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

Shu Zhong tried to defend himself several times, but was interrupted by Ke Liyi.

"If people are really divided into three, six, and nine classes, then why do you say that you will not give up the life of every mortal?"

Shu Zhong was in severe pain and frustrated, and finally stopped arguing.

This fairy character is not as rigid as Feng Zhaoming, he is quite defensive, kind and weak.

Seeing that Ke Liyi was so furious, Shu Zhongxin thought it would be better to follow him and not provoke him any more.

After a long time, Shu Zhong sighed:

"...Although I am a fairy cultivator, after all... I am just a mortal."

Ke Liyi looked at him coldly: "That's right, I will let you be a mortal forever, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Shu Zhong said: "It's been 26 years, can't you let go? Disciple, have you forgotten how Master has treated you all these years?"

In an instant, Shu Zhong's strict but sincere upbringing, painstaking upbringing, and various incidents came one after another, and they were reflected in Ke Liyi's mind.

"...not 26 years."

Ke Liyi struggled with his eyes. After a long time, he sighed, regained his stern expression, and gritted his teeth.

"You ruined my life."

He looked at Shu Zhong viciously, and suddenly raised his hand to untie the master's turquoise robe, revealing the smooth upper body of the immortal.

Point the right index finger at Shu Zhong's right chest.

With a body loyal to mortals, there is no way to resist.

Only the scorching sound of 'Zi Zi' can be heard, and the disgusting smell of meat comes to the nostrils.

Shu Zhong suffered severe pain in his chest, and couldn't help opening his mouth to scream out.

"what are you doing!"

He struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Soon, four branded characters landed on Shu Zhong's chest.

Starting from the right chest and ending at the left abdomen, spread over the entire front body.

As a mortal, it cannot be faded for life.

——Unkind and unrighteous.

"Shun Zhong Xianjun, why talk about 'benevolence and benevolence'." Ke Liyi sneered again and again, "I think these four words are just suitable for you."

Two major events occurred in Zhengyang Xianzong.

The first thing is that Immortal Shu Zhong was kidnapped and disappeared.

This immortal monarch has always been kind to others, and his relationship with immortals is very good. I don't know how to offend his enemies, which is really puzzling.

This matter was entrusted to Xianjun Diaozhuo to investigate and handle it on his behalf. It is said that Xianjun Diaozhuo was very concerned about Xianjun Shu Zhong, so he sent all his subordinates outside to search for the whereabouts of Xianjun Shu Zhong, and dealt with the two peaks of Xianghe and Gongde by himself. After being overworked, Immortal Diaozhuo lost a lot of weight, but his eyes were bright, and he looked energetic.

The second matter is related to the "Wu Yanhui", a century-old event in Sizhou.

As mentioned earlier, due to the large number of monks participating in the Martial Arts Competition, the entire venue is divided into eight martial arts arenas, each of which has [-] smaller arenas, which can accommodate monks on stage. fight.

A black ranking list hangs above the Eight Martial Arts Stages, fluttering in the wind and buzzing.

The list is densely filled with the names of every monk who participated in the martial arts competition, and the ranking order is written before the name, and the number of battles participated and the number of victories and losses are written after the name.

The names of the top ten monks are very eye-catching, and there is a faint burning fire under each name, reflecting the names like steel that has been tempered for thousands of years.

The monks in the middle of the ranking, the name color is pure white, and the ranking order is constantly changing according to the number of battles and defeats.

As for those ranked lower, the color of their names has changed to light red, indicating a precarious situation.

The names of the last hundred monks are bright red, warning them that if they don't work hard, they will be far surpassed.

In the Martial Arts Hall, every monk participating in the battle can take three byes to rest and adjust after one fight.

This kind of non-stop competition day and night, soon, many monks broke through the [-] mark in the number of competitions.

The second thing I want to talk about is that when all the monks on the ranking list have fought more than a thousand times, the eight major martial arts arenas and the last four martial arts arenas will all be closed.

In an instant, only the four major martial arts platforms of "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" remained in the martial arts hall, and the "Universe Primordial" was hidden.

On the ranking list hanging in the center, there are thousands of red monk names, the color gradually deepens, and gradually turns black, blending with the list.

In other words, the names of the lower-ranked monks were all erased by the list!

Seeing this abnormal situation, a monk shouted:

"My name! Why did my name disappear?"

An older monk comforted:

"Junior Brother, this has always been the case in the Martial Arts Association. A thousand fights are used as the measurement line. If a monk with a winning percentage of less than [-] fights in the first thousand fights will be forcibly withdrawn from the competition, he will not be able to participate in the next fight."

"How could this be?"

"I want to know that there are countless Jindan monks from the four continents participating in the Martial Arts Competition. If they have fought against all their opponents once, they might exhaust the monks to death."

