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

Due to the extremely long duration of the martial arts performance, few monks from the various immortal sects could sustain it from the beginning to the end, so Immortal Shu Zhong left without much commotion.

Immortal Shu Zhong walked out of the barrier in a few steps and walked out of the Martial Arts Hall. There were already several monks standing at the door to welcome him.

After Shu Zhonglue waved his hand and closed the barrier again, he said to the monk outside the door:

"Immortal Diaozhuo, what's going on?"

Standing outside the door waiting for Shu Zhong is the chief disciple of Xianzun Xuanying, so clumsy.

He was dressed in white, his face was pale, his eyes were blue, and he looked not in good spirits.

Thinking about it, it is not that easy for one person to control the two dangerous peaks of Xianghe and Gongde at the same time.

Shu Zhong said with emotion:

"Immortal Diaozhuo is tireless in cultivation, conscientious and conscientious, and is indeed a role model for my generation..."

Before he finished his compliments, the iron-faced immortal waved his hands, and said bluntly: "Stop talking nonsense. Immortal Shu Zhong, I called you out because I have something important to discuss with you."

Immortal Shu Zhong was slightly embarrassed.

But when he thought about the cold-hearted character of this clumsy fairy, who was not recognized by his relatives, the embarrassment disappeared.

"I don't know what's going on with Immortal Monarch Diaozhuo?"

"Come and see."

"Oh?" Shu Zhong was full of doubts and leaned forward.

See Diao Zhuo called a divine sense.

As soon as Fang saw the consciousness calling from Diao Zhuo, Shu Zhong's face suddenly changed!

"This...!" Shu Zhong said with a trembling voice, "This is..."

"Not bad." Immortal Diaozhuo nodded, withdrew his consciousness, and looked at Shu Zhong coldly.

Shu Zhong said in astonishment: "This is... this is a mortal whose soul has been dug out, but who has not yet died! In heaven, how could there be so many mortals..."

Diaozhuo said: "I am in charge of Xianghe Peak. If there is any evil or disorder in the world, it will be notified to me. A few days ago, only a few people had their hearts and souls gouged out. As of today, dozens of people have been killed .”

Shu Zhong said angrily: "It's too vicious to attack an unarmed mortal. Immortal Diaozhuo, have you found out who is behind this case?"

Diao Zhuo shook his head, and then said: "At this time, our sect is holding a grand martial arts performance, and it is inconvenient to make such a scandal public, so that everyone knows about it."

Shu Zhong nodded in conviction: "Extremely!"

He was still a little surprised, when did this clumsy fairy be so reasonable.

Immortal Diaozhuo turned his head, missed Shu Zhong's puzzled eyes, and continued:

"That's why I only told you about this matter. I want to ask, can you, Immortal Shu Zhong, save these mortals?"

Shu Zhong contemplated for a while, then sighed softly:

"...the only way for me to keep these mortals' lives is to live, but... I'm afraid I can't let these mortals cultivate their hearts and souls."

"That's fine. It's not appropriate to publicize at this time. These ten mortals will be handed over to Immortal Shu Zhong."

Mortals who have lost their hearts and souls are extremely fragile, and a gust of wind can kill them.

Shu Zhong wondered why there are so many mortals who have lost their souls but are still breathless and barely alive.

Taking care of these mortals is also extremely exhausting and exhausting.

It can be imagined that it is really inappropriate to expose this matter to the rest of the monks of the three continents at the critical moment when Zhengyang Xianzong is holding the martial arts competition.

Shu Zhong sighed again and said:

"I see, Immortal Monarch Diaozhuo, don't worry. But...the mortal world seems not to be peaceful recently. How can there be so many people whose hearts and souls have been dug out? This matter is very strange."

Tiaozhuo narrowed his eyes:

"What does Immortal Shu Zhong think?"

Shu Zhong put away his smile, sullenly, with a serious expression: "If I'm not wrong..."

Immortal Diaozhuo continued: "If you guessed correctly, the only one who needs the hearts and souls of mortals is..."

