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

Hearing this, the cultivator with the cat-shaped mask on his face nodded slightly, turned around and rushed in front of the Qi Refining cultivator in the blink of an eye.

The Qi Refining Cultivator fell to his knees with a plop, and shouted, "Senior, spare me! Wansheng was confused for a while..."

The cultivator wearing a mask acted as if he had never heard of it. He quickly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the forehead of the Qi Refining cultivator.

I saw the frightened look in the eyes of the Qi refining cultivator quickly dissipated like an ebb tide, and became blank and empty.

His body swayed softly, and soon fell forward to the ground, with a "plop", a thin layer of dust was lifted up from the ground.

Although Li Yingying's family had a bloody feud with the Qi Refining cultivator, seeing that the cat-faced cultivator was so fierce and murderous without batting an eyelid, they couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

After reacting, Li Yingying's father and brother shouted together:

"Yingying! Run!"

Li Yingying didn't move, she was trembling all over, tremblingly said to the cat-faced monk:

"You...you let my father and brother go!"

"it is good."

The cat-faced monk nodded slightly, and gently flapped his robe at the Li family father and son.

The two father and son looked dull and fell backwards.

"what have you done?"

"The deity made these two people lose all memories about you."

Li Yingying nodded again and again, and said, "That's fine too. I...I..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Yingying put her hands on the ground, stood up suddenly, turned around and ran for her life.

Even though he didn't finish speaking, the cat-faced monk nodded very clearly.

Without him, all Li Yingying wanted to say was "I regret it".

She knew that monks should not kill mortals indiscriminately.The cat-faced monk wore a mask to conceal his original identity.

As long as he can escape from here, he can stay alive.

Li Yingying didn't dare to turn her head back, this moment was indeed the most precious and tense moment in her life.

But feeling the heat on her back, Li Yingying's eyes widened, and she turned her head in disbelief.

The cultivator swayed and came to Li Yingying in an instant.

In the darkness, the cat's face mask was as terrifying as a ghost in the underworld, and Li Yingying was so frightened that she feces and urinated profusely.

"……Do not!!"

Li Yingying screamed, her chest heaved violently, her body tilted, her right hand stretched forward, as if she wanted to grab something in front of her to save her life.

But it was too late.

The moon is high and the wind is black, and the weeds are rustling.

The last scene that Li Yingying saw was the scene where the cultivator raised his right hand high, palm into a palm, aiming at his back.

There seemed to be an invisible air wave, with Li Yingying as the center, rushing to the distance.

A large number of dead leaves fell from the sky.

The blood sprayed out was as high as half a person, and it wet Li Yingying's neck and cheeks.Her body fell limply, leaving only a still beating heart floating in the palm of the cat-faced monk.

After the monk killed Li Yingying and obtained his heart and soul, for some reason, he suddenly knelt down and knelt on the ground.

He bent deeply to protect the position near his dantian.

In the wilderness, only the roaring wind can be heard.

The cat-faced monk endured the severe pain in his body, staring intently at the beating heart that was still struggling in his hand, he laughed softly, but tears ran across his face.

The laughter became clearer and clearer, and it seemed particularly strange in the wind.

I don't know how long it took before the monk stood up from the ground. He wiped his face, cleaned up the corpse quite carefully, and then left.

Sad things here, no one knows yet.

Zhengyang Xianzong, Xuanxie Peak, Yanwu Hall.

The morning light is faint and the fog is thick.

There was silence in the Martial Arts Hall until a ray of sunlight fell from top to bottom and fell on the tip of the sword held by the cultivator on the Martial Arts Stage, reflecting dazzling fluorescence.

The fluorescent light lit up, and an astonishing sound erupted in the short silence of the Martial Arts Hall.

It turned out that Lin Zichu, a member of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, fought hard against the heroes, not to mention winning four in a row, and in the fifth match, he also had an inseparable fight with the long-famous monk Wu Liao.

When the battle was dragged to the end, everyone felt that Lin Zichu was not strong enough, and he might be slightly inferior when he lost to Wu Liao.

Lin Zichu, who had never drawn out any weapon, suddenly appeared a fairy sword out of thin air in his hand!

