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

Then I saw the silver dots on Qianqing's forehead shining brightly, the robes all over her body were agitated, and the spiritual energy covered her whole body.

He looked down at the Yanwu stage, and saw that the hundreds of golden armored guards of my family were lined up neatly, standing at the far right of the Yanwu stage.

Qianqing reached out and touched the scales on the back of Fulong's neck, signaling it to move downstream so that Qianqing could land on the martial arts platform.

Fu Longlong's pupils were wide open, with bloodshot eyes around them.

"Roar!"

I don't know what made Fulong unhappy again, I only heard Fulong's low moan from his throat, it shook his head violently, and made a "pop".

The flat dragon ear precisely hit Qianqing's back of the hand.

The back of Qianqing's hand was red and swollen.

He pretended nothing happened, and silently retracted his right hand, still maintaining the threatening momentum just now.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly, and grabbed Lin Zichu's wrist backwards.

The young man in red and white robe turned over and jumped off Fulong's body.

Like two light arrows falling to the ground, the force of the fall was so strong that it smashed the blue and white stone slabs of the Yanwu Platform into spider web-like traces.

High in the sky, Fulong raised his head to the sky and screamed, his body curled up, turning into a silver light, which penetrated into Qianqing's forehead.

The millions of monks in the audience saw this, and there was another commotion.

The divine beast Fulong advocates freedom and would rather die than surrender, which is well known.

This Fulong is willing to get into Qianqing's forehead, obviously it is extremely dependent on him and extremely intimate.

"It's unbelievable, I hope Qianqing can tame Fulong to such an extent!"

"The Immortal Lord Dongkun could never have done this!"

As soon as Qianqing and Lin Zichu stood firm, Lin Zichu jumped back again and again, retreating to the martial arts stage.

Although he has a marriage contract with Qianqing, he is not considered to be a member of our clan, and it is inconvenient for Lin Zichu to appear on such occasions.

On the martial arts stage, Qian Qing stood directly in front of the hundred golden armored guards.

Behind Qian Qing, the golden-armored monks were about the same size, all nine-foot tall and burly men.Their faces are solemn, exactly the same.

The golden-armored monks held spears in each hand and stood behind Qianqing, Yuan Tingyue standing upright, like a thousand troops.

Qian Qing's eyes quickly swept over each of the golden-armored monks, and then, seemingly casually, placed the battle flag of the Wangwo Zun clan in front of her.

He crossed his hands, pillowed the back of his neck, turned around and paced forward unhurriedly.

Hundreds of gold-armored guards followed Qianqing's pace and strode forward.

On the huge martial arts arena, only the clanging and iron hooves of the golden armored guards could be heard, which was solemn and magnificent.

When Qianqing walked to the center of the martial arts platform, the golden armored guards spread out neatly, and the distance between each monk was grasped on a precise scale.

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

Hundreds of guards in golden armor coincided with each other, and all danced with long spears in their hands.

call!call!

The spears in their hands each weighed a thousand pounds, and when they swung them, they made a sound like piercing the sky.

The golden gun danced faster and faster, gradually overlapping phantoms.

At first glance, it seems that hundreds of thousands have been added out of thin air.

The astonishing golden-armored guards behind him were in stark contrast to Qian Qing in front.

I saw Qianqing with her neck resting on her arms, strolling in the courtyard, as if walking in her own garden.

But the millions of monks present put most of their attention on him, without any contempt.

It's all because when Qian Qing entered the arena, she not only rode on the divine beast Fulong, but also showed the high-level aura of Jindan.

Everyone knows that Qianqing just achieved the golden elixir not long ago.

Everyone felt that he only had the cultivation base of the early stage of Jindan, and his strength was too low to compete for the first place in this martial arts competition.

But now, no one doubted Qianqing's strength.

"It's really terrible to look at me Qianqing."

"In just a few days, you can be promoted to a higher level."

"I'm afraid it's a quick solution provided by my nobleman."

