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

What happened just now caused some commotion in the Martial Arts Hall, but it was not considered a major event.

The purpose of the Martial Arts Festival itself is to learn from martial arts and discuss friends with martial arts, but a group of young people who are full of vigor gather together and compete with each other, so there is no reason not to fight.

This level of noise was expected, and it did not affect the ensuing competition at all.

Soon, it was the turn of the second monk of Kongliu Xianzong to play.

The monk's name is Jiang You. He is well-proportioned, tall and has a raised nose.

As soon as Fang came to the stage, he showed a disgusted expression and said:

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I won't compete with you in this competition." Lin Zichu was slightly taken aback.

He also knew that the competition between Lou Feng and his senior brother just now was a bit invincible, he felt ashamed and didn't want to say more.

As soon as Lou Feng conceded defeat, he took the chessboard back.

I don't know what Jiang You said.

"I never thought of competing with fellow daoists."

"Since that's the case, why don't fellow daoists get up when you see me on stage?"

Only then did Lin Zichu realize that he was still sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Just now he fought with Lou Feng, tried his best, and after winning Lou Feng, he relaxed all over, and he didn't know where he was.

It wasn't until Jiang You reminded him that he suddenly realized.

Lin Zichu propped his knees and stood up from the ground.

When he stood up, a majestic chill naturally gushed out from the palms of both hands.

Intense spiritual power, as if alive, protected Lin Zichu's body and bulged his robe slightly.

This astonishing chill cannot be exerted by non-cold dragon crouching snow body monks.

Jiang You took a step back subconsciously, with fear in his eyes.

Like Lin Zichu, he built a road of ice and snow.

As a monk in the Ice and Snow Path, the cold dragon lying on the snow is the best, Jiang You dare not have the slightest thought of belittling Lin Zichu.

"Let's ask fellow Taoist to enlighten me."

Lin Zichu bowed slightly, his eyes surged with fighting intent.

Then he rushed forward and confronted brazenly.

Jiang You shouted loudly, drew out the fairy sword behind himself, and rushed towards Lin Zichu.

……

On the stage of martial arts, the blue and white stone slabs are full of mottled marks that have condensed into ice.

Lin Zichu's robes were neat and tidy, and he looked calm and breezy.

And standing opposite him, the tall monk who kept dodging, looked a little embarrassed.

He was out of breath, and several parts of his robe were hit by ice, and after being forcibly melted with spiritual power, his clothes were a little wet.

"hateful……"

Jiang You was physically exhausted, and it was difficult to move, but he couldn't stop.

Seeing that Lin Zichu, who was standing straight in the center, raised his right hand, rubbing his thumb and index finger lightly.

Jiang You's pupils shrank suddenly, and he thought, "No, Lin Zichu will use that trick again!"

I saw a transparent ice layer as thin as a cicada's wing slowly forming between Lin Zichu's two fingers.

The cold dragon crouching snow body cultivator is too strong, to the point of turning objects out of thin air and rubbing out thin ice.

After a while, a lifelike five-petal peach blossom-shaped thin ice appeared on Lin Zichu's fingertips.

"go."

Lin Zichu scolded lightly, the petals on the thin ice were trembling, and soon separated from Lin Zichu's fingertips, flying from five directions respectively.

Jiang You's expression changed drastically, and he fled in a hurry.

However, no matter how fast he moved, he would still be overtaken by these five petals.

The petals, as thin as cicada's wings, pierced Jiang You's body respectively.

The ability to endure pain is as strong as a monk, and he couldn't help screaming.

Jiang You only felt that something extremely cold, extremely cloudy, and extremely cold penetrated into the crevices of his bones, and that unbearable pain tormented Jiang You.

At first, Jiang You was able to grit his teeth and try to avoid.

However, the longer the time dragged on, the colder the thin ice pierced into the bone marrow, and he felt that his body was about to freeze.

It hurts so much, there is nothing I can do.

He raised his right hand, slapped his sore left shoulder violently, and cast the technique of freezing.

It is somewhat intriguing that the "freezing technique" for Jiang You is the "thawing technique" for the ice piercing into the bones.

