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

Under the Yanwu stage, Zhengyang Xianzong Xianzun is located.

Seeing that Immortal Diaozhuo performed decently on the martial arts stage, as a master, Xuanying Immortal Venerable stretched out an index finger on each of his left and right hands, and made a high-five motion with his fingers. His face was expressionless, and his attitude was not perfunctory.

But after Immortal Diao Zhuo stepped down, there was a small commotion around, but it was quickly subdued.

Baizang Immortal Venerable released his spiritual consciousness, and said to Xuanying Immortal Venerable:

"Xuanying Xianzun, when Tiaozhuo was drawing the formation, every time he raised his hand, his movements became a little slow, what's wrong?"

"Oh?" Xuanying Immortal Venerable asked indifferently: "Really?"

"Yes," Bai Zang Xianzun said: "Looking at his movements, it seems to be pain in the abdomen. Could it be that Tiaozhuo has recently injured his abdomen?"

Immortal Venerable Xuan Ying smiled and said, "Why doesn't this Venerable know?"

"..."

Baizang Xianzun put his eyes back on the martial arts platform, and he said to himself: "The body of the out-of-body monk is covered with spiritual power, and he is extremely powerful. If he attacks the monk who transforms the spirit, the monk may not be seriously injured at the beginning, but the veins have been affected. damage, if not treated in time, I am afraid it will suffer a lot.”

Immortal Master Baizang knew that in the position of Immortal Diaozhuo, very few people could injure him.

It is very likely that Xuanying Xianzun hurt the clumsy person.

Immortal Master Baizang was annoyed that Xuanying would cause trouble everywhere when the martial arts performance was approaching, so he couldn't help but raise something.

"So that's how it is." Immortal Venerable Xuanying showed a nonchalant expression, and said, "The next one to play is Immortal Feng Zhaoming, hehehe, this immortal is much more interesting..."

"Master, all the monks present are looking forward to Feng Zhaoming's appearance."

Bo Xichencheng, a monk in Liaojizhou, was suppressed by his master, so he had no choice but to return to his seat in Liaojizhou. He watched the fairy perform martial arts for a while, with a serious expression on his face, and asked, "What do you think Feng Zhaoming will use to kill me? The millions of monks present are convinced, so as not to lose the face of Zhengyang Xianzong?"

"Idiot." Brother Bi Xuying sneered, "In public, it is a very stupid thing to use the sure-kill method to expose your strongest hole card!"

For monks to fight, intelligence is extremely important.

A monk who is weaker but knows the enemy's important means and tricks, and has countermeasures, can easily defeat an enemy that is much stronger than himself.

The reason why the Sizhou monks present here are so looking forward to seeing Feng Zhaoming appear on the stage is because Feng Zhaoming has a fairy sword that no one has seen before, and no one has ever used it, "Nine Questions".

How powerful is this fairy sword?

If Feng Zhaoming honestly tells all the monks in Sizhou how powerful this fairy sword is and how powerful it is in order to let the host Zhengyang Xianzong win glory this time, and exposes his own strength that should be hidden, then Feng Zhaoming He definitely doesn't want to continue to hold the title of "combat force No.1".

You can't be too ostentatious, and you can't be too ostentatious.

Bi Xuying snorted, and said, "I'd like to see how this kid Feng Zhaoming will deal with it!"

Not long after Diao Zhuo and Pu Zhizhang left the stage, the originally quiet martial arts venue became noisy again.

There is no way, if millions of monks gather together, even if everyone breathes at the same time, it will appear noisy.After a while, Feng Zhaoming's figure did not appear on the martial arts stage.

A monk said impatiently:

"When will Immortal Feng Zhaoming come out?"

"We've been waiting a long time."

"I can't wait to see that Immortal Sword Nine Questions!"

Just when the uproar tended to expand further, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then stopped talking.

As if sensing a different kind of atmosphere, some monks began to look up.

"Look!"

The monk with his head up raised his hand and pointed upwards.

More and more monks raised their heads, followed the direction of their fingers, and searched for their consciousness.

On the martial arts arena, the dome is wide open.

The harsh sunlight fell from the gaps between the leaves, forming beams of light.

Through the big open dome, one can see a vague black figure flying slowly towards Xuanxie Peak.