Immortal Diaozhuo paused for a moment, and the two said in unison:

"Sword Spirit Guardian!"

Under the scorching sun and clear sky, Shu Zhong shivered for no reason.

He obviously also knew that Bai Ren, the second lord of the Kaiyuan Xianzong, was the only surviving member of the Sword Beast clan.

"...No way." Shu Zhong murmured.

Diao Zhuo gave Shu Zhong a cold look, and said, "I'm afraid I will tell Feng Xianjun about this matter."

Feng Zhaoming ranks first among the eight immortals, and he handles things fairly, wisely and decisively.

Shu Zhong nodded, and said, "Naturally, I have to tell him... Immortal Diaozhuo, where did you put these mortals? I will go and heal them first, and I beg you to inform Immortal Feng Zhaoming."

It is said that Immortal Shu Zhong has "benevolent heart and benevolent skills", even if it is a few mortal patients, it is quite involved in his mind.

Diao Zhuo pointed not far away, and after sending Shu Zhong away, he shook his robe.

Surrounded by his disciples, he walked into the martial arts hall.

In the martial arts hall, the word "heaven" is compared to the fighting platform.

When Diao Zhuo walked into the martial arts hall, Bi Dou was entering a fierce moment.

There are huge crowds of people here, boiling against the sky.

The most eye-catching one, of course, is the duel between Zhengyang Immortal Sect Lin Zichu and Muhua Immortal Sect Liu Shibing Fairy.

"There are very few female cultivators in Zhengwuzhou, and Liu Shibing can be regarded as one of the female cultivators, and the golden core stage is No. 1."

"She holds the head of the twelve cold swords in her hand: the cold dragon sword."

"This sword is known as the number one cold sword in Zhengwuzhou, it is very powerful!"

"During the last match, Lin Zichu took out a Wuming Immortal Sword, which seemed to be of the ice and snow attribute. Coincidentally, after this battle, we will know whether it is the Frost Dragon Sword in Fairy Liu's hand that is domineering, or Lin Zichu's Wuming Immortal Sword tyrannical!"

When everyone was talking, Lin Zichu and Liu Shibing had already fought for several rounds.

Don't look at Liu Fufeng as a weak Ice Fairy, but in fact her fighting style is very wild, and many male cultivators feel inferior.

Right now on the battlefield between Lin Zichu and Liu Shibing, seven or eight pits the size of fists were smashed out of the blue and white stone slab.

The slate shattered, revealing spiderweb-like cracks.

These stone pits were all created by the sword spirit summoned by Liu Shibing.

I saw the woman holding the sword in her right hand, with her arms parallel to her chest, and the sword was standing upright in front of her.

The sword body hummed and hummed, and the scabbard trembled again and again.

There are countless ice and snow dragons braved the astonishing cold, derived from the cold dragon sword.

The dragon is the strongest of all beasts, it is not easy to say that the cold dragon sword can transform a spirit into a dragon.

Then look at Liu Shibing, with his wrists flaring, he made a few sword moves, and slashed towards Lin Zichu lightly!

Dozens of sword spirit cold dragons roared and flew towards Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu retreated and dodged again and again, the dragon spirit was ferocious and blatant, smashing to the ground.

"Liu is so cool and domineering."

"She is as gorgeous as peaches and plums, but her methods are very tough."

"The Cold Dragon Sword deserves to be called the number one fairy sword in the Ice and Snow Dao."

Others' comments did not affect Lin Zichu at all.

With a calm face, he tried his best to dodge the attacking dragon spirit.

It's just the Ice and Snow Dao monks, who know the Ice and Snow Dao monks best.

He is very clear about Liu Shibing's attack methods, and Liu Shibing's tricks against Lin Zichu are also very familiar.

It was probably because Lin Zichu was too showy in the competition just now, which caused Liu Shibing to be very jealous.

Once she makes a move, it is the strongest method!

Dozens of dragon spirits swarmed over, quickly blocking all of Lin Zichu's escape routes.

