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

Not only Beilin Xianjun, most of the millions of monks present had the same expectation for Qianqing.

So when they had listened to the drums for a long time, they began to stir and whisper.

"Why don't you hope that my house will open on stage?"

"It's been so long."

"Yes, come out quickly!"

Although the drumming of the big men around is powerful and pleasant, it is exciting.

But it still couldn't suppress the rioting protests of millions of monks.

Off the court, the three immortals of Zhengyang Immortal Sect sat in high positions.

Baizang Xianzun showed a heavy expression on his face.

He slightly raised his hand, and said to the fairy boy behind him: "Quick, go out and see, what happened?"

That fairy boy got up quickly and left the martial arts hall in an instant.

Xuanying Xianzun sitting on the left of Baizang Xianzun curled his lips into a smile, showing no sign of nervousness.

He showed a funny expression, leisurely looking at the empty martial arts arena.

Martial arts performance is a grand event in four continents, which is held once every 20 years, and the four continents take turns to be the hosts of this grand event.

Recall that the last time Zhengwuzhou was the host of the Martial Arts Competition was 100 years ago.

No host can afford to screw up a big event like this.

The Martial Arts Competition is not just a martial arts competition, it is also a representative of whether a continent is strong or not.

Zhengwuzhou has always been regarded as a representative of the poor and weak among the four continents.

If something goes wrong in the opening ceremony this time, then the hat of "the bottom of the four continents" will never be taken off within a hundred years.

Baizang Immortal Venerable looked dignified and anxious.

Fortunately, shortly after Xiantong left, someone finally appeared on the martial arts stage.

It was a thin monk with fair skin and a goatee.

The thin and frail monk had a nervous expression on his face, and when he stepped onto the stage, he showed a soft, even flattering smile.

"what is this?!"

"This...isn't this the head of the Lian family of the Zhengwuzhou nobles, Lian Liankan?"

"Why did he appear..."

"I want to visit my little Patriarch!"

For a moment, complaints from the audience boiled over, and the entire martial arts hall was extremely noisy.

The Patriarch of the Lian family seemed to have anticipated the reaction from the audience, he gave a wry smile in his heart, and repeatedly clasped his fists to signal his surroundings.

After a while, another slender female cultivator walked over with lotus steps.

Looking at the four continents, except for a very few sects, the rest of the sects are more male than female.

At the moment, most of the martial arts halls are male cultivators.

Seeing such a beautiful female cultivator, the noise in the audience seemed to be much quieter.

"This is the most beloved youngest daughter of the noble Lian family, Fairy Lian Longyu."

Lian Longyu stepped forward to support her father's arm, her eyes were sad, she gently removed the hair ornament from her head with her right hand, and waved lightly at the dome.

I saw the sky full of starlight flashing above Lian Longyu's head, condensed into a nebula, and slowly descended, covering the fairy body.

Some of the monks present showed obsessed expressions.

"Fairy Lian Longyu has a single-water physique, her spiritual power can condense nebula, she is beautiful."

"Such a beautiful woman with a noble status is truly peerless!"

After the Noble Lian family came on stage, the Noble Ram followed.

Gong Yang Bu Lao, the head of the Gong Yang family, is a very tall and strong man.

He has a withdrawn personality and has a habit of collecting the inheritance of immortal cultivation.

"It is rumored that Gongyang Bubao likes to collect the broken limbs of fallen immortals."

"His hand hides Immortal Taibai's sternum."

"Also used special means to store the eyeballs of Great Immortal Yuqing."

"No matter what important matters the family is dealing with, as long as Gongyang Bubao hears that there is an inheritance of immortal cultivation, he will not hesitate to forget about the family affairs!"

Gong Yang Bu Lao, the subject of discussion, walked to the center of the martial arts stage and folded his arms.

Then he suddenly pulled out a long-dead corpse from his cuff.

"Oh……"

All the monks in the audience let out a low heck of shock.

Someone recognized that the corpse in Gong Yang Bu Lao's hands was the notorious demon "Killing and Never Leaving".

He does a lot of evil, especially likes to mutilate young human women, and grabs the irresistible human beings and tortures them slowly until he dies.

Since killing does not leave a body out of the body, the aristocratic Gongyang family personally took action to capture him.

It was more than a month ago that Kill Bu Leu was caught, so after Gong Yang Bu Lao took out the corpse, everyone separated it for a while before recognizing it.

