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

Under the stage, on the seat of the celestial venerable, the celestial venerable Baizang heard the commotion all around, and raised his eyebrows in anxiety.

The fairy-like old fairy no longer had the usual leisurely and elegant posture, and sent the fairy boy to come over several times to ask about the outside world.

When he learned that Feng Zhaoming had no intention of letting Qianqing leave Zaowang Peak, Immortal Baizang couldn't help but sigh.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable sitting on the side said with a smile:

"Immortal Master Baizang, don't worry, with your grandson's ability, you might be able to break free in a while and leave Zuowang Peak."

"...Oh, it's too late."

"Otherwise, you go to Sitting Wangfeng and take the little fairy master from above."

Baizang Xianzun gave Xuanying Xianzun a weird look, but didn't speak.

At this moment, the patience of the millions of monks sitting under the stage reached its limit.

In Liaojizhou, Dongdao, under the sect of Dongling Xianzong, there is a monk named Zhu Changpeng.

He is tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, suddenly stood up and said:

"I hope there is no one in my house?"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"presumptuous!"

"Bullshit!"

A monk of Zhengyang Xianzong stood up, cursing and confronting.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Zhu Changpeng said sharply, "If you have the guts to ask me, Qian Qing, to come out!"

"I'm mad at me too!"

"Zhu Changpeng, how dare you call the little fairy master by his first name. Is the Dongling Immortal Sect trying to quarrel with my Zhengyang Immortal Sect?"

All of a sudden, the Martial Arts Hall was very lively.

The main purpose of the martial arts event is to compare and learn from the four continents Jindan monks, and conduct martial arts competitions.

The contestants on the stage were all young and energetic monks, and if they were asked to show their hands and feet, they would inevitably get emotional, and they would often yell at each other.

So Immortal Venerable Baizang, Immortal Bi Xuying and others, after hearing the uproar, did not stop them.

It's just the bickering of young people.

Zhu Changpeng competed with Qianqing Linzichu for the inheritance of immortality in the frozen forest wasteland. After losing to the two of them, although he admitted Qianqing's strength, but because of his arrogance, he has always been concerned about it, so he trained more diligently , just waiting for a showdown with Qianqing in the martial arts competition.

When Zhu Changpeng found out that he couldn't see Qianqing, he was more excited than anyone else, his face contorted with anger.

"Hmph, why look at my family, that's all!"

Zhu Changpeng gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled out a dark purple long knife from his waist.

This knife contains an extremely strong breath, so rich that it almost condenses into substance.

After Zhu Changpeng grasped the fairy sword 'Ziheng', he used the subtle force of his palm to make Ziheng gently rotate it in a circle in the palm of his hand.

Then Zhu Changpeng grasped Ziheng violently, making a bow-drawing gesture with both hands.

The dark purple long knife trembled, emitting faint fluorescence.

The muscles of Zhu Changpeng's right hand bulged, and he threw it forward suddenly.

The monks who had quarreled with Zhu Changpeng were all stunned when they saw his actions.

That's right, at the martial arts performance meeting, the monks were agitated, not only swearing, but also shaking their fists.

But it was just the opening ceremony at this time, how much hatred did Zhu Changpeng have, and he wanted to directly call out his natal immortal sword to fight with others?

"not good!"

Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Baizang Immortal Venerable Baizang under the wooden door Qi suddenly realized, his face changed drastically and he said: "He is going to attack Wang Wang's family's battle flag!"

Everyone looked up and saw that Zhu Changpeng's saber Ziheng did not fly in front of the monks present, but went straight to the battle flag hanging by my house.

In the martial arts arena, there are countless flags hanging.

It would undoubtedly be a great loss of face if someone shot down the battle flag during the opening ceremony.

Zhu Changpeng is young and only has the Golden Core cultivation base.

The younger generation made a move, and it was not convenient for Zhengyang Immortal Sect to stop him, otherwise he would be said to be bullying the small.Therefore, people like Baizang Immortal Venerable and the others could only blow their beards and stare at this junior running wild on their own territory.

Only monks with the same level of cultivation are qualified to stop them.