Lin Zichu couldn't escape, so he had to meet the enemy.

But thinking of something, Lin Zichu frowned slightly, obviously a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in his palm, and in an instant, under an astonishing spiritual pressure, a black and simple fairy sword suddenly appeared in Lin Zichu's hand.

Almost at the same instant, the black fairy sword suddenly faded in color.

Just like a gust of wind blowing sand, the immortal sword imbued with spiritual power returned to its transparent and thin posture.

Fairy Sword - Kun Qiao!

Lin Zichu took the initiative to call Kun Qiao out for the first time, feeling extremely nervous, subconsciously grasping the hilt of the sword firmly with both hands.

It doesn't seem to use him to fight the enemy, but it seems to want to suppress this fairy sword.

Kun Qiao's sword was about two fingers wide, as sharp as frost.

As soon as Fang was grasped by Lin Zichu, the fairy sword shook from side to side like a wild horse running wild, full of murderous aura, eager to duel with the surrounding dragon spirits.

Lin Zichu was shocked and said: "No!"

Liu Shibing let out a soft "Huh", and found out that although this fairy sword recognizes Lin Zichu as the master, in fact the fairy sword is much stronger than Lin Zichu, and it seems that he doesn't want to listen to him at all.

This fairy sword was made by Lin Caiyun himself. After 500 million years, it is still sharp.

Lin Zichu was just a kid in his early 20s, even though he had the body of a cold dragon lying on snow, it seemed that he was not enough to make Kun Qiao Xianjian succumb.

Seeing the fairy sword struggling violently, like a fierce horse unwilling to live under others, roaring and trembling, bumping and trembling, silver light shot randomly, the astonishing cold pierced the blue and white stone holes under Lin Zichu's feet and around him.

"Wow, it's too dangerous, Lin Zichu can't control this fairy sword at all!"

"Although the fairy sword is strong, you have to take advantage of it."

"Immortal swords have spirits, even if they recognize Lin Zichu as their master, they still have their own petty temper."

On the stage, a stern look flashed in Liu Shibing's eyes.

The cultivator of the Ice and Snow Dao admired the most is "adding insult to injury". Seeing that Lin Zichu had difficulty in controlling the sword, Liu Shibing had an opportunity to take advantage of it. How could he not seize this opportunity?

I saw an astonishing aura erupting from Liu Shibing's body, and dozens of dragon spirits entwined around Lin Zichu suddenly let out a loud "Zeng!"

Dozens of dragon spirits turned into dozens or hundreds in an instant.

The chill was overwhelming, making the monk's skin tighten.

Long Ling was strong, opened his ferocious mouth, and rushed towards Lin Zichu fiercely, biting as soon as he opened his mouth.

Lin Zichu held the Kunqiao sword tightly with both hands, intending to swing the sword to attack.

However, Kun Qiao trembled violently, the more Lin Zichu suppressed it, the crazier it became.

Lin Zichu had no choice but to see Long Ling approaching and wanted to give up, so he retracted Kun Qiao into the scabbard.

For some reason, at that moment, Lin Zichu suddenly thought of Qian Qing.

I think he and Fulong grew up together.

At the beginning, Fulong bit the Lord to resist, and when he saw Qianqing, he rushed fiercely, trying to put him to death.

and after?

Fu Long, he really wants to refuse, is he going to resist?

Thinking of this, Lin Zichu's heart moved.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

When Lin Zichu was about to retract the fairy sword to his waist, Kun Qiao suddenly erupted with the greatest strength. If Lin Zichu hadn't used his whole body's strength, the fairy sword might have been thrown out of his hands.

Liu is Bing Dale, merciless and merciless, the dense dragon spirits rushed towards Lin Zichu like flying mosquitoes.

A dragon spirit opened its mouth and bit it.

The blood of the cold dragon crouching snow body cultivator is a high-quality ice and snow fairy material. Long Ling bit it off, and before he had time to do anything, it was frozen into ice strips and hung on Lin Zichu's arm.