"Now, Bo Xichencheng, Lou Fengsui, and Li Wudao don't have any advantage against Wang Qianqing!"

The golden spear dance of the golden armor guard is getting faster and faster.

There also seemed to be traces of gold in the air, and the surrounding temperature became significantly hotter.

Some monks had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

When the speed of the spear's dancing reaches a certain level, it is difficult for ordinary monks to catch and dazzles the eyes.

The hundred golden armored guards suddenly unanimously raised their spears and took a long breath at the same time.

The suction power of the golden armored guards was astonishing, like a long whale swallowing water, and the surrounding air became thinner visible to the naked eye.

The monks who got close only felt that their faces were sucked a little loose.

Then, a hundred guards in golden armor raised their heads and exhaled at the same time.

boom!

There was only a roar of thunder and thunder, and an astonishing heat rushed to his face.

Above the golden armored guards, there are monstrous flames, soaring upwards, overwhelming mountains and seas.

It's like a phoenix chick descending, and it's like a golden crow falling to the ground.

The nearby monks had to raise their arms to cover the glare of the light, and they seemed to be able to smell the smell of burnt hair from their mouths and noses.

The rising huge fireball rolled and twisted.

Suddenly, a ferocious giant tiger emerged from the fireball, roaring in the wind.

After a while, the giant tiger turned into a long dragon again, and the dragon sang majesticly.

The flames turned the top of the martial arts platform into a boiling lake.

The monks in the audience were shocked and said:

"So imposing!"

"These golden-armored monks must have cultivated in the stage of transforming gods, so they can't make such a big show."

While amazed, the flame that could light the night suddenly dimmed.

The giant tiger and the long dragon disappeared at the same time, and the martial arts hall returned to its original brightness.

In the next moment, the flames erupted again.

"—look at me!"

The two fierce and arrogant fonts turned into burning flames and appeared behind Qian Qing and in front of everyone.Qianqing raised her right hand and grabbed the battle flag of my family in front of her.

The wind is whistling, and the battle flag is dancing wildly against the wind.

There are eight large characters clearly engraved on the front and back of the flag.

"The respected family looks at me, and the world is only me."

It was already late at night when Qianqing came down from the martial arts stage.

Hundreds of golden-armored monks were sweating profusely, and their golden-armored underwear was soaked. Every time they stepped down the steps, they would leave footprints with wet marks on the ground.

The burning flame hanging in mid-air just now seems to be composed of the spear in the hands of the golden-armored monk, but it is actually the graphics and words that Qian Qing, who is standing in front, uses the flame of the Queyan crane to condense.

If it weren't for the flame of the Yan Yan Crane, ordinary monks would not even feel the heat, and the effect would not be as good as it is now.

Qian Qing is Taifu Quyan Body, as the master of Queyan Crane, she can endure the heat of Queyan Crane's flame.However, at such a close distance, the golden-armored monk was sweating profusely, and the moisture in his body seemed to be evaporated.What's more, a layer of skin was scalded off the back.

Even so, they still maintained the most upright posture, insisting on following Qianqing closely, and no one made a sound.

However, Qian Qing knew that the golden-armored monk following him was enduring great pain.

So Qianqing combined her three steps into two steps, quickly and nimbly jumped off the martial arts platform.

As soon as she reached the place where Zhengyang Xianzong was located, Qianqing waved her hand back and said in a low voice:

"All the golden-armored monks obey orders and leave the martial arts hall."

The hundred golden-armored monks behind them touched the ground with their spears, and said in unison: "Yes, my lord!"

Almost at the moment when Qian Qing stepped down from the martial arts stage, among the millions of monks present, a handsome young man wearing a golden crown and cinnabar on his forehead suddenly stood up from his seat.

His phoenix eyes were looking forward to the brilliance, and he said in his mouth:

"Finally... it's time to go to the lonely stage!"

The one who spoke was Bo Xichencheng, a disciple of Dongling Immortal Sect.

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he couldn't wait.

