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

The apricot-yellow robe, the long-browed and benevolent Baizang Immortal, straightened up first.

When he spoke, his voice was like a bell, echoing in the Martial Arts Hall, even in the corners he could be heard clearly.

"For those who cultivate the way of heaven, follow the example of the ancestors, and pray for the law of martial arts."

Qingyang Immortal Venerable Qingyang, who was dressed in green robes and had a sick face, followed closely behind, and said sonorously:

"Apply hard work, work day and night, sacrifice to the soul."

Immortal Xuanying, who was dressed in a snow-white silver robe, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

His lips were extremely thin, and when he pursed his lips and smiled, there was an indescribably sinister feeling.

Some monks stood under the martial arts stage and saw Xuanying Xianzun from a distance, they were puzzled, and gave a light gasp, for some reason, there was a ring ornament hanging on the corner of Xuanying Xianzun's lips.

He laughed sinisterly, his voice was cold and cold, as if it came from the seam of the ancient prehistoric, distant and mysterious, chilling.

Just listen to Xuanying Immortal Venerable:

"Respect the ancestors of the ancestral temple, and serve the ghosts and gods of mountains and rivers."

"Play, Yunshenglongteng."

"Wu, fight every step!"

As soon as the words fell, a large mountain mist suddenly blew around the three immortals.

The spiritual mist is thick and almost substantive.

When the thick fog cleared, the figures of the three immortals also disappeared on the martial arts stage.

An older monk whispered to the younger generation:

"Next, the eight immortals of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect will appear."

The younger generation looked forward to it: "But there is Feng Zhaoming who is called 'Zhengwuzhou's No. 1 combat power'?"

Feng Zhaoming practiced the Dao of Fighting Will, gained a great reputation, and was also very famous in the four continents.

The senior nodded slightly.

The junior wanted to ask again, but the senior stopped him with his eyes, signaling him to concentrate.

The first person to appear on the stage was a young fairy named Hua Zhilan in a fiery red cannon.

He had only attained the cultivation of God Transformation this year, and he belonged to the branch of Xia. If the Immortal Master Dongkun was still alive, he should have been a direct disciple of Dongkun.

Hua Zhilan is the youngest among the eight immortals of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

The first time he appeared on the stage was a big occasion like a martial arts competition.

Hua Zhilan's face was pale, and his hands trembled slightly.

However, he is a disciple of Xianzong after all, and he is well-informed.

Hua Zhilan took a deep breath, opened his hands, and straightened his chest, as if he was embracing the vast world.

The surrounding light, visible to everyone with naked eyes, is getting darker and darker.

In the end, all the monks were immersed in darkness.

It was clearly a bright and sunny day, but at this moment, there was no light in the martial arts hall of Zhengyang Xianzong.

The monks present gave a low shout of "oh", and the originally quiet martial arts hall started to commotion again.

Soon, in the dark venue, a wisp of faint finger fire appeared.

The flames kept jumping with the wind, like a beating heart.

whoosh-

Whoosh whoosh—

In a blink of an eye, ten flame flowers emerged at Hua Zhilan's fingertips.

"go."

Hua Zhilan said softly, and at the same time flicked with ten fingers, hundreds, thousands of fireworks flew unsteadily above the heads of millions of monks.

Wherever the fire goes, the light repeats.

Among the monks, some couldn't help applauding.

They have already recognized the magic method used by Brother Hua Zhilan, which is called:

——Sparks start a prairie fire!

A monk who practices the way of fire can shrink into a finger of fire by borrowing the light of heaven and earth.

In actual combat, if the finger fire is bounced on the enemy, it can cause serious physical injury.

The power of this fairy technique is acceptable, and it is of great appreciation value.

The most important thing is that it is more difficult to cultivate a single spark to start a prairie fire.

And so many finger fires are remarkable.

Brother Hua Zhilan successfully performed the 'Starfire Liaoyuan' on such an important occasion, which shows that this immortal is diligent and hardworking.

The second monk who played was called Shu Zhong.

Immortal Shu Zhong was dressed in a turquoise robe. Obviously, he was a disciple of the Qingyang Immortal of Spring.

This fairy is soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, with a fairy-like demeanor, and his demeanor is in the air, floating out of the dust.