As if Lin Zichu hadn't seen it, he suddenly loosened his left hand that was holding Kun Qiao hard, and then let go completely.

The original posture of holding the sword with both hands suddenly changed to holding the sword with one hand in the right hand.

"Lin Zichu couldn't hold this fairy sword at first, so why let it go?"

"Has he given up?"

However, everyone knows, no.

Lin Zichu never gave up.

As soon as Lin Zichu released his left hand, he turned to touch the blade of the sword.

The blade of Kunqiao Immortal Sword is sharp, reflecting the cold and sharp light.

It seems to be saying coldly, if a monk dares to reach out and hold it, he must let him separate his hands.

Lin Zichu completely ignored it.

With his left hand, he held the Kunqiao Immortal Sword firmly, and even stroked it gently up and down as if treating a partner.

The sharp blade cut through Lin Zichu's palm in an instant.

A thick layer of blood flowed down the Kunqiao fairy sword.

The onlookers were all stunned, their mouths were open and they couldn't close them.

"Kun Qiao."

After Lin Zichu stretched out his hand, the fairy sword really did what he expected, and he never struggled to resist again.

"Follow me and attack the enemy."

tick-

Cold blood slid down the tip of the sword to the ground.

The fairy sword stopped shaking, and the blade was cold and straight, as if the resistance just now was an illusion.

Lin Zichu paused for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, with sharp eyes, looking forward.

At that moment, a strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

After seeing Lin Zichu's eyes, Liu Shibing stood up and ran away without saying a word.

Danger!

The sword-wielding monk in front of him is too dangerous!

But Liu Shibing retreated quickly, and Lin Zichu came even faster!

I saw his right leg bent slightly, and then it was like a lightsaber bursting out, and the blue and white stone slab under his feet also dented half a footprint under his strength.

Tengyun footwork!

Lin Zichu and Qian Qing learned the exquisite footwork from the old fairy Deng Lin in the frozen forest wasteland.

As soon as he used it, there was lightning, thunder and wind, and Lin Zichu's figure suddenly magnified, and he approached Liu Shibing in an instant!

Liu Shibing turned pale with shock, she had no idea when Lin Zichu learned such a terrifying teleportation spell.

However, at this moment, Liu Shibing didn't have the energy to think about things.

She subconsciously blocked the cold dragon sword in front of her, and shouted at the same time:

"Longling protects me!"

More than a hundred swimming dragon spirits stood in front of Liu Shibing, like a dense flock of butterflies, wriggling and swimming, and surrounded a city wall in front of Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu did not back down.The dragon spirit transformed from the cold dragon sword did not intimidate Lin Zichu at all.

I saw Lin Zichu held the sword in his right hand, swung the sword downwards, and slashed at Liu Shibing suddenly.

"call--!"

The sound of piercing the sky is close at hand.

The dense dragon spirits were smashed by Lin Zichu head-on like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

At the critical moment, Liu Shibing subconsciously burst out the strongest spiritual pressure, and the surrounding air made a rattling sound as if it was frozen.

This cold air may have a blocking effect on others, but to Lin Zichu, it is not painful at all.

Lin Zichu's magnified figure was reflected in Liu Shibing's frightened pupils.

Time was running out, Liu Shibing had no time to think, and screamed:

"The dragon spirit returns to the sword!"

Long Ling, who avoided Lin Zichu's fatal blow, suddenly disappeared.

Hundreds of dragon spirits returned to the Frost Dragon Immortal Sword at the same time.

I saw the glare of light reflected from the blade of the Frost Dragon Immortal Sword, the whole body was chilled, and traces of freezing could be vaguely seen.

"Block me!"

In the blizzard, Liu Shibing's waist-length black hair swayed from side to side. She held a sword in both hands, and was about to receive Lin Zichu's head-on blow.

"boom!!"

The blasting sound like a broken bamboo was deafening, and countless snow shards and ice balls flew around.