Beside Bo Xichencheng was a thin young cultivator sitting in a wheelchair. With a pale complexion, he held Bo Xichencheng's wrist and said in a low voice:

"Dust City is not allowed, sit down quickly..."

Bo Xichencheng didn't listen, he raised his arm to block Lou Fengsui's hand.

The strength itself is not great, but Gai Yulou Fengsui was unprepared, and was pushed directly so that his body swayed and leaned against the wheelchair.

"You!" Bao Xichencheng hurriedly bent down, and said anxiously, "Did it hurt you?"

Lou Feng waved his hands again and again, and said with a smile: "It's okay. Dust City, sit down quickly. Next, it's the turn of the gentleman of Sizhou to play. Draw lots to choose the order of the four gentleman's disciples. It's not your turn to play yet."

When Bo Xichencheng heard the words, he helplessly lifted his robe and sat back on the spot.

His eyes are still looking sharply at somewhere in the arena, like a falcon.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu were sitting side by side in the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and when they were whispering to their eldest brother, Qianqing suddenly felt a sharp look from behind.

Almost at the same moment, Qian Qing and Lin Zichu both turned their heads in unison, moving in exactly the same way, looking at the place where Bo Xichencheng and Lou Feng Sui were sitting, towards Liu Xianzong in the Kongzhou Continent.

Seeing Qianqing and Lin Zichu looking back, Lou Feng smiled lightly and cupped his hands in salute, then tugged at the cuff of Bo Xichencheng.

Bo Xichencheng raised his neck proudly, squinted his eyes and looked at Qianqing.

Qian Qing looked back at him unceremoniously, even though she was the host, her eyes could not be said to be very respectful.

"This kid..." Bo Xichencheng gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

Lou Fengsui wryly smiled, held Bo Xichencheng's wrist, and said, "Okay. You provoke others, do you still want to ask for favor from them?"

Bo Xichencheng snorted, looked at Lou Fengsui's face, turned his head, and didn't say any more.

On the martial arts stage, there was a fairy boy holding a whisk, and said loudly:

"I invite Dongdao Liaojizhou, Dongling Xianzong, and Bi Xuying to come to the stage."

Xiantong's voice is thin and crisp, it seems that he is still a boy who has not vented his Yuanyang.

Under the stage, a monk wearing a straw hat raised his hand to lower the straw hat.

His figure swayed, and the next moment, he appeared on the martial arts stage.

After Immortal Bi Xuying took the stage, there was a burst of applause from the audience.

This fairy is the oldest and most senior among the four gentlemen, and is considered the head of the four gentlemen.

As soon as he stood on the martial arts stage, Bi Xuying scanned the audience, his eyes were sharp and unstoppable.

The face of the fairy boy holding the whisk changed, and soon he showed an ordinary expression again, and said loudly:

"Please invite Nanjiang to go to Kongzhou, Kongliu Xianzong, and Beilin Xianjun to come to the stage."

As soon as the words fell, even Xianjun Beilin in the audience showed a look of astonishment.

According to the usual practice, the second person to take the stage should of course be Xianjun Feng Zhaoming.

At this moment, for some reason, he jumped over him and directly invited Xianjun Beilin to play.

Xianjun Beilin had a delicate mind, and quickly swept his spiritual consciousness across the audience, but he didn't find the figure of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming.

He immediately reacted, straightened his back, and walked slowly onto the martial arts stage step by step.

The pace was so slow that one wondered if this fairy had been seriously injured not long ago.

It can be seen that Beilin Xianjun has a ruddy complexion, a smile on his cheeks and lips, and seems to be in good health.

After arriving on the martial arts stage at such a speed, Beilin Xianjun smiled and looked at the millions of monks present, saying politely:

"Assignment, acceptance."

The fairy boy on the field said again:

"Please invite Beiyu Taichongzhou, Huotai Immortal Sect, and Wuping Immortal Lord to come on stage."

A monk in a blue robe suddenly jumped up from the stage.