Compared with the murderous Feng Zhaoming, or the clumsy one who is denied by his relatives.Immortal Shu Zhong, who practiced medicine, was obviously the most immortal among the monks.

With kind eyebrows and kind eyes, Immortal Shu Zhong, who was soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, floated onto the martial arts stage.

He put his palms together and stood on his chest.

Then slowly separate the hands, parallel to the chest.

The majestic spiritual energy poured into the space between Xianjun's bright palms like seawater empowerment, gradually condensed and compressed into words.

When Xianjun Shu Zhong separated his hands completely, the first character compressed by spiritual power appeared.

'Benevolence', thick and gentle, compassionate and loving 'benevolence'.

However this is not over.

Shu Zhong Xianjun's hands are getting farther and farther away, so more and more spiritual energy gathers in Xianjun's palm.

When Shu Zhong Xianjun stops the movement of separating his hands, the distance between the palms is shoulder width.

Four large characters formed by the gathering of spiritual energy emerged.

"Benevolence and benevolence".

As a doctor, benevolence is the most important thing, and the art is the most important.

As soon as the four words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Immortal Shu Zhong practiced medicine and was mainly responsible for treating injured monks.

Such a cultivator will definitely not attract the visions of heaven and earth with his gestures like Immortal Feng Zhaoming did when attacking.

Many people don't know that Xianjun Shu Zhong's spiritual power control has reached such a level.

The words "benevolence, benevolence and benevolence" are clear and as firm as the feet of heaven.

Immortal Shu Zhong smiled slightly, folded his hands together, swallowed the four characters into his palms, and walked down the martial arts platform without showing any signs of mountain or dew.

He knew that among the four continents monks, nine out of ten came to see the demeanor of Feng Zhaoming, the first immortal of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. An interesting immortal like Shu Zhong, of course, would not take up too much time. Cultivator Wan's appetite.

Soon, the three immortals Li Bai, Du Zimei and Su Dongpo also entered the stage.

The expression of Zhengwuzhou monks in the audience became more and more excited.

The expressions of the monks in the remaining continents became more and more serious.

They knew that it would be time for Immortal Feng Zhaoming to play.

The No. 1 combat power in the legend, the legendary monk who is on par with the long-famous Bi Xuying Xianjun in Dongdao Liaojizhou, is not only powerful in combat power, but also subdued the second-ranked peerless sword in the sword list "Nine Questions".

They couldn't wait to see the stunning demeanor of this monk.

At the same time, after Immortal Monarch Feng Zhaoming, riots broke out in the team preparing to participate in the opening ceremony.

Under the command of my Zun family, tens of thousands of monks are bored, sitting lazily on Xuanxie Peak, outside the Martial Arts Hall.

"I can't see the lord," Gui Zao, an old slave in a gray robe, pointed at the fairy Monarch Feng Zhaoming and threatened, "I hope that my lord will never attend the opening ceremony!"

Feng Zhaoming, who was waiting for the rest of the immortals to end, stood there quietly.

No matter how Gui Zao jumped and insulted him, he still remained expressionless.

Xuanxie Peak, inside the Martial Arts Hall.

A monk in an apricot-yellow robe stood on the stage, his brows and eyes were warm, and he looked elegant and amiable.

It was Pu Zhizhang of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

He is tolerant of others, does not fight or grab, is a good-tempered and easy-to-talk kind Xianxiu.

However, the methods used by Pu Zhizhang were not as gentle as himself.

I saw Immortal Pu Zhizhang sprinkle a few seeds on the martial arts stage with his hands.

As soon as the seed touched the ground of the martial arts platform, it absorbed the spiritual energy recklessly, broke through the ground with a compelling momentum, and turned into dozens of wooden vines.

The wooden vines were thick and tough, twisting like spirit snakes, condensed into strands, and suddenly turned into a wooden vine giant, soaring into the sky.

The giant was controlled by wooden vines. After all, it was not as flexible as a human being. After staggering two steps forward, the wooden giant raised its fist and slammed its chest.

At the same time, he raised his head, and a gap suddenly opened under the wooden rattan-woven face.

"Roar!!"

There was a gust of wind and sand belt soil, which erupted from the "mouth" of the wooden rattan giant and reached the dome of the martial arts hall.