The coldness of the ice condensed by the cold dragon crouching snow body monk is beyond the reach of any ice and snow monk.

Jiang You could only cast spells to relieve the pain in his body as much as possible.

Even though Jiang You tried his best to delay, the monks in the audience could see that he was definitely not Lin Zichu's opponent.

Because Lin Zichu didn't make any moves at all on the stage, and the method he used was nothing more than the most basic method of condensing water into ice, so he turned Jiang You around.

"Lin Zichu is young, but has rich combat experience."

"Use the least consumption of spiritual power in exchange for the greatest damage to the opponent."

"After half a stick of incense, Jiang You may not be able to hold on."

"what……"

At this moment, all the monks in the audience gave a low shout.

On the stage, Jiang You knelt on one knee on the ground, screamed in pain, and tremblingly said: "I... I admit defeat, Lin Daoist, please remove the thin ice from my body. But... it hurts me to death."

"Are you admitting defeat so quickly?"

"It's still a bit difficult for the ice and snow monks to fight against the cold dragon lying on the snow body..."

Lin Zichu's breath suddenly descended, he took three steps into two, stepped forward, helped Jiang You up from the ground, and said in his mouth, "I'm sorry..."

Jiang You groaned, grabbed Lin Zichu's lapel tightly, and said, "It hurts, it hurts."

Lin Zichu said "I'm sorry" again, and then covered Jiang You's wound with his hands, and saw the mist rising from the gaps between Jiang You's bones, and soon, the expression on Jiang You's face eased a lot.

After Jiang You limped off the stage, a bearded monk with high cheekbones came up.

He said gruffly:

"Lin Zichu, let me come and learn your brilliant tricks instead!"

"Don't dare, please enlighten me."

……

"Li Zhi would like to ask fellow Taoist Lin Zichu to give you some advice."

"How dare you."

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Lin Zichu was short of breath, and under his white clothes, the boy's body couldn't help shaking.

Lin Zichu was exhausted to the extreme after battling three Jindan stage monks in succession. In addition, he had worked so hard to play chess with Lou Feng before, now Lin Zichu had almost reached his physical and mental limits.

Although Lin Zichu tried his best to save his spiritual energy, in the fierce battle, the spiritual energy still overflowed like a flood, and he couldn't control it at all.

At this moment, both Lin Zichu and Li Zhi had reached the point where their oil was exhausted, and they could not get any spiritual energy, and even started to fight hand to hand.

The close-to-body technique is more common among low-level monks, that is because they are not cultivated enough and have less aura accumulation.After all, there are only a small number of people like Wuping Xianjun who have transformed body skills into fairy body skills.

This is exactly the case, everyone clearly knows that both Lin Zichu and Li Zhi have reached their limit.

In a short while, the winner will be determined.

"If Lin Zichu wins this time, he will defeat the four monks including Lou Fengsui in a row."

"Even Lou Fengsui only won three games in a row. It's unimaginable for Lin Zichu to be able to do this at such a young age."

"I don't think so, his body is not as strong as Li Zhi. In this fight, Li Zhi must win."

"Although Lin Zichu defeated Jiang You and Manran, who have been famous for a long time, and was entangled with Li Zhi when his body was not in a state of complete victory, I admire the current situation. But, it should stop here! "

Just as he was talking, on the stage, Lin Zichu exerted all his strength and pressed Li Zhi to the ground.

At the same time, his fists hit Li Zhi's vital parts hard like raindrops.

"Li Zhi! What are you doing! Throw this kid over!"

"Brother Zichu, come on!"

Under the stage, Qianqing's heart was tense, and Lin Zichu in the stands was fighting with others, Qianqing felt even more nervous than when he was fighting with others, his heart was in his throat, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Enraged by Lin Zichu's beating, Li Zhi roared and suddenly raised his leg, kicking Lin Zichu aside.

Lin Zichu let out a muffled snort, because he was too tired, unexpectedly he didn't dodge, and fell hard on the ground.