Gradually, Qingluan's melodious chirping sound came.

Then he saw that the vague black shadow was a majestic beast mount with shiny feathers and a slender neck.

Someone exclaimed: "That's the mount Qingluan of Immortal Feng Zhaoming!"

Everyone looked intently, and they saw a red-robed fairy with closed eyes sitting on Qingluan's back.

He is handsome and dignified.

Because Feng Zhaoming's pulse is in the eyebrows, his eyebrows are not like ordinary people, but a kind of burning bright red, which further complements the hostility and fighting spirit of this warrior avenue cultivator.

That Qingluan blew twice, flew to the martial arts arena, and circled in circles.

Feng Zhaoming, who had closed his eyes at first, suddenly opened them, and the aura around him was overwhelming and overwhelming.

He jumped up, like a young phoenix falling to the ground, and jumped onto the white stone slab of the martial arts platform.

For a moment, none of the millions of monks in the Martial Arts Hall spoke a word, and they all stared blankly at the tall and straight monk on the stage.

None of the monks thought that the world-renowned Immortal Feng Zhaoming would be such a young and handsome man.

In the silence, a crisp and frivolous whistle suddenly came from the audience.

Xianjun Feng Zhaoming turned his head and looked towards the voice.

In this extremely quiet and solemn occasion, who would dare to make such a presumptuous move?

The millions of monks in the field also turned their heads towards the place where the sound came from in astonishment, and saw Sect Master Bai Ren sitting at the head of the Kaiyuan Xianzong queue, smiling and waving at Xianjun Feng Zhaoming.

Sect Master Feng Zigang, who was next to Patriarch Bairen, was ashamed and stabbed Patriarch Bairen's arm with his elbow as a warning.

Sect Master Bai Ren just pretended not to notice it, and with the powerful spiritual consciousness of a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, he swept in all directions unscrupulously, forcing back all the curious or contemptuous eyes around him.

The spiritual consciousness of all the monks has just shrunk back, and the original tranquility has been restored.

Standing in the very center of the martial arts stage, Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand in salute without saying a word.

He was clearly alone, but standing on the white stone slab of the martial arts platform, he had the aura of a thousand troops rushing towards him.

I saw Feng Zhaoming's right hand grasping the void in front of his chest, a white light suddenly appeared, and a majestic and astonishing aura gradually rose in Feng Xianjun's palm.

The monks were in an uproar:

"Is Xianjun Feng Zhaoming going to call out the fairy sword 'Nine Questions' directly?"

"There is not even a single opening sentence. The rumors that the fairy has a dull personality are indeed true!"

Under the stage, Immortal Bi Xuying snorted softly and narrowed his eyes.

Xianjun Beilin sighed: "Once this sword is released, even if Xianjun Zhaoming does nothing, it will be enough to save the face of Zhengyang Xianzong."

This immortal gentleman is as gentle as spring, and among the four gentlemen, he has the best relationship with Feng Zhaoming, so his words are very polite.On the other side, Immortal Wuping was chattering endlessly to impart experience to his disciples.

What he said coincides with what Bi Xuying said just now.

"It's dangerous to reveal one's hole cards in public. My teacher guesses that Xianjun Feng Zhaoming will make the most simple and ordinary moves to the extreme to show his own level." Wu Ping said: "If that's the case , It will be more difficult than showing superb kung fu. Wu Dao, you have to observe carefully how Xianjun Feng Zhaoming uses simple spells to achieve the effect of shocking the crowd."

"Yes, Master!"

During the conversation, a fairy sword as thick as two fingers and as transparent as clear water appeared in Feng Zhaoming's hand.

This legendary "Nine Questions" fairy sword is mysterious and unpredictable. Before Feng Zhaoming, it had not been tamed by monks for tens of thousands of years.

Feng Zhaoming had never used this sword in actual combat before his cultivation at the peak of Transformation God.

Therefore, no one has seen the Nine Questions Immortal Sword.

However, when it appeared in Feng Zhaoming's palm, the minds of the millions of monks present were all shaken, they all knew that this sword must be authentic.

Powerful, astonishing fighting spirit, soaring into the sky.