Seeing the seven wooden doors off the field with a brazen expression, he raised his right hand high and spread his palm.

A perfectly round golden seed aimed at the battle flag of my Wang family and flew away.

Only a sound of "hoo" was heard.

As soon as the seed square was exposed to the air, it exploded and grew rapidly, turning into a wooden vine as thick as a wrist, entangled like a snake and flew towards Ziheng Immortal Knife.

"Bold!"

The twin sisters of Zhengyang Immortal Sect and Baizang Immortal Zun, who knew right and wrong, also shouted angrily and used their supernatural powers to block Zhu Changpeng's attack.

Then he saw two blue-green fierce tigers, pawing the ground with four claws, roaring and galloping into the air, blocking the attack of Ziheng Immortal Saber.

All this happens in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Xuanying Xianzun shook his head boredly.

He could already see that neither Mumen Qi nor Ming Fei and Ming Fei's methods could stop Zhu Changpeng's Immortal Sword.

It is not unreasonable for Liaojizhou to be called the most powerful Xianzhou.

At this moment, none of the Jindan disciples of Zhengyang Immortal Sect stood up enough to resist Zhu Changpeng, a disciple of Dongling Immortal Sect.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable looked up at the battle flag blowing in the wind.

"It's quite interesting to be shot through the battle flag at the beginning." Xuanying Xianzun smiled, thinking: "I don't know how my family will react, haha."

Immortal Master Baizang frowned, he had already made a plan to stop Zhu Changpeng's offensive even if he was ridiculed that the Zhengyang Immortal Sect had no successors and asked the old fellow to insult the younger generation.

at this time.

Suddenly, not far away, there was the sound of a dragon chant.

The dragon's chant is long and loud, mysterious and dignified, as if it came from the ancient prehistoric period, it is awe-inspiring.

The million monks present even forgot about the Ziheng Immortal Knife that was about to pierce the battle flag of the Wangwo Zun clan in the air. They raised their heads involuntarily and looked towards the dome.

The Ziheng Knife pierced Zhanqi with lightning speed, and the attack came to a sudden halt.

The deep purple fairy knife seemed to be frozen by something extremely cold, hard and powerful. No matter how hard the fairy knife struggled, it could not escape.No matter how Zhu Changpeng urged him to move, he could only stay where he was, unable to move.

Zhu Changpeng's complexion changed, and he raised his head brazenly.

Suddenly, above the dome, a divine dragon with silver scales and horns swam over.

The dragon has a fierce posture, its beard is like a whip, and its eyes are powerful.

When the dragon came, the climate around Xuanxie Peak changed.

The monks present only felt that the whole body was filled with mist, and an unspeakable faint fishy smell permeated the tip of their noses.

"This is……"

There is a monk from Zhengwuzhou, with his eyes wide open, his body trembling, pointing upwards, and shouting:

"This is... this is the beast Fulong!!"

"Fulong!"

"I never imagined that one day I would meet such a legendary beast!"

People in Zhengwuzhou respect Fulong and often use Fulong embroidery as a totem to worship.

The rest of the three continents monks are well aware of Fulong's influence on the Zhengwuzhou monks, but most of them have never seen such heaven and earth beasts.

I was just amazed at the prowess and aura of this beast.

He couldn't immediately recognize the heel of this beast like the monk Zhengwuzhou did.

At this moment, seeing the monks in Zhengwuzhou ecstatic, and some even shed tears, only then did they realize that the majestic giant beast above was actually the divine beast Fulong!

"Look! There is someone on Fulong."

Where did this legendary rare beast come from, and what kind of character could fall from the sky on Fulong's neck.

Even the Immortal Lord Dongkun back then couldn't afford to straddle Fulong!

The monks in Zhengwuzhou made an uproar, stood up from their seats one after another, and said the answer in surprise:

"That must be the little fairy master looking at my family, looking at me Qianqing!"

On the body of the silver dragon, there were two young monks of similar stature, straddling the neck of the silver dragon.

One was dressed in a red robe and battle suit, with a hostile look on his brows and eyes, and he dared not take it seriously.

