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

The four most powerful immortals from the four continents are standing together on the blue and white stone slab of the Martial Arts Stage.The whole body exudes a powerful aura that has been tempered and tempered.

Feng Zhaoming and Beilin Xianjun stood side by side on the east side.

Bi Xuying and Wu Ping stood side by side on the west side.

The four faced each other, and the fairy boy holding a whisk stood in the center of the four.

With a flick of Xiantong's wrist, Fuchen retracted into Qiankun's sleeve.

Flip again, and four dice appeared in Xiantong's palm.

This dice is different from ordinary dice, only one side is slightly concave, and the other sides are flat, without any points.

There is a round hole on the concave side.Among them, two dice are red and two dice are blue.

"Everyone," Xiantong said, "I have four dice in my hand, and two of them have the same color. After a while, I will throw the dice in the air, and the four immortals will snatch them at the same time. The one with the same color will be one." The disciples of the immortals in the same group can show their skills in the next competition."

Martial arts grand meeting, a hundred years round.

Although there are as many arrogances in the world as there are stars, they emerge in endlessly.However, everyone knows that most of the winners of the martial arts event come from the disciples of the four immortals.

In order to increase the deterrence of the Martial Arts Show, after the opening ceremony, the four gentlemen will draw lots, and let the four disciples of the immortal king compete first.

The fairy boy bent slightly, with his belt flying, and said:

"three."

"two."

"one!"

As soon as the words came out, Xiantong suddenly raised his hand and threw four dice into the air at the same time.

The millions of monks present all raised their heads, staring at the dice in midair.

In this very short moment, Immortal Bi Xuying separated his consciousness, saw that there were two red dice in front of himself and Feng Zhaoming, and was satisfied, so Bi Xuying sent a voice transmission to Feng Zhaoming:

"Feng Zhaoming Immortal Monarch, how about you and I holding Hong Zi together for a while?"

Feng Zhaoming's face was pale, without saying a word, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the falling dice seriously.

An angry look flashed across Bi Xuying's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand, intending to raise his hand to grab the Hongzi in front of him.

Suddenly, there was wind blowing in front of him, and as soon as Bi Xuying's fingertips touched the red dice, Feng Zhaoming grasped the dice with lightning speed and held it in his palm.

At the same time, Beilin Xianjun spread his palms.The blue dice closest to him landed in the palm of Xianjun Beilin with a "click".

The fairy said with a smile: "My apprentice, Feng Suizi, is weak. No matter which senior brother is fighting with Feng Sui, I hope you will be merciful."

Bi Xuying snorted softly.

He thought that Feng Zhaoming snatched the dice in his hand to show him off, Bi Xuying was annoyed, but it was inconvenient to explode.

Seeing that Bi Xuying's fingers are flexible, he wants to catch another red dice.

The dice was closer to Feng Zhaoming, as soon as Bi Xuying turned around, Feng Zhaoming's palm followed him, and the speed was faster than Bi Xuying, wanting to catch the red dice again.

All this is a long story, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

Only Bi Xuying, the person concerned, understood what Feng Zhaoming had done, and anger suddenly burst out in his heart.

It should be known that Feng Zhaoming already has a dice in his hand at this time.

It stands to reason that no other dice should be shot.

In Bi Xuying's eyes, Feng Zhaoming's unusual actions turned into provocations.

Annoyed, Bi Xuying's palm suddenly lifted, his nails swelled, his spiritual pressure stirred, and he approached the dice with pressure.

Feng Zhaoming didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand made a grabbing gesture, and suddenly grabbed Bi Xuying's wrist.

Bi Xuying dodged sideways and grabbed the dice in the air with his other hand.

Feng Zhaoming let go immediately.

Bi Xuying gave Feng Zhaoming a cold look, thinking that he had finally had enough trouble.

But just when Bi Xuying was about to touch the red dice, he suddenly saw three small knives made of flames shooting straight at Bi Xuying's eyes, forcing him to retreat or resist.

Bi Xuying let out an annoyed growl, raised his hand and knocked down the knife.

Later, he wanted to grab the dice again, but Feng Zhaoming had already attacked by force, making a bold move.

"You! Feng Zhaoming!" Bi Xuying was furious, and no longer cared about the dice, he turned around and fought Feng Zhaoming, saying: "You think I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

This time, everyone reacted.