The white light gradually dimmed, and Feng Zhaoming's palm shrank inward, holding Jiu Wen firmly in the palm of his hand.

Then the right leg backed up and arched, and the right arm was pulled back horizontally, making a very common opening gesture called "Sunrise Prepares the Sword".

Immediately afterwards, the fairy sword stabbed out suddenly, it was "Changyang Ping stab".

The Nine Questions Immortal Sword slashed downwards, and the "reverse collapse sword" made the fire perfect, and the sword body reflected the icy cold light.

After seeing these three hands, someone recognized them and said in surprise:

"Is this... Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming used the Zhengyang sword technique?"

There are 24 styles of Zhengyang swordsmanship, also known as Zhengyang 24-style swordsmanship. It is the most widely spread swordsmanship of Zhengyang Xianzong, and all beginners must learn the swordsmanship.

This set of basic sword techniques was used by Immortal Feng Zhaoming, the power is naturally extraordinary, the Nine Questions Immortal Sword is famous, and the sword moves are also very beautiful.

"But……"

"It's too boring!"

The million monks who had been watching with bated breath all sighed regretfully.

A cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect disciple.

Even though Xianjun Beilin said that as long as Xianjun Feng Zhaoming sacrificed the Immortal Sword Nine Questions, he would be able to compete for Zhengyang Xianzong's face.

However in practice this is not feasible.

Immortal Feng Zhaoming is known as "Zhengwuzhou No. 1 Combat Strength". He is as famous as senior Bi Xuying at a young age. Under his fame, he only shows nine questions and dances Zhengyang swordsmanship, which is obviously not enough to watch. of.

On the martial arts stage, Feng Zhaoming focused his expression and did not pay any attention to the noise from the audience.

He has used this set of Zhengyang swordsmanship countless times, and his movements are skillful and smooth, and he will soon finish demonstrating the Zhengyang swordsmanship.

Then he held the sword in his right hand, and put Jiuwen upright beside his arm.

On the stage, Feng Zhaoming took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The originally astonishing spiritual power slowly condensed.

Visible to the naked eye of the monks present, a thin layer of spiritual mist covered Xianjun's red robe.

"What is this for?"

A monk exclaimed: "Could it be...!"

Immortal Bi Xuying, who was sitting in the Eastern Tomb Immortal Sect, frowned, held the handle of the wooden chair with his right hand, and leaned forward involuntarily.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Zhaoming's figure gradually blurred, and became solid again.

The solid figure stepped forward and moved to the left, revealing another solid figure behind him.

On the Martial Arts Stage, there unexpectedly appeared two Immortal Monarch Feng Zhaoming, and each of them had a condensed aura and sufficient spiritual power, unlike ordinary avatars.

The figure on the left turned around, swung the fairy sword, and attacked to the right.The sword is extremely sick, like a snowstorm in the sky, hitting at night.

The figure on the right reacts extremely quickly, moves slowly but smoothly, and is still using a set of Zhengyang swordsmanship.

The extremely slow Zhengyang swordsmanship was in stark contrast to the extremely fast sword attack.

The two Nine Questions Immortal Swords collided fiercely, making a sound like a rainstorm.

There was an uproar.

"what is this!"

"Has Xianjun Feng Zhaoming's avatar technique reached this level?"

The cultivator with a slightly higher vision put his spiritual sense on the martial arts stage and stared carefully.

The phoenix-eyed young monk looked dignified, and said to the people around him, "Did you see it?"

Sitting in the wheelchair, Lou Feng coughed lightly, nodded, and said:

"This is not a clone technique, I'm afraid it's..."

The two monks felt the fighting spirit of Immortal Feng Zhaoming on the stage, and spoke at the same time, saying:

"The fighting spirit is revealed!"

As the name suggests, what he did was revealing his fighting spirit, which means that the avenue practiced by Immortal Feng Zhaoming has reached the point where it can turn the emptiness into reality.

Ordinary monks can also return the Dao to reality, such as Baizang Immortal Venerable, who can transform the Dao he has cultivated into the shape of a thin-stalked fan leaf.

Different monks have different shapes revealed by the avenue.

Some are flying cranes, some are raging fire.

However, someone like Feng Zhaoming who can completely transform his body and perform ordinary monk movements is really unheard of.