Gong Yang Bu Lao snorted coldly and moved his hands lightly.

The corpse of a cultivator who had left his body was broken into seven or eight pieces like tender tofu.

This skill is by no means simple, and I don't know where Gong Yang's ability to mend the prison comes from. He can dismantle the corpse of an out-of-body monk so quickly, and the dismantling is so fast and smooth, as if he has practiced it millions of times.

"The evil is crooked," Gong Yang Bu Lao said coldly, "Everyone gets it and punishes it!"

After saying that, Gongyang Bubao put the dead body back into his sleeve and strode off the stage.

The monks in the audience were low again.

"The Patriarch of the Gongyang family is righteous and awe-inspiring. He is really a role model for my generation."

"But...but why did you bring out the corpse on such an occasion?"

"It is said that the head of the family has a strange personality, and today I have seen it..."

After the noble Lian family and the Gongyang family, Shangguan, Zhuge, Baili and other nobles came to the stage one by one.

The aristocrats of Zhengwuzhou are dignified and dignified, showing everyone's demeanor.

Only the figure of the head of the nobility, "Look at me respecting the family", was not seen.

"In the past, the martial arts competitions in Zhengwuzhou were all led by the Wangwo clan."

"Seven nobles have already appeared. Is it possible that this time, I hope my noble family will be the finale?"

"Haha, it seems that the Zhengyang Immortal Sect also knows that everyone is very interested in the little fairy master, so they have to show off."

The atmosphere under the stage gradually relaxed again.

The millions of monks who were waiting to see my respected family want me to appear on the stage, but they didn't know that the Zhengyang Xianzong monks who were "selling out" in their hearts were huddled outside the martial arts hall at the moment, all of them were in a state of desperation.

"Not playing."

There was an old man in gray robe, furious like thunder, staring viciously at Immortal Feng Zhaoming, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"You can't see the lord of my family, but you still want me to play, go dreaming!"

Some disciples were flushed with anxiety: "Senior Guizao, if you don't come on stage, why don't you send some golden-armored monks on stage?"

"Don't even think about it!" said the gray-robed old man, "If you don't see your lord, I hope that my Zun clan will not have a foot in the martial arts hall!"

"But the Martial Arts Club..."

"not my business."

The disciple turned around and said anxiously to Feng Zhaoming: "Feng Xianjun, you should persuade him too."

Feng Zhaoming opened his eyes and looked at Guizao.

Shaking her head, she said, "Qianqing went down the mountain privately, she will be punished."

Gui Zao jumped up when he heard the words: "Feng Zhaoming, you stinky thief, you are so self-righteous!"

Xianjun Feng Zhaoming has a dull personality and is very well-bred.

After hearing such insults, he didn't get angry, and still looked indifferent.

It just so happened that the opening ceremony of the noble Lian's family had finished, and Lian Longyu had just walked out of the martial arts hall when he heard Gui Zao's scolding and couldn't help being furious: "Old slave, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Fairy Lianjia, old slave, I'm not talking nonsense." As the chief manager of my family, Guizao was not polite at all when facing the noble Lianjia, cupped his hands with a sneer, and said:

"In terms of seniority, my venerable lord is the only son of the lord of the immortal, and the grandson of the celestial lord Baizang, he can be considered as the same generation as Feng Zhaoming. If it hadn't been for the last words of the immortal lord Dongkun, asking my lord to be a teacher of Feng Zhaoming, it would never be his turn." The master of my venerable lord. He was born to be ignorant of good and bad, relying on the title of little fairy master lord, he should take care of this and that. Hmph, what do you think you are!"

Lian Longyu said angrily: "In any case, Qianqing and Feng Xianjun have become a master-student relationship. Isn't it a matter of course for a master to discipline his apprentice?"

"It's fine to take care of me on weekdays, but I want to embarrass the Lord at the martial arts competition. Why, do you really want to make my family look ugly!"

As soon as these words came out, Lian Longyu was speechless.

As a nobleman, Lian Longyu certainly knows how much the nobles value appearance.

I hope that my family has been the head of the Zhengwuzhou nobles for generations, so this face is more important.

Feng Zhaoming insisted on locking up Qianqing before the Martial Arts Competition. Could it be that he really didn't know the importance of the Martial Arts Competition to see my family?