"That's why the Martial Arts Club has always used a thousand games as the dividing point. It is quite fair to eliminate monks with a winning rate of less than [-] in the first thousand games. After all, the monks have the most spiritual power in the first thousand games and are not tired. Fighting results are the best. If you can't win five hundred of these one thousand games, then it can be seen that this monk's strength... is a bit average."

The eliminated monk had tears in his eyes, showing a very unwilling expression.

The senior brother standing beside him sighed, put his arms around his shoulders, and said: "Junior brother, don't be sad. You are only twenty this year, and you participated in the martial arts competition for the first time, and you only lost [-] games, which is a good result." Lah. When you are older and participate in the next martial arts competition, you will definitely perform well."

The younger brother nodded, but tears of reluctance still fell, his eyes were red, and he said:

"Senior brother...but why...I hope that Qianqing is only a few years older than me, but so much stronger than me!!"

It turned out that after a thousand fights, the No. [-] player on the Xuanhei battle list hanging in the center of the martial arts platform was Wangwo Qianqing from Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

I saw it said:

Look at me Qianqing, fight more than [-] games, and win more than [-] games.

This record is quite compelling, comparable to that of the Immortal Lord Dongkun back then.Even Qianqing's master, Feng Zhaoming, is known as "Zhengwuzhou's No. 1 Combat Strength". He participated in the martial arts competition for the first time that year, and probably did not have such a strong record as Qianqing.

The flames burning under his name almost erupted from the word battle list, and the raging flames reflected the four characters "Wish me a thousand sunshine" with dazzling light.

After looking at me Qianqing, there is Bo Xichen City of Dongling Immortal Sect.

Like Qian Qing, he fought [-] games and won [-] games.

Because Zhengyang Xianzong is the host, so Qianqing is ranked high.

Ranked third is Lou Fengsui of the Kongliu Xianzong. This monk is powerful in battle, but unfortunately his body is weak. He has fought more than [-] games and lost one. It was because of his poor health, unable to support his spiritual power, and abstaining from the defeat.

Ranked fourth is Huotai Xianzong, Li Wudao, who fought [-] games and lost three.

Ranked fifth is Zhengyang Xianzong Linzichu, who fought more than [-] games, lost three and tied one.

The competition for the top five monks is fierce, and the ranking is often just a difference between one game or two. Maybe a negligence will lead to overtaking, and the ranking is very tight.

With Lin Zichu as the dividing line, the difference in rankings gradually widened afterwards.

The sixth is Dongling Xianzong Zhu Changpeng, who fought [-] games and lost [-].

The No.7 monk lost 29.

No.8 lost 29 and tied three.

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Some of the monks in the audience raised their heads and quietly looked at Qian Qing's name on the record list. His heart was moved and he couldn't help turning his head to look.

Then I saw a tall young man on the stage where the word "Heaven" was practiced. He was wearing a red war robe like fire, with blood on his face.

He held a blood-stained long sword in his right hand, the blade was extremely heavy.

Qian Qing leaped forward, slashing down with the long sword in his right hand, attacking with an aura that opened up the world, his eyes were sharp and fierce, like a god descending, unstoppable.

Seeing the power of the sword, the opponent didn't dare to resist, and hurriedly retreated to avoid it.

Hearing a loud sound of "Boom!", the Taifu Quyan sword chopped the blue and white stone slab in half, leaving traces like spider webs.

Qian Qing kept on attacking, raised her sword and attacked again, her movements were extremely fast, she regarded the Qianjun epee in her hand as nothing.The opponent retreated again and again, but was pushed harder and harder.

Suddenly felt a pain on the left cheek, and a thin red line of blood streaked across the eyes.

It turned out that Qian Qing's fairy sword had already cut the opponent's cheek, bleeding from it.

The opponent was already a little timid, but when he saw the blood, he was a little stunned, and his figure paused for a while.

In the battle of masters, the winner will be divided in milliseconds.

Qian Qing was very determined, seeing this, she did not retreat but advanced, she suddenly approached her opponent, and fought hand-to-hand.

Only the sound of a sharp blade piercing through his body was heard, and the cultivator vomited a mouthful of blood, and his right shoulder was pierced by Taifu Queyan Immortal Sword.

With a gentle pull, Qian Qing pulled out the immortal sword, leaving a bloody hole the length of a palm in the opponent's hand.

Blood spurted wildly, deeply staining Qianqing's flaming robe.

"you lose."

Qian Qing raised her head impressively, the fighting spirit in her eyes flashed like electricity, piercing the sky for thousands of miles, and even more like raging flames, rushing straight into the sky.

The onlooker monk swallowed his saliva, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Terrible! If I meet him... I'm afraid I won't be able to fight at all!"

"...Watch me Qianqing, she has an aggressive personality, she is very brave and ruthless, she is really too fierce!"

"Although he practiced the way of controlling beasts, his swordsmanship is also outstanding."

"This is... the strength of the first monk in the Martial Arts Competition!"