The millions of monks present were all stunned, showing eye-opening expressions.

No one expected that this simple drawing of lots by the immortals could turn into a confrontation.

And seeing the moves of these two immortals, none of them showed any mercy, they were ruthless.

Bi Xuying Xianjun has a hot temper and is defiant, and he has heard it for a long time.

But this Immortal Feng Zhaoming has a dull temperament, which seems to have nothing to do with being competitive.

I don't know what happened to Feng Zhaoming, but he was so restless all of a sudden, it was puzzling.

However, Feng Zhaoming has gained a great reputation in Zhengwuzhou in these years.

He is known as "Zhengwuzhou's No. 1 Combat Power", and he is also the master of the only son of the fairy lord. For a while, Feng Zhaoming was in the limelight in Zhengwuzhou.

It is said that there are no worthless people under a great name, and Feng Zhaoming is so highly regarded, naturally it is justified.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the confrontation between Feng Zhaoming and Bi Xuying, Feng Zhaoming did not fall into the slightest disadvantage.

This Bi Xuying is a senior who has been famous for a long time, being suppressed by Feng Zhaoming like this, he became more and more annoyed in his heart, and he was unceremonious in his attack.

However, no matter how Bi Xuying tried his best to break through, he couldn't catch the red dice right in front of him.

The dice landed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Zhaoming and Bi Xuying clashed over hundreds.

The tricks are all exquisite, all fast, as fast as lightning.

The monks in the audience were dumbfounded, and gasped in admiration.

Someone couldn't help saying:

"What exactly does Immortal Feng Zhaoming want to do?"

Others also showed puzzled expressions, they couldn't think of the reason why Feng Zhaoming fought so desperately with Bi Xuying.

Could it be that clay figurines also have blood nature?Immortal Bi Xuying is arrogant and complacent, and has verbally abused Immortal Feng Zhaoming many times in public. Feng Zhaoming couldn't bear it, and finally broke out today?

"impossible……"

"Even if you can't bear it, you still have to choose the right time. How can you make trouble in such a big event like a martial arts festival?"

In this extremely short period of time, the million monks in the audience couldn't figure out what Feng Zhaoming's actions were for.

However, standing on the stage, Beilin Xianjun, who was also astonished, carefully observed Feng Zhaoming's actions, and gradually understood.

He found out that Feng Zhaoming not only prevented Bi Xu from winning Xianjun, but also prevented him from getting the red dice.

At the same time, he was constantly changing the direction of the dice with the wind of his palm, flicking it towards Immortal Wuping.

"I see."

There was a flash of light in Xianjun Beilin's eyes.

He quickly understood Feng Zhaoming's intentions.

"Feng Xianjun is probably going to let Wu Ping take that red dice."

"That's right, if Immortal Wuping holds the red son, then Qian Qing, a disciple of Immortal Feng, will compete with Immortal Wuping's disciple Li Wudao next."

"Li Wudao is a middle-level Golden Core cultivation base, so he is less threatening than Feng Sui and Bo Xichencheng who are both high-level Golden Core cultivation bases."

"He is so desperate, he doesn't want to let Bi Xu win the Hongzi, and he does everything possible to let Qianqing compete with Li Wudao, who has the lowest level of cultivation. Why?"

"I just saw that Wang Qianqing appeared on the stage. It seems that he has made a breakthrough. His whole body exudes the aura of high-level Jindan, and his cultivation is not inferior to Feng Sui and Bo Xichencheng."

"But I've never heard of someone who can suddenly be promoted from a low-level Golden Core to a high-level Golden Core in just a few days. Judging by Feng Zhaoming's posture, Qian Qing's foundation does not seem to be as outsiders imagined. Stablize."

This information quickly flashed through Beilin Xianjun's mind.

He smiled slightly, thinking to himself, Feng Zhaoming's disciple was only found by Zhengyang Xianzong when he was in his teens, and he heard that he suffered a lot when he was young.

Therefore, Feng Zhaoming was always a little worried about his disciple Qianqing.He was not allowed to go down the mountain to practice, and he was not allowed to be exposed to any danger. When the other monks talked about this matter, they all laughed at Feng Zhaoming for treating Qian Qing more carefully than his own son.

From this point of view, there is always a taste worthy of the name.

"In this case," Beilin Xianjun held the blue dice in his hand, and said in his heart, "I will let me help you."