, the sick and weak monk turned his head and smiled at Bo Xichencheng, then clasped his fists to salute Bi Xuying and Feng Zhaoming.

This is Ling Kongzhou, the disciple of Immortal Lord Beilin, and Lou Feng is following the monk.

Bi Xuying had blue veins popping up on his forehead, and he really wanted to roar:

"Little bastard, get the hell out of here!"

However, this is the place where immortal cultivators gather after all, no matter how annoyed Bi Xuying is, it is inconvenient to reprimand his disciples loudly here, lest he be laughed at by other sects.

He endured it, and explained to Feng Zhaoming: "Hehe, my disciple just likes to join in the fun."

Feng Zhaoming didn't care too much, just at this time, the other seven immortals of Zhengyang Xianzong called Feng Zhaoming through voice transmission.

Obviously, the opening of the Martial Arts Festival is approaching, and all the immortals should prepare in advance.

Feng Zhaoming cupped his hands and said goodbye, "I would like to invite Immortal Xu Ying to take your seat. I still have important matters to attend to, so I am inconvenient to accompany you."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

After Feng Zhaoming left, Bi Xuying suppressed his anger, and said to his apprentice who had already run away: "The Martial Arts Competition is about to start, you still not coming back?"

"No," Bo Xichencheng said via voice transmission: "Master, I'll just sit here at Lou Feng Sui."

Immortal Bi Xuying couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out with an angry shout:

"What a system!"

Xuanxie Peak, Yanwu Hall, where the immortals are seated.

Qingyang Xianzun looked tired, holding a cup in his hand, sipping tea slowly.

Baizang Immortal Venerable closed his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

Not long after, they saw a white light on Xuanying Xianzun's seat, and the next moment, Xuanying Xianzun's figure appeared here.

"Xuanying Immortal Venerable came just in time," Qingyang Immortal Venerable said in a strange way, "I thought you must be late."

"Hehe," Xuanying Xianzun curled his lips into a smile, and said, "I am always punctual."

Baizang Xianzun said: "Since Xuanying Xianzun is also in place, then let me wait and announce the opening of the grand ceremony of martial arts?"

Immortal Venerable Xuanying narrowed his eyes into a crescent moon, and there was a flash of light.

"As it should be!"

On the holy and majestic martial arts arena, suddenly saw the figures of three immortals, flashing like a rainbow, standing in a three-legged formation, majestic and majestic.

Under the martial arts stage, millions of monks shouted in unison.

Then I saw the three immortals put their hands together, put them on their chests, and made palm prints.

Then he bowed slowly and saluted millions of monks in all directions.

In an instant, the spiritual power of the three immortals overflowed, and the astonishing spiritual pressure made the figures of the three of them a little blurred.

The invisible gust of wind bulged the robes of the three immortals.

"Om-"

An invisible air wave, with the aura of opening up the world, swept all directions!

The hustle and bustle of the dojo suddenly fell silent.

The three immortals released their strongest spiritual pressure at the same time, and the powerful spiritual energy unscrupulously suppressed the surroundings.

Some young monks who participated in the martial arts event for the first time showed panic expressions when they saw this.If it wasn't for the guards of the master and master, master and ancestor, he would have to turn around and escape.

What he didn't know was that this was a routine ceremony before the opening of the martial arts event.As the host of the Xianzong, it is necessary for the Xianzong to perform the strongest blow to show the strength of the continent.

Of course, this blow will definitely not hurt the cultivator sitting under the martial arts stage.

It is all because there is an open transparent arc barrier around the martial arts stage, which can firmly gather the aura in the martial arts stage without leaking a single bit, and is used to protect the disciples under the stage.

The immortals of the three out-of-body monks exerted all their strength at the same time, and even the arc barrier couldn't bear it.

The original round and smooth light film, when the air wave came, it was like the surface of boiling water, violently protruding outward, uneven.

On the open dome of the Martial Arts Hall, a sound of Jiao Lei suddenly struck down, and the wind and thunder surged.

The young monk sitting under the seat couldn't help but be fascinated by seeing the movement of the out-of-body monk causing the world to shake.

The monks of Zhengyang Xianzong all showed proud expressions.

However, when the older monks saw the three immortals on the stage, they all knew that this was just a trick of the outside world.

Bi Xuying Xianjun snorted softly, showing disdain.

Beilin Xianjun smiled and did not comment.

Wuping Xianjun pointed with his fingers and said something to his disciples.

The monks of Zhengyang Xianzong felt bitter emotions in their hearts.

Among the three immortals of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the Immortal Baizang is old and weak, and dying of old age; the Immortal Qingyang lacks talent and does nothing.

Only Xianzun Xuanying is powerful, but he has a perverse personality and is embarrassing to use.

The three immortals went all out, causing the barrier of Yanwutai to vibrate.

But let's not talk about it, let's say that 20 years ago, when Liaojizhou was the host, the four immortals of Dongling Xianzong worked together, but they shattered the light film barrier around Yanwutai!

The appalling spiritual pressure is about to fall on the monks present.At the critical moment, the four immortals suddenly withdrew their spiritual power again.

That is the frightening level of truly being able to retract freely.

None of the Qingyang Immortals and Baizang Immortals present could do this.

Only Xianzun Xuanying has the possibility.But according to his personality, he would never withdraw his spiritual power.Xuanying Immortal Venerable seems to be the kind of person who can bully the small with the big and attack the monks of the younger generation for fun.

The monk of Zhengyang Xianzong sighed secretly, thinking:

"Before the fall of the Immortal Lord Dongkun, he was ranked as the Immortal Monarch Zhuming. If there hadn't been an evil dragon invading back then, and the Immortal Lord Dongkun had never fallen, the strength of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect would not have fallen to such a level. It is regarded as the last of the four continents... ..."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling sad.