One person is wearing a white robe and a wide robe, with an elegant appearance and a calm expression.

The man in the red robe seemed to have just arrived from there.His waist-length black hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and he didn't have time to comb it.

The howling wind blew up Qianqing's battle robe, and also made his hair stand upright.

The black hair is like a waterfall, reflecting Qianqing's fighting spirit, like a god or a demon!

"Look at my boy, don't blame me for wasting time."

Qianqing held her black hair with one hand, her eyes were shining brightly, and she looked around.

"Now, please greet and greet everyone."

Saying hello, but condescending, without the slightest gesture that a junior should have.

While speaking, Fulong, as huge as a mountain, swam to the vicinity of the battle flag of the Wangwo Zun clan.

"Roar!"

Fulong opened his mouth to pant, his fan-like tail swayed slightly.

The Ziheng Immortal Knife, which was frozen in place and trembling, was slapped to the ground by Fulong's tail, smashing the ground into a huge deep pit.

Zhu Changpeng's face was flushed, and he clenched his hands into fists.

Qianqing raised her hand, and on Fulong's body, she suddenly pulled up the family battle flag suspended in the sky.

The wind howled.

Qianqing looked down sharply with her eyes, holding up the battle flag and dancing wildly against the wind.

"Where is Guizao!"

The aura of Jindan's high-level cultivation swept the entire martial arts arena in an instant!

"Where is Guizao!"

The fighting spirit in Qianqing's eyes was overwhelming, and the moment the words were spoken, there was an astonishing spiritual pressure scattered like birds and beasts, shocking the crowd.

All the monks in the audience were in an uproar, they were stunned by Qian Qing's appearance, and there was a lot of discussion.

Then I saw a gray-clothed monk with extraordinary spiritual pressure appearing in front of the main entrance of the Martial Arts Hall.

Behind the gray-clothed monk, there were hundreds of golden-armored monks, holding long spears, and lined up neatly.

The grey-clothed monk suddenly knelt down and bowed.An old, humble, and respectful male voice uttered from the mouth of the grey-robed monk.

"Old servant, see respect... respect master!"

Hundreds of golden-armored monks stood on their knees at the same time, their heads and necks bowed, and they roared in unison:

"Honor to the Lord!"

The sound of kneeling was like thunder, echoing in the martial arts hall, deafening.

A monk exclaimed:

"This gray-clothed servant has an out-of-body cultivation base!"

"Since you are an out-of-body monk, you can naturally go to Xianzong or Zongmen to become the head elder. Why do you want to be a slave in my family?"

"Looking at the way he bends his knees, he looks so frightened at my little Patriarch."

Qian Qing turned her eyes to the main entrance of Yanwu Hall, and saw Gui Zao kneeling on the ground.

He glared and said harshly:

"Aren't you coming up to start?"

"Yes!" Gui Zao repeatedly responded, his figure shaking.

In the next moment, this out-of-body monk appeared on the martial arts stage together with a hundred golden-armored monks.

Although Guizao's cultivation base was much higher than Qianqing's, he didn't dare to show it at all. He let the spiritual pressure of Qianqing's high-level Golden Elixir cultivation sweep across the four directions like a wave, while he held his breath and shrank aside.

Off the court, there is a young monk with a vermilion mark on his forehead, he is Bo Xichencheng, the eldest disciple of the Dongling Xianzong sect in Liaojizhou.

At this moment, his delicate face showed a serious expression.

Bo Xichencheng spoke to the monk beside him and said:

"Look at me Qianqing, do you really have a high-level golden core?"

The monk beside him was half a body shorter than Bo Xichencheng, sitting in a wheelchair, with a pale face and melancholy eyes.

Lou Feng Sui coughed and nodded: "The breath is quite stable, it should be a high-ranking Jindan monk."

"All the previous information about Wangwo Qianqing shows that he has only been promoted to Jindan not long ago, and he only has the early stage cultivation of Jindan."

"Yeah." Lou Feng smiled lightly and said:

"Zhengyang Xianzong really gave us a big surprise."

Bo Xichencheng narrowed his eyes and stared dangerously at the two monks on the dragon body.