This immortal sword is as thick as two fingers, and its body is black.

Then the dark black color suddenly exploded, bouncing off the fairy sword.

Seeing the radiance flourishing, the fairy sword suddenly turned into a thin and transparent sword, and the sword's intent soared to the sky.

This change happened so suddenly, not only did everyone not react, even Lin Zichu didn't know why, he stared at the fairy sword in his hand in astonishment, unable to move for a while.

On the other side, Wu Liao, who was rushing up, failed to attack, and was fixed at a place one step away from Lin Zichu, unable to move forward.

When he noticed the abnormality, he only felt cold and pain under his left shoulder.

Wu Liao lowered his head in surprise, and saw a transparent cold sword, white as winter snow and sharp as frost, piercing his body fiercely.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What is this!"

"There doesn't seem to be such a sword in the Zhengwuzhou Immortal Sword Ranking!"

"Lin Zichu is very scheming, and he didn't take out his weapon until now. Does he think he has a certain chance of winning?"

"..."

The discussion of the crowd brought back the thoughts of the stunned two people on the stage. During the competition, every second should not be distracted.

Lin Zichu was younger than Wu Liao, but his mind was calmer, so he reacted quickly.

However, the physical exertion was too great, Lin Zichu forced himself to get up, but he couldn't move!

Seeing Wu Liao's blue veins bulging, he cried out in pain and moved closer instead of retreating.

The blood stained the Kunqiao fairy sword red, Wu Liao's body trembled violently, and the wound was soaked with blood.In an instant, he leaned against the hilt of the sword.

Brave, brave, and fierce, so much so!

This time, the distance between Lin Zichu and Wu Liao became extremely close.

Lin Zichu's astonished eyes, and his pale to the point of morbid face, made people see clearly.

All the monks watched every move on the stage intently, they knew that this was the critical moment to decide the outcome.

"Ugh……"

"Brother Lin's spiritual power is exhausted, he can't move, I'm afraid he will lose."

"It doesn't matter, Zhengyang Immortal Sect still has Senior Brother Qianqing to cover the bottom line."

Looking at Lin Zichu's appearance, everyone felt that he was powerless.

However, at this moment, the vision suddenly appeared!

Seeing the slender and transparent fairy sword in Lin Zichu's hand, a chill that could be seen all over his body suddenly appeared.

The chill condensed into substance, floating like a fairy, like a tulle, wrapped around Wu Liao.

Wu Liao saw the mist from the corner of his eye, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He said straight in his heart: Not good!

I wanted to retreat quickly, but it was too late.

I saw the mist around the sword body, like a dragon, vaguely opened its roaring mouth, and bit fiercely towards Wu Liao's shoulder.

"boom!"

The blizzard froze Wu Liao on the sword, and the frightening chill permeated the entire martial arts hall.

At the same time, the cold sword seemed to be psychic, and the sword trembled and screamed, making a mournful cry.

I don't know whether I am mourning the old master, or celebrating my return to the world.

Under the stage, Fairy Muhua Xianzong Liu Shibing suddenly stood up from her seat.

"what is this?!"

The fairy's expression was a little distorted.

She holds the cold dragon sword, the first of the twelve cold swords, in her hand, and she thinks it is the strongest sword in the ice and snow system.

But Liu Shibing knew very well that the saber in his hand was definitely not as good as the sword in Lin Zichu's hand that he had never heard of.

Such a fairy sword, once Fang made a move, he seriously injured the enemy.

Wu Liao yelled in pain.He was seriously injured, and even though he was brave and tenacious, he couldn't bear it now.

Lin Zichu was short of breath, and said sharply:

"...Are you admitting defeat?"

For a moment, Wu Liao's mind was not clear.

However, after hearing this, Wu Liao yelled frantically:

"Friar Wandering Kong, I swear to the death that I will not surrender!"

"Okay..." Lin Zichu's face was as pale as paper, and he nodded his head. With his right hand, he struggled to draw his sword.

Because I was too tired, I didn't pull it out.

Lin Zichu took a long breath, trembling all over, his eyes turned black from exhaustion.