Fortunately, it was blocked by the barriers around the martial arts stage, otherwise all the monks watching would suffer for no reason.

Lin Zichu's sword was so powerful that Liu Shibing couldn't help but fell backwards.

Her hands trembled violently, her jaws hurt, and her finger bones seemed to be shattered.

"You..." Liu Shibing showed an uncompromising expression in her eyes, and her thin body burst out with great strength: "Don't even think about it!"

After finishing speaking, Liu Shibing tried his best to push Lin Zichu's sword away.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound of glass shattering.

Liu Shibing opened her eyes wide.

Her first cold sword of the ice and snow system, in front of the master, is like ice, broken into several pieces one by one.

"..."

"..."

Liu Shibing was stunned, and took a few steps back in disbelief, staring blankly at the broken Hanlong Sword in his hand.

All the onlookers off the court were also stunned.

"The Cold Dragon Sword is known as the number one cold sword in Zhengwu Continent. In the hands of Lin Zichu's unknown immortal sword, it cannot withstand a single blow!"

"Terrible, terrible, what kind of sword is this?"

"On the list of fairy swords, it seems that the name of this sword has never been heard."

Thinking of this, the thoughtful monk quickly released his spiritual consciousness, and was going to go to the "Sword Ranking" to see if there was the name of this fairy sword.

The so-called Immortal Sword Ranking List is a scroll handed down from ancient times that hangs on the top of the Immortal Sword Peak, the Pillar of Optimus.

It records in detail the ten most powerful fairy swords from ancient times to the present.

Ranked first, of course, is the legendary fairy sword "Taifu Queyan".

It's just that this fairy sword has something peculiar.

The other nine fairy swords on the list of fairy swords, after the sword names, all have ink paintings, which clearly depict the characteristics of the fairy swords.

Only "Taifu Queyan" has only four characters, but its shape is invisible.

Therefore, many monks believe that this sword is a legendary fetish and does not exist in the world.

Regarding this sword, let's skip it for the time being.

The second immortal sword is the famous immortal sword in the hands of Feng Xianjun: Nine Questions.

This sword is unparalleled in strength, and when it is born, there is no other fairy sword in the world that can compete with it.

Further down, there is the fairy sword worn by the head of Bairen of Kaiyuan Xianzong: Bairen.

There is also the "Empty Valley" fairy sword of Quanzhen Temple, the "Chivalrous" fairy sword of Jingming Palace, etc., needless to mention.

Everyone read the ranking list from top to bottom and bottom to top twice, but they couldn't find the corresponding records, and they were quite disappointed.

"The ice and snow track belongs to the water channel, and it is just a small branch of it."

"From this point of view, except for the cold dragon lying on the snow body, the rest are nothing."

"Being chopped into pieces by an unnamed fairy sword that has not yet been listed, the Frost Dragon Sword...is nothing more than that."

On the martial arts stage.

With tears in her eyes, Liu Shibing said in a trembling voice, "I admit defeat."

Lin Zichu took back the fairy sword in response, neither humble nor overbearing, with an elegant appearance.

No matter how the people in the audience talked, he didn't respond at all, as if he didn't care at all.

He walked down the martial arts platform step by step, and as soon as he stood firmly, he was grabbed by his right hand.

Lin Zichu looked at the visitor, smiled, and called out:

"Aqing."

The one who came was naturally Qianqing.

His eyebrows were beaming, his spirits were high, and he looked very happy.

"Big……"

Just about to call him, Qianqing suddenly thought of something and paused.

Then continued: "Cang..."

Then he realized something was wrong, he pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

After a pause, Qian Qing said: "You, you played very well. It's really a good sword."

Lin Zichu laughed again, and he nodded, "Yeah".

It turned out that Qian Qing originally wanted to call Lin Zichu "big brother", but thought that the other party said that the two had a marriage contract, so it was not good to call him that again, so she swallowed the words again.

He wanted to call Lin Zichu's other characters again, but he was worried about being overheard by others.