I'm afraid not.

Feng Zhaoming just felt that Qian Qing's safety was more important than the noble face.

Qianqing is twenty-five this year, and she has only practiced for ten years.Although the qualifications are extraordinary, but the experience is too little, and he is still a child.

Among all the participating monks present, Qian Qing's cultivation level was the lowest, only at the early stage of Jindan.

Feng Zhaoming would rather have Qianqing miss this martial arts performance than to let him fight.

However, there is no need to tell others about these thoughts.

Feng Zhaoming remained silent, turning a deaf ear to Gui Zao's swearing.

Fairy Lian Longyu at the side was so helpless, she tried several times to tell Feng Zhaoming to leave here and avoid Guizao.But due to various reasons, she couldn't speak, she just looked at Feng Zhaoming frequently from the corner of her eye.

The Patriarch of the Lian family, Lian Liankan, knew his daughter's intentions well. He hesitated for a long time, then leaned forward, bowed his body, and bowed to Immortal Feng Zhaoming who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said politely:

"Feng Xianjun, I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know if I can show my face and talk to the old man for a while?"

The Patriarch of the Lian family is much older than Feng Zhaoming, and he is bowing his back now, without the slightest aristocratic posture.

But Feng Zhaoming didn't like to pose in front of him, so he got up quickly, facing Gui Zao's terrifying eyes, and nodded towards Lian Liankan.

Gui Zao chased and scolded: "There is still half a cup of tea, and it will be my family's turn to appear. At that time, not only will my family lose face, but you Zhengyang Immortal Sect will also be unable to please."

This remark makes sense.

Not to mention all of the millions of monks present in the Martial Arts Hall, but nine out of ten are waiting to see Qian Qing.

It is conceivable how disappointed and angry the monks are when they hope that my family will not appear.

If they don't see Qianqing, their opinion of Zhengyang Xianzong will of course also decrease.

Feng Zhaoming didn't answer, he looked at Lian Lian and asked, "What's the matter, Patriarch?"

Lian Lian paused, looked at her daughter's desolate expression from the corner of her eye, and said:

"Feng Xianjun... this matter has something to do with the little girl, you see, how about taking a step to talk?"

Feng Zhaoming couldn't help but startled.

Lian Longyu was both ashamed and angry: "Father, what are you doing?"

The more Naguizao thought about it, the more angry he seemed to rush up to argue with Feng Zhaoming, even Longyu stood sideways to block him, but there was no way to prevent Lian Liankan from talking with Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming looked at Lian Longyu, feeling ashamed.He hesitated and nodded.

Amidst Guizao's angry roar of "Feng Zhaoming, this is not over!", Feng Zhaoming and Lian Lian moved away from Xuanxie Peak.

However, in the Martial Arts Hall, the nobleman ranked ninth also ended the opening.

The audience was full of excitement, ushering in the climax of the opening ceremony.

"According to past experience, the top performer in the Martial Arts Competition is usually the disciple of a gentleman from the four continents."

"For this Martial Arts Competition, the disciples of the gentlemen of the four continents are Bo Xichencheng, Lou Fengsui, Wang Me Qianqing, and Li Wudao."

"I hope Qianqing's cultivation level is the lowest, only at the early stage of Jindan."

"Bo Xichencheng and Lou Feng Sui have the highest cultivation levels, both of which are high-level Golden Cores. Li Wudao is next in the middle ranks of Golden Cores, but he is only a short distance away from the high-level Golden Cores."

"Looking at it this way, it seems hopeless that I, Qianqing, will win the first prize."

"He's too young!"

But someone else said: "I don't know why, but I'm still the most optimistic about Qianqing! He uses the bone of the fairy master of Dongkun as his bone, and the flesh of fairy Lanqiu Gui as his flesh. His body is as strong as Yuanying."

"That's right, although he is young, he is already the patriarch of my family, who is expected to be the patriarch of my family. I hope that my family's accumulation for thousands of years will be used for him alone. No matter what mediocrity it is, with such a supply of resources, it can become the pride of heaven."

During the conversation, another half cup of tea time passed.

The noisy martial arts hall not only did not quiet down, but became more and more chaotic.

"Hey, it's been such a long time since the ninth family of nobles left the field, why hasn't my family come out yet?"

"what happened?"

"Is the opening ceremony over?"

"Don't make me wait to waste my time!"