But there is always a voice in my heart saying: "Persevere! Persevere!"

I don't know what kind of perseverance is supporting this seemingly thin young monk. Everyone thinks that he can't do it, that he can't hold on.

But he insisted on holding on, and he will continue to do so.

Lin Zichu gritted his teeth and ruthlessly pulled the Kun Qiao Sword from Wu Liao.

Wu Liao staggered, as if about to charge forward.

Lin Zichu stepped back with his right foot, feeling extremely exhausted, as if he would explode and die in the next second.

Although Lin Zichu knew that his physical body had reached its limit, the more this happened, the firmer Lin Zichu's eyes became.His heart knows no limits, and his soul never compromises.

Just when Qianqing couldn't stand it any longer, she cursed loudly and was about to forcefully rush to the stage.

Wu Liao on the stage suddenly swayed, and slowly, slowly knelt down on the ground, unable to support his body any longer, and fell down.

His eyes were wide open, his canthus cracked, and he murmured: "Never admit defeat..."

I saw Wu Liao's figure shaking, and the next moment, his body was removed from the barrier.

Lin Zichu was the only one left in the huge martial arts arena.

But look at him, his white clothes are completely stained red with blood, his body is in a mess, and there is still an irresistible fighting spirit all over his body, like a martial god Buddha, holding the sky with one hand, invincible.

After two seconds of silence on the huge martial arts arena, the million monks present let out a roar like thunder.

"--amazing!"

"Winning five games in a row, Zhengyang Xianzong still has such a talent!"

"After the first battle, Linzichu will become famous all over the world!"

As early as when everyone was cheering and praising, Qian Qing couldn't bear it any longer, she climbed over the steps with her hands on her hands, and stepped onto the martial arts stage all at once.

His movements are quick and his heart is impetuous.

Accidentally, his left foot stepped on his right foot, his body suddenly leaned forward, and he was about to fall heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, Qianqing was agile and quickly supported her with her elbows.Even so, in front of millions of monks, it is still a big shame.

All the monks present recognized that this was Qian Qing, who had made a big splash at the opening ceremony. Seeing him fall like a dog, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

For a moment, even the praise for Lin Zichu was diluted by laughter.

Strange to say, on weekdays, Qianqing loves face very much and has a stubborn personality.Others laughed at him, saying that he must make that person suffer, and he would not dare to laugh again for 100 or 1000 years.

Unexpectedly, today Qianqing seemed to have not heard those mocking voices at all.

He was just eager and wanted to rush to the martial arts stage.

Looking at the martial arts stage again, Lin Zichu was exhausted and unable to move, all he had to do was hold the sword in his right hand to support the ground.If not, he would have to lie down on the spot.

The bluestone slab was covered with drops of sweat from Lin Zichu, which was then frozen into ice, extremely hard.

Lin Zichu gasped for breath, exhausted his last bit of strength, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled at the red-clothed monk who was rushing towards him.

In the next moment, Lin Zichu was tightly embraced by a fiery embrace.The huge impact pushed him backwards, but fortunately he was hugged tightly enough so that he didn't fall down.

"...Brother!"

Qianqing stuck her face into Lin Zichu's shoulder socket, her throat was choked up, and she couldn't say anything more.

Qianqing galloped onto the stage like this and almost fell down, which was enough to attract people's attention.

Then he hugged Lin Zichu affectionately and called him "Big Brother" repeatedly, which made the monks in the audience couldn't help laughing.

"Looking at the little suzerain of my family, he is only in his twenties."

"It's still a milk doll!"

"Lin Zichu is his big brother again. I'm not ashamed to shout so badly."

Just now, Qian Qing's performance in the competition was outrageous and ruthless, not at all what a junior monk should look like.It wasn't until his outstanding performance at this moment that it was completely different from before, and his strong dependence on Lin Zichu, that everyone reacted and pointed at him.

Zhengyang Immortal Sect, looking at my respected clan, the chief manager Gui Zao can't wait to jump up and curse:

"Linzichu stinky brat! I don't know what kind of spell he has cast to fascinate His Excellency so much!"

On the stage, Lin Zichu was also extremely embarrassed.He was held tightly in Qianqing's arms, kissing his ears and neck back and forth.