"Impossible!" Immortal Bi Xuying slapped the right handrail violently, his eyelids trembling: "How is this possible!"

Look at the martial arts stage again.

The Nine Questions Immortal Sword is indeed the second best sword in the ranking of immortal swords.Feng Xianjun, the figure on the left, is aggressively attacking, with strong wind and heavy rain.

On the right is a clank, and once the sword is released, it supports the sky and the ground.

"The sword technique used on the left side is very exquisite. It combines the advantages of hundreds of schools and forms a school of its own."

"If I'm under the nine questions, I'm afraid I won't be able to last ten breaths!"

"Don't look at the fairy on the right who only uses one set of Zhengyang swordsmanship, 24 moves over and over again, but I didn't lose the slightest bit!"

"It's incredible."

"Zhengyang swordsmanship, is it so powerful?"

Someone sneered and said, "No, it was only under the demonstration of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming that it appeared so powerful."

Even though Immortal Feng Zhaoming forced out all the spiritual power in his body and summoned the avatar to show his fighting spirit, he couldn't use his spiritual power.

However, just relying on the power of the Immortal Sword Nine Questions, the transparent barrier covering the martial arts stage was bulged, like boiling water bubbling.

On the dome, a divine steed and an elegant Qingluan divine bird stands on one foot in the martial arts hall.

Through the large open dome, the divine bird can clearly see every move of its master.

It seemed to take Feng Zhaoming's outstanding performance as normal, and turned its head to comb the feathers on its back.

A cyan feather fluttered and fell into the Martial Arts Hall.

When the feather was attached to the barrier and twisted to the side by the mighty force.

Feng Zhaoming withdrew his fighting spirit avatar, holding the hilt of Jiuwen sword tightly with his right hand.

The light flashed, and the fairy sword became invisible.

Feng Zhaoming tidied up the skirts that were not at all messy.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a wine jar with a thin bottle mouth.

Feng Zhaoming raised the wine jar and poured it out.

In front of the millions of monks present, a blue porcelain cup appeared out of thin air.

As Xianjun poured the wine, only the slight sound of "gudongdong" could be heard.

A rolling transparent liquid gradually gushed out of the cup.

In the middle of the liquid, there is a piece of emerald green bamboo leaf, which looks like a fairy.

Feng Zhaoming obviously didn't walk out of the barrier of performing martial arts, and didn't walk in front of a million monks.

Just dumping the wine jar, immortal wine emerged from everyone's wine glasses.

The liquid in the cup was so mellow that the monk fell in love with it after sniffing it.

"This is the famous wine 'Zhuyeqing'!"

"No wonder it's so mellow."

Immortal Beilin pointed at the sky, and the wine glass dangled and moved to his lips.

He said with a smile: "Feng Zhaoming Xianjun has a heart."

Not far away, Immortal Bi Xuying's face was gloomy, he hummed coldly, and drank the bamboo leaf green angrily.

On the other hand, the noble family.

Fairy Lian Longyu, who was originally smiling because she saw Feng Lang's heroic appearance, couldn't help lowering her head when she saw Zhuyeqing floating in front of her.

Two drops of clear tears fell down the woman's cheeks.

Sect Master Bairen was sitting in the queue of Kaiyuan Xianzong, seeing the wine glass swaying towards him, he didn't open his mouth, as if he was not interested in the coveted immortal wine.

He just raised his hand, pierced the big thorn into the wine glass, passed through the wine, and pinched the emerald green bamboo leaf in the center of the wine.

A piece of vigorous Jingxin Arrow Bamboo.

"The deity knows."

Sect Master Bairen was in a good mood, resting his chin on his left hand, squinting his eyes and smiling, "Between Fairy Longyu and this deity, you choose me, not her."

Zhengyang Xianzong, Xuanxie Peak, Yanwu Hall.

After the three immortals and the eight immortals took turns to show off, the sky was getting late and the sun had already set to the west.

If the millions of monks present were not completely immersed in the wonderful swordsmanship of Immortal Feng Zhaoming at this moment, I am afraid that some people would have discovered earlier that the light in the martial arts stage has begun to dim at this moment.