In the end, I could only use "you" instead.Fortunately, the two of them share the same mind, and they didn't care about these details at all.

Standing not far away, guarding Qianqing, the director of my family, Gui Zao, thought that Qianqing was going to call Lin Zichu "Big Brother" in public again, and lose my family's face.

Who would have thought that the lord would change his words suddenly, and did not call out any unruly titles.

Gui Zao was overjoyed, and immediately felt that Lin Zichu was not so annoying anymore!

The two of Qian Lin stepped down from Yanwu Stage, intending to walk towards the place where Zhengyang Xianzong is located.

Suddenly, a monk's exclamation was heard, and there was a commotion in the hall.

Someone blocked the way for the two of them to go forward and shouted: "Lin Zichu! Fellow Daoist Lin Zichu, your sword! Come and see your sword..."

Lin Zichu asked strangely, "Sword?"

At this time, he was wearing the fairy sword on his right waist, and he stretched out his hand to help it, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

It was Qianqing who discovered the clue, he laughed twice, and said:

"It's the 'Sword Ranking'..."

Lin Zichu was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously followed what Qian Qing said, and put his consciousness into the "Sword Ranking List" on the top of Xianjian Peak.

This list uses yellow silk as the base and sandalwood as the axis.

A breeze blows, and the scroll flutters.

There has never been a definite number in the ranking of fairy swords.

Except for "Taifu Queyan", which ranked first, the rankings of the other immortal swords have all changed.

It's just that monks practice for a very long time, and a million years are just a snap of the fingers.

More than [-] years have passed since the last change of the Xianjian ranking.

That time, it was Qian Qing's mother, Lan Qiugui, who lost her sword "Bai Lan" and lost her ranking.

20 years later, due to the appearance of Lin Zichu, the fairy sword ranking has changed again.

Fairy Sword - Kun Qiao!

I saw golden light bursting out on the fairy sword ranking list, emitting a dazzling light.

Some monks had to take back their spiritual consciousness first, so as not to dazzle their eyes.

After the golden light, the word "Kunqiao" finally fell on the list.

I saw that it was written on the leaderboard:

Taifu Queyan!

Nine questions!

Kun Qiao!

Hundreds of patience!

……

"Kun Qiao!! Lin Zichu's saber is named Kun Qiao, and it ranks third in the list of immortal swords!"

"There is no doubt that the Kunqiao Immortal Sword will replace the Frost Dragon Sword and become the number one Frost Sword in the Ice and Snow Department!"

"It's amazing. Lin Zichu became famous in the first battle, and from then on, he will be famous all over the world!"

"..."

The martial arts hall is noisy.

on the other hand.

Outside the martial arts hall, under the towering god tree.

Not far away, there was the noisy noise of young people, but the monks standing under the shade of the trees all showed solemn expressions, as if they came from two worlds with the young monks in the martial arts hall.

The first to break the tranquility was the second head of Kaiyuan Xianzong, Sect Master Bairen.

His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he was wearing a royal blue robe, apparently he had lost weight in the past few days.

When he spoke, his voice was clear and clear.

"...I don't know what is the important thing for all the immortals to call this deity here?"

There were nine people standing under the sacred tree.

They are the eight immortals of Zhengyang Xianzong and the master of Bairen.

Sect Master Bairen, as the second leader of Kaiyuan Xianzong, has a higher status than the Xianjun of Zhengyang Xianzong.

It is really against the rules for the eight immortal monarchs to "invite" Suzerain Bairen to appear in the martial arts hall.

So upon hearing this, the other immortals who were not aware of the situation all turned their heads to look at Feng Zhaoming at the same time.

I knew Feng Zhaoming had a close relationship with Sect Master Bairen, so if I put this big Buddha first, Sect Master Bairen would not tear his face apart and suddenly go crazy?

Feng Zhaoming was dressed in a battle robe like fire, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and sat cross-legged on the side.

His appearance was cold and elegant, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even look at Sect Master Bai Ren.