Lin Zichu, who insisted on standing up straight with his sword no matter how tired he was, was a little unsteady at this moment.

His legs were weak, and he hugged Qianqing's neck.Hearing Qianqing's lovable breathing in his ear, Lin Zichu had the thought of wanting to respond desperately and kiss him back.

But the laughter from the crowd in the audience got louder and louder, Lin Zichu had no choice but to whisper in Qianqing's ear:

"Ah Qing...don't be like this..."

Qianqing was trembling all over, his eyes were full of anger:

"Brother, I... I'm so annoyed. I told you to come down and stop beating. Not only did you not listen to me, but you also completely ignored my feelings. I will never forgive you..."

This series of words, Qian Qing spoke very quickly, as if she had been greatly wronged, her eyes turned red instantly.

Lin Zichu was startled and worried, upon hearing this, he didn't even hold the Kun Qiao sword in his hand, let go of it and put it in the scabbard, and grabbed Qian Qing's two hands tightly.

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, I didn't..."

Qianqing hummed softly, raised her arms, as if she wanted to shake off Lin Zichu's hand.

He could lift the mountain with both arms, but this time, he couldn't break free from Lin Zichu's palm.

Lin Zichu's face was as pale as paper, his brows were furrowed, he thought for a while, and said anxiously: "I was wrong, Ah Qing."

"Brother really intends to repent?"

"Of course! I swear, if I make Ah Qing sad again, I will shoot arrows through my body and die..."

All this is a long story, but in fact it is only a few turns around.

Everyone watched Qian Qing and Lin Zichu chattering in front of the crowd, each showing eye-opening expressions.

Under the stage, the immortals of Zhengyang Xianzong lined up.

When Immortal Baizang saw Lin Zichu raised his right hand and made a gesture of swearing, Immortal Baizang finally couldn't help it, and coughed lightly.

Pu Qingluo, Mumen Qi, and Ming were ordered to look at each other, nodded, and strode to the martial arts stage.The three of them stood apart, and surrounded Qian Lin and the two of them in a circle, blocking everyone's eyes.

The clever Daoist took the opportunity to invite Lin Zichu from Qianqing's side.

With a dust whisk, Daotong said in a long voice:

"Qing Zhengyang Immortal Sect wins the ring battle for the first time!"

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause erupted from where the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong were sitting. The sound waves were so overwhelming that they almost wanted to overturn the roof of the martial arts hall, shouting in unison:

"Play, Yunshenglongteng."

"Wu, fight every step!"

"..."

Now, the monks of Kongliu Xianzong are very unhappy.

It's just that martial arts will be discussed with martial arts, and if you are not happy now, you will just work harder on the court later.

The Zhengyang Immortal Sect has been vacant for the position of Immortal Master all year round, and they are at the bottom of the four continents. It is no wonder that they are so excited after winning the game.

In the second arena battle, Dongling Xianzong will fight against Huotai Xianzong.

Bo Xichencheng, the chief disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect, was in an extremely unhappy mood today. He displayed a violent attack like a storm. Like Lin Zichu, Bo Xichencheng won five games in a row. Even Li Wudao of the Huotai Immortal Sect could not "Invite" Bo Xichencheng off the ring.

Among the four continents, Dongdao Liaojizhou is the most powerful.

When Bo Xichencheng won five people in a row and still stood on the stage imposingly, not in the slightest embarrassment like Lin Zichu, the million monks present silently sighed in their hearts that Liaojizhou's prosperity is not in vain.

After the battle in the arena, the victors Zhengyang Xianzong and Dongling Xianzong, a total of ten monks from the two sects, each had five red points added to the dice on the white board.

Since then, the martial arts competition has officially kicked off.

I saw the huge and boundless martial arts platform swaying out of thin air, and when I looked at it again, the martial arts platform was suddenly split into countless small square arenas.

In an instant, densely packed square arenas, like twinkling stars, spread all over the martial arts hall.

Some older monks began to explain to the younger brother.

"There are too many monks participating in the martial arts competition, and almost every monk has to compete in more than a thousand battles. If there is only one competition arena, I don't know how long the martial arts competition will last."