A disciple of the immortal sect held the wine glass in front of him, raised his head to drink, and said:

"Good wine, really worthy of the famous wine 'Zhuyeqing'."

A close friend of his was sitting next to the disciple of Xianmen. Hearing this, he also took a sip of Zhuyeqing and echoed, "Yes, this wine has a mellow taste and a hint of bamboo leaf fragrance."

"Haha," the Xianmen disciple turned around and was about to chat with his friend when he suddenly noticed the surrounding light and asked in amazement, "Is it already this late?"

That friend: "Huh?" He turned his head and looked around, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, the sky is dark."

"It must be that we were too obsessed with the wonderful performance of the opening ceremony."

"Speaking of which, after the ten nobles of Zhengwuzhou line up, today's opening ceremony will be over."

"According to the usual practice, the ten nobles lined up, probably led by the Wangwozun clan."

"The respected family visits me, go to Tianchiwu, and compete for luxury!" The immortal disciple said: "It's a pity that the blood is thin. This time, I am visiting the little Patriarch of my family, and I, Qianqing, will show up for the first time."

"I really don't know, look at me, Qianqing, what kind of person I am..."

During the conversation, Feng Zhaoming on the stage moved his phoenix eyes lightly, and his spiritual consciousness swept across all corners of the martial arts arena.

Seeing that most of the wine glasses in front of the million monks were empty, the monks whose wine glasses were full did not raise their hands to touch them.

Feng Zhaoming flicked his sleeve, and the blue wine glass that appeared in front of the monk out of thin air disappeared again out of thin air.

Feng Zhaoming's face remained motionless, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and then he clapped lightly once.

The clapping was barely audible, and after the clapping, the young monks in fiery red robes slowly disappeared in the air like wine glasses in the huge arena.

On the martial arts stage, the light is dim, if any mortal is here, he will definitely lose sight of his fingers.

Almost at the same moment when Feng Zhaoming disappeared from the stage, the millions of monks present were suddenly shocked.

"—Boom!"

Only the sound of drums could be heard suddenly coming from all directions.

The million monks turned their heads in astonishment, and saw more than a thousand big men lined up neatly, standing around the martial arts hall.

Their upper body is bare, their waists are tied with hemp ropes, and their legs are tied in a horse stance.

In front of each big man, there is a big cowhide drum with a height of two people.

That's where the astonishing drumbeat just now came from.

The big man's naked body showed exaggerated muscles, and there were traces of sweat.

They raised their right hands high, aimed at the drum, and struck again.

"Boom!"

The sound of the drums was like the wind blowing weeds, gathering in the center of the martial arts hall, around the martial arts platform.

The white stone slab, which was originally empty, was also slightly dusted by the sound of the drum.

Under the sound of drums resounding through the sky, there was another chi chi sound.

After the second sound of the drum, the trillions of candles began to be ignited rapidly one by one, illuminating the entire martial arts arena brilliantly.

Boom!dong dong!

The overwhelming drumbeat seemed to be able to hold the monk's heartbeat.

Every big man raised his hand to beat the drum, and the monk's heart would beat.

Beilin Xianjun said with a smile:

"The monks who beat the drums all have Nascent Soul cultivation. When they beat the drums, the aura surges, which is shocking. I have heard that the monks in Zhengwuzhou like the sound of the piano. I didn't expect that the drumming is also remarkable. of."

Lou Feng who was sitting in the wheelchair responded with a light cough.

The eyes of Xianjun Beilin moved to Lou Feng's body invisibly, and then turned back to the martial arts stage.

His disciple is extremely talented and exquisite.

It's a pity that Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, and it's really a pity that Lou Fengsui has such a weak body.

Even Xianjun Beilin, who is a master, feels sorry, and Lou Fengsui, who is the person involved, might care more about it.But during the more than [-] years that Beilin had been with this apprentice, he had never heard him say a word to complain about the injustice of God.

Naturally, Immortal Beilin would not bring it up on purpose to poke his apprentice's sore spot.

Therefore, Beilin pretended not to hear Lou Fengsui's coughing, and with a look of great interest, he looked towards the Yanwu stage, waiting for the head of the top ten nobles of Zhengwuzhou to come out.

He is very interested in looking at my family's little head, Feng Zhaoming's big disciple.