The roar was hoarse, as if a human cultivator was furious.

An elderly monk in the audience commented on the younger generation:

"The attacking methods of monks of the wooden way have always been considered to be slightly inferior to those of other monks of the great way. However, like Xianjun Pu Zhizhang, they are qualified."

"Yes, Master."

"You and Immortal Pu Zhizhang are practicing wood together, when will you be able to conjure such an attacking wooden vine giant?" The elder monk sighed slightly.

Annoyed and ashamed, the disciple looked at Yanwutai more seriously.

After Brother Pu Zhizhang summoned the wooden rattan giant, another immortal stepped onto the martial arts stage from the audience.

The monk was dressed in a white robe, with a stern and meticulous expression.

It was the Clumsy Immortal Lord Xuanying who sat down.

Seeing that Immortal Pu Zhizhang and Immortal Diaozhuo were on the stage together, the two wanted to step down as soon as possible, and they also made some considerations to welcome Feng Zhaoming to the stage earlier.

After Immortal Diaozhuo entered the stage, without further ado, he used his hands to write complex symbols in the void.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable is good at formations, and in Zhengyang Immortal Sect, no one can beat him directly.

Immortal Diao Zhuo, as the first apprentice under Xuanying Xianzun, should also be quite talented in the formation.

But other monks mentioned Diao Zhuo Immortal, most of them praised him for his thoughtfulness and his ability to interrogate prisoners.

There are very few mentions of his formation cultivation base.

Even so, the gestures of Diaozhuo Xianjun's formation are extremely standard, and the movements are done in one go.

When the formation fell, Immortal Diaozhuo pointed at the foot of the wooden vine giant.

The complex array pattern landed steadily there, exuding a simple and solid atmosphere.

The wooden vine giant felt the hostility from Tiaozhuo, and was a little clumsy. With an astonishing momentum, he ran towards Tiaozhuo Xianjun.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A large amount of dust and floating soil filled the martial arts stage.

There was a flash of white light at the foot of the wooden vine giant.

A rusty, wrist-thick chain rose from the formation pattern, twisting and approaching the wooden rattan giant.

Immortal Art - Imprisoned into a cage!

The rusty chain was like a tiger pouncing on its food. In the blink of an eye, the wooden vine giant's right foot was tightly locked by the chain.

After all, the wooden vines transformed by Immortal Pu Zhizhang are not flexible.There was only a loud bang, and the wooden vine giant fell to the ground thumping.

dusty.

The millions of monks present in the Yanwu hall felt their bodies tremble, as if the ground was shaking.

The giant who fell down and ate dog shit also disintegrated into dozens of wooden vines, and the weak ones turned into seeds. They shrank back and were taken back into the sleeves by monk Pu Zhizhang.

"Don't look at the wooden rattan giant that fell and turned into a seed. This kind of thing will never happen in actual combat."

"Senior brother, I know. Immortal Lord Pu Zhizhang wants to make a quick decision and give Immortal Diao Zhuo a step forward."

"It's said that Immortal Pu Zhizhang is open-minded and magnanimous. Seeing him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

"Yeah, on such a grand occasion as the Martial Arts Competition, he can also advance through retreat, which is really admirable."

A monk pondered:

"Zhengyang Xianzong, there are a few very good immortals..."

But soon, the cultivator regained his concentration and turned his gaze back to the martial arts stage.

His eyes revealed the light of expectation.

It was because he calculated that seven immortals had already appeared on the stage at this time.

The last one to appear must be the first immortal of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Feng Zhaoming.

Immortal Pu Zhizhang and Immortal Diaozhuo bowed to the million monks sitting there, and then walked down the martial arts platform.

Pu Zhizhang took two quick steps, walked up to Immortal Diaozhuo, and asked, "Immortal Diaozhuo, are you feeling unwell today?"

Then I saw that Diaozhuo Xianjun's face was like gold paper, crumbling.

He waved his hand, as if to say, "Nothing."

However, at this moment, Xianjun Diaozhuo only felt a heat wave surge in his lungs, and a strong feeling of depression rushed to his throat, he arched his body suddenly, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

"Ah!" Pu Zhizhang supported Tiaozhuo's shoulder, glanced left and right, and called out, "Shu Zhong! Immortal Shu Zhong!"