"That's why each continent divides the arenas into eight major arenas of 'Heaven, Earth, and Universe'. Under each big arena, there are [-] smaller arenas."

While discussing, a pair of horizontal bars appeared on the eight thousand small squares at the same time.

The horizontal strip is about five feet long, and the whole body is pure red. The left and right sides are engraved with the totems of the Immortal Sect belonging to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"It's about to start!" A young monk clenched his fists and stood up from his seat, his blood boiling.

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a long beep of "嗡——".

The big brass bell rings without knocking.

The sound is far and ethereal, and the majesty and majesty show the spirit of the fairy family.

On the eight thousand horizontal bars, one center is the axis, and the left and right are symmetrical, and the names of the two fighting monks emerge.

In an instant, there were [-] monks, and their complexions changed slightly.

They looked up at the same time, and in an instant they found the horizontal stripe with their names written on it.

It turned out that the name of the monk written in thick ink appeared out of thin air on the horizontal bar, corresponding to the spiritual consciousness of each monk.When the name falls on the horizontal bar, the corresponding monk will respond.

Zhengwuzhou.

Zhengyang Xianzong, under the seat of Shu Zhongxianjun.

There is a disciple, dressed in a blue robe, who looks gentle and refined.

"Master, I'm going."

It is Boluo, the most beloved young disciple under the imperial court of Immortal Shu Zhong.

This little disciple is quite young, only 19 years old this year.

He was under Immortal Shu Zhong's subordinates since he was a child, and because of his naughty temper, he was strictly controlled. From time to time, his master would use bamboo boards to slap his palms and head.

Immortal Shu Zhong looked at his disciple and narrowed his eyes.

"The belts are all down to my feet."

Hearing this, Bo Luo hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Stinky boy, I need to be reminded by Master, are you looking for a beating?"

Boluo smiled, fastened his pockets, swayed, and jumped onto the martial arts platform below in a blink of an eye.

"If Bo Luo loses the game, it won't be too late!"

In the end of suffering, the captain of the first team is under the seat.

A handsome young man in a black suit with a mustache stood up from his seat.

"It's a great blessing to be able to fight Yuchanzi from Quanzhenguan so soon!"

This heroic young man is naturally Wen Renshao who returned safely from the frozen forest wasteland.

Ever since he came back from the frozen forest wasteland, Wen Renshao can be said to be proud of himself.

Not only did he reject Xu Xiyin's marriage, but he also got the approval of his master, allowing Wen Renshao to choose someone he likes to spend the rest of his life with.

Wen Renshao has a cheerful personality and is very popular in the sect.

Seeing him get up, the brothers shouted like booing.

"Brother Wenren! Kill that bug Yu Chanzi to death!"

"If you lose, don't come back!"

"Hurry up and come back, don't make Senior Brother Xu anxious!"

Wen Renshao laughed loudly and said, "It's easy to say, easy to say."

Standing next to Wen Renshao was an elegant young man with rather indifferent appearance, Xu Wangwen frowned and said in a low voice when he heard his senior brother making jokes about the two of them:

"... nonsense."

"What's the matter?" Wen Renshao didn't care much, raised Xu Wangwen's hand, looked at him, and then kissed him lightly on his finger. "...Don't worry, I will definitely defeat Yuchanzi and snatch the 'Lianxin Lock' from him."

In the foreign frozen forest wasteland, Wen Renshao was accidentally infected with the poison of "walking corpses".In order to save Wen Renshao's life, Xu Wangwen endured the pain of gouging out his heart, and replaced his own heart into Wen Renshao's body, and Wen Renshao's heart infected with corpse poison was put into his own body.

Since then, Xu Wangwen has endured the unbearable suffering of ordinary people day and night.Only Wen Renshao's body fluids can relieve the pain a little.

There is no cure for the corpse poison, and since then, Xu Wangwen has been a useless person, and he still needs to rely on Wen Renshao for survival, let alone the progress of his cultivation.

However, all things complement each other, and there is no cure for corpse poison, but it does not mean that Xu Wangwen's symptoms cannot be relieved.