He is strong and capable. After jumping from the sky, he flipped more than a dozen hollow somersaults before jumping onto the martial arts stage.

"Brothers, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Wuping Xianjun spoke heartily and greeted Bi Xuying and Beilin.

"But I don't know why Senior Brother Feng Zhaoming is not here? Could it be that he is going to be the last to appear? Zhengyang Xianzong, as the host, really brought many surprises to everyone."

"Hehe," Beilin Xianjun said with a gentle smile, "The opening ceremony of the Martial Arts Association has been similar for hundreds of millions of years. This time, it is difficult for Zhengyang Xianzong to introduce new ones, and it really adds more fun."

Immortal Lord Beilin and Immortal Feng Zhaoming have a good relationship, so naturally they will talk about what is beneficial to Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"Really?" Immortal Bi Xuying smiled speculatively, and said: "According to what I see, it's not about bringing forth the new, let alone surprises, it's really that the Zhengyang Immortal Sect is not well prepared and the situation is happening frequently. "

When the several immortals talked, they did not use their spiritual consciousness to transmit sound.

The monks present had sharp eyes and ears, and after hearing this, they couldn't help but start talking in a low voice, causing commotion.

Under the stage, Qian Qing let out a soft 'Huh', and whispered to Lin Zichu incessantly.

Fairy Lian Longyu looked sad and looked towards the main entrance of Yanwu Stage frequently.

In the direction of Kaiyuan Xianzong, the blind Bairen Sect Master's eyes were calm, and he put his right hand on the Bairen Immortal Sword worn by his waist, and gently stroked the pattern on the sword body with his fingertips from time to time.

Wuping Xianjun said:

"What do you mean, brother?"

Bi Xuying raised his head, with the same haughty expression as his disciples:

"I hoped that my clan's appearance was postponed earlier. Could it be that I wanted to be at the bottom on purpose? Of course not. I'm afraid that the little fairy master was naughty and playful. I didn't know where to go. This delayed the time, so I couldn't catch up with the nobleman's first appearance."

"..."

"Where's Feng Zhaoming? Xiantong, why didn't you invite him to the stage?" Bi Xuying sneered, looked at Xiantong, and said without waiting for his answer, "Because he is not in the martial arts arena at all, and he doesn't know where he went. The two masters and apprentices are in the same line when it comes to being late and not obeying the rules."

Under the stage, the guards of my clan looked livid and were short of breath.

If it weren't for the strict discipline of slaves among the nobles, it would be inconvenient to yell at them due to their status.

I hope that the many guards of my family will surely let Immortal Monarch Bi Xuying understand what it means to speak evil from the mouth.

"..."

Under the stage, Qian Qing stood up against the table and gritted her teeth: "This old man!"

Fairy Lian Longyu said angrily: "Presumptuous!"

Sect Master Bairen was even colder and vicious: "I want to kill him."

This sound was extremely low, and only Sect Master Feng Zigang, who was very close, heard it. He looked at Sect Master Bai Ren, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be a light flashing in the eyes of Bairen Sect Master's godless eyes.

Sect Master Bairen suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

In the darkness, there was a tall and straight figure standing at the main entrance of the martial arts hall.

The owner of that figure, dressed in a red and white robe, was handsome.

The eyebrows on the face are vermilion, like a half-faced yin-yang fish.

It was Feng Zhaoming.

But for some reason, this fairy, who usually has his feet collapsed in front of him and his face is impassive, is pale at this moment, and his body is still trembling slightly.

Because Feng Zhaoming tried his best to endure, only a very small number of people who were close to Xianjun realized Feng Zhaoming's strangeness.

Sect Master Bairen frowned, showing a puzzled expression.

Fairy Lian Longyu gritted her teeth tightly and said nothing.

On the martial arts stage, Xiantong's eyes lit up, and he said:

"I invite Xilu Zhengwuzhou, Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and Feng Zhaoming Immortal Lord to come to the stage!"