Qianqing's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he raised his head, and shouted to the stage: "Brother! Give up! Let me play next!"

Even if Lin Zichu lost this competition, Qianqing is confident that Zhengyang Xianzong can win.

Having said that, isn't the reason why Qianqing was used as the finale to make him turn defeat into victory when Xianzong was at a disadvantage in the competition?

If Lin Zichu wins this match, then Zhengyang Xianzong and Kongliu Xianzong will be a draw.

Who would have thought that Lin Zichu would be so strong that he abruptly brought back the result of the competition, which was greatly behind, to a close tie, so that Qian Qing had no chance to play.

On the stage, Li Zhi was ecstatic when he saw Lin Zichu being kicked to the ground by him.

He was a little unwilling.

When Li Zhi played, Lin Zichu had already defeated the two monks Kongliu Xianzong Jiangyou and Manran, and consumed more than half of his spiritual power.

Obviously Li Zhi has the upper hand, but now the two are barely tied. Even if Li Zhi wins the competition, he is still very unwilling.

In a very short period of time, such thoughts flashed across Li Zhi's mind.

But he quickly regained his sanity, no matter what, let's win this game first!

Li Zhi seized the opportunity and rushed forward to fight.

His eyes widened in excitement.

At this moment, Lin Zichu who fell to the ground suddenly raised his right hand.

He put his palms together, facing Li Zhi, and made a "push" movement.

Lin Zichu looked ruthless, with desperate eyes, and gave a loud shout.

A powerful breath condensed in Lin Zichu's palm.

The word "not good" instantly appeared in Li Zhi's mind. He seemed to have forgotten that the recovery ability of the monks with the cold dragon's crouching snow body is much faster than that of ordinary monks.

Thinking of this, the hairs on Li Zhi's back stood up all at once, and the spiritual energy quickly condensed from Lin Zichu's palm, and the blue light flourished.

For a moment, the strong premonition of life and death made Li Zhi sweat profusely, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "I give up! I give up! I give up!"

Almost at the moment when Li Zhi opened his mouth, the light gathered in Lin Zichu's palm suddenly dissipated.

And Li Zhi was moved outside by the enchantment.

Lin Zichu was exhausted, lying on his back on the blue and white stone slab, holding two spirit stones in each hand, desperately absorbing the spirit energy.

Li Zhi, who was standing outside the boundary, looked dull and astonished.

It wasn't until this moment that Li Zhi thought that Lin Zichu was really at the end of his battle, and the spiritual power gathered in his body might not be as much as his own.

The spiritual power that erupted from Lin Zichu's palm just now was probably only forcibly exposed to scare Li Zhi.

Even if Li Zhi did not admit defeat, Lin Zichu would not be able to perform a fatal blow at all.

"... Lin Zichu!"

"You... how dare you lie to me!!"

Li Zhi jumped into a rage and cursed loudly.

Zhengyang Immortal Zongzuo was in line, but Qianqing was uncharacteristically not scolding Li Zhi.

In fact, he couldn't hear what Li Zhi said at all.

There was only one person left in Qianqing's eyes.

He stood up, clung to the barrier on the martial arts platform, slapped it repeatedly, and shouted:

"Brother! Come down, you won, it's my turn to play!"

On the stage, Lin Zichu was short of breath, and crushed the spirit stone into powder to speed up the absorption.

He turned his head and looked at Qian Qing who was not far away, then suddenly frowned and laughed.

"Ah Ching..."

Qian Qing was stunned, and stood there in a daze, looking at Lin Zichu.

"Wait for me a little longer. Don't worry...it won't take long."

Hearing this, all the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong were astonished.

From Lin Zichu's point of view, it seems that he still won't end, and wants to do his best to fight Wu Liao, the last monk of Kongliu Xianzong.

"This is too arrogant..."

"Do you actually want to fight against five people with one person's strength?"

"He should also know that there is not much spiritual power left in his body. For safety, he should get off as soon as possible."

Of course Lin Zichu knew that he was not in good condition at the moment, and he might not be able to continue fighting.

But as long as I persevered for a moment longer and wasted a little bit of Wu Liao's spiritual energy, it would be easier for Qian Qing to win.

Don't put too much pressure on Qianqing, let him calmly face the individual battle after the group arena.

Therefore, Lin Zichu seized all the time to absorb as much aura as possible.

Seeing that Lin Zichu kept crushing the spirit stones, spreading the powdery spirit energy all over his body.

Hundreds of millions of pores opened at the same time, trying to absorb more spiritual power.

The thick aura almost formed substance, turned into streaks of white mist, and was swallowed into Lin Zichu's lungs.

How could Wu Liao tolerate Lin Zichu recovering his aura and strengthening himself on stage like this?

There was only thunderous shouting, and a burly, muscular man had already stepped onto the martial arts stage.

The strong man was tall and his arms were particularly muscular.The most striking thing is that the upper and lower canine teeth of the strong man are much longer than ordinary people, and they are exposed outside the lips, pushing the lips slightly outward.

"Lin Zichu," the burly man pinched the two lower canine teeth with both fingers, and pulled out forcefully, pulling the canine teeth up by the roots.Seeing the wind, the canine teeth grew bigger, and quickly turned into the size of a dagger, which was held in Wu Liao's palm. "Take a trick from me."

Wu Liao of the Kongliu Xianzong is a long-established elder monk, and the way he cultivates is the way of "imitating soldiers".

The so-called imitation of soldiers is to turn all things into weapons, which belongs to the branch of "Battle Way".

Wu Liao's best trick is to turn his own teeth into blades, among which canine teeth are the sharpest and hardest.It is said that many fairy swords were broken by Wu Liao's sharp teeth.

Seeing Lin Zichu defeating the four masters of Kongliu Xianzong in a row, Wu Liao was in an impetuous mood, and he couldn't bear Lin Zichu's stabbing recovery in front of him.

As soon as Wu Liaofang took the stage, he used his strongest tricks.

Lin Zichu was not in a hurry, seeing that Wu Liao was already approaching him, he slapped the ground with his right hand, his body floated up into the air nimbly and lightly.

Wu Liao missed the first blow, and made another move.

The canine teeth held in both hands turned into the sharpest dagger, raised upwards, and pierced into the sky.

He was thinking of a quick battle, and he only wanted to use the least amount of spiritual power to deal with Lin Zichu as soon as possible, so that he could deal with Qianqing next.

Wu Liao also watched the contest between Qianqing and Li Wudao. He had to admit that Qianqing was stronger than he thought.This is the case, let alone wasting too much energy on Lin Zichu.

Oops, when the two sides are fighting, how can they be distracted and think about these things?

Wu Liao suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly gathered his energy.

But since he knew that Zhengyang Xianzong had the upper hand, it was impossible not to be worried.The more you want to use less spiritual power, the more spiritual power will be like a flood that breaks through the wall, out of control.

On the other hand, Lin Zichu, knowing that he has no hope of winning, just wants to fight steadily, advance with retreat, and try his best to consume the opponent.

The mood is relaxed, not as tense as the other party, but the fight became smoother and smoother, and in the end, he actually revealed a kind of calm and unhurried spirit of a master.

"what……"

Under the stage, Beilin Xianjun sighed: "Lin Zichu's mood is so stable, which is rare among his peers."

Standing beside Xianjun Beilin was Xianjun Bi Xuying.He crossed his arms and said: "Seeing that the Kongliu Xianzong is about to fall, why is Xianjun Beilin so interested and started to praise his opponent?"

Beilin Xianjun smiled slightly, and said: "Winning or losing is a common thing for immortals. It is not beautiful to care too much about winning or losing."

"Oh? So, I'm narrow-minded." Bi Xuying snorted coldly and looked at Beilin.

"How dare?" Xianjun Beilin smiled slightly, keeping his eyes on the stage.After a long time, he sighed softly, and said: "If you want to know, a monk with a legendary physique like Hanlongwoxue has a sharp knife hanging above his head since he opened his veins, and his head will be beheaded at some point. No wonder Lin Zichu has such courage at such a young age."