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

At the beginning, when Qianqing won, all the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong would gather around him to express their joy.

Later, she got used to it, and seeing that Qianqing was very sticky to Lin Zichu and didn't like being disturbed by others, she decided not to go forward.

I saw the monk in the red shirt stepping down the martial arts platform step by step, with a wave of his right hand, the blood-stained clothes suddenly became tidy again.

He sat cross-legged next to Lin Zichu, whispered something to Taoist couple, and said something.

It was probably due to the more obvious pain and fatigue accumulated in Qianqing's body as the number of fights increased.

Although Qianqing still talked to Lin Zichu for a few words after leaving the stage, Lin Zichu could clearly feel that the time between the two of them was getting shorter and shorter.

This time, Qianqing also ended the conversation with just a few sentences.

After lightly kissing the side of Lin Zichu's ear, he sat down again, closed his eyes, and concentrated on meditating, trying to recover his spiritual power.

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing quietly.

He gets along with Qianqing day and night, so he naturally understands how competitive Qianqing is.

Qianqing said it at the opening ceremony of the martial arts competition.

"This martial arts competition, I want to win all."

He wants to win all three thousand matches!

It sounds like it is out of reach, but in fact Qianqing is indeed moving towards the goal of complete victory at this time.

Looking at Qianqing's resolute side face, Lin Zichu couldn't help but sigh.

In his heart, how could Qianqing's finger matter in the ranking of the outcome?

But his lover is indeed such a rebellious character.

His every move, every bit of his temperament made Lin Zichu love and pity him.

Lin Zichu stared at Qianqing in a daze, feeling a little absent-minded for a while.

At this moment, a divine sense flashed across Lin Zichu's mind.

"Tianzi Martial Arts Field, Lin Zichu."

Lin Zichu's eyes suddenly returned to sharpness, he raised his sword without saying a word.

Probably because of his temperament, Lin Zichu didn't pay as much attention to the outcome of the martial arts competition as Qianqing.

The reason why they are so desperate is because...

He muttered two words silently in his heart.

Victory!

The Kun Qiao sword was pulled out from the scabbard, and the black blade was as bright as frost in an instant.

Lin Zichu drew his sword and moved forward, pointing the sword at the ground, his sleeves fluttering.

Step by step, with firm steps, he walked towards the martial arts arena.

Since Qianqing wants to win a thousand games, everyone in the martial arts arena is an enemy!

Lin Zichu will do his best in every fight to consume his opponent as much as possible.

Even if it's just a little bit, she has to clear the way for Qianqing!

It was a bloody battle.

The Jindan monks headed by Qianqing were the first to step into the [-] battle mark.

At this time, Qian Qingyi changed her original aggressive and brave fighting style, and began to slow down the pace, using attack methods that consume less spiritual power as much as possible.

Someone pointed out the doorway and said:

"I hope Qianqing is... Tired?"

"After all, it's two thousand competitions..."

Some monks also once questioned why the competition rules of the Martial Arts Competition are that once they enter the field, they cannot rest.

After each battle of life and death, there is only a very short time to rest and adjust. If you don't control yourself, it will greatly affect the result of the subsequent battles.

The answer to the predecessors is, when you are on the battlefield, where will you have time to rest?

Since its inception, the Martial Arts Show has been organized with the will to fight like a battlefield, and the rules are very strict.

Some monks also questioned: "I hope that my Qianqing has clearly broken through the high-level cultivation of the Golden Core, why do you look so tired? On the other hand, looking at Bo Xichencheng, the consumption of spiritual power seems to be a little less than looking at my Qianqing."

"It's very simple. I hope Qianqing's fighting style is open and close. He has little actual combat experience. At the beginning, he was a little out of control."

"It shouldn't be..." the heart said, I hope Qianqing is always paying attention to the consumption of her spiritual power.What's more, he practiced the way of controlling beasts, and the herd of beasts covered the sky and the earth with his wave. Using the power of beasts to delay the enemy is the least consumption of spiritual energy.

He was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't speak again, but concentrated on paying attention to the competition.

On the martial arts arena, I hope that I, Qianqing, will win consecutively. At this time, the result of the competition is more than [-] consecutive victories.

This record broke the record of Qianqing's father, Immortal Master Dongkun. Back then, Immortal Master Dongkun won [-] games in a row and had a draw, but Qian Qing didn't even get a tie, which was shocking enough.

"Look at me Qianqing... I really need [-] consecutive victories!"

A monk looked at the black and black scoreboard that was buzzing in the sky, and shouted in surprise.

"I hope that I, Qianqing, will only be 26 years old this year! To be able to reach such a level is terrifying, terrifying, and a dreadful young person!"

"Dongkun Immortal Lord fought more than [-] battles back then, with one defeat and two draws, creating the best record in Zhengwuzhou over the years."

"Is it going to be broken by the little lord who looks at my family today?"

A monk from Dongling Xianzong snorted coldly:

"Otherwise, what are the previous fights? The last few hundred battles are the key. All the monks who participated in the battle are starting to feel tired physically, and if they are negligent, they may lose."

"I hope Qianqing will win [-] games in a row, but my brother Zong Bo Xichencheng also won [-] games in a row!" A monk said proudly.

Everyone nodded.

Bo Xichencheng, the eldest disciple of Dongling Xianzong, participated in the martial arts event for the first time, and performed very well.

It was only because Qianqing performed better that she attracted more attention.

"Look at me, Qianqing and Bo Xichencheng, these two monks have extremely high levels of cultivation and excellent aptitude, but I don't know, who is better?"

"I'm afraid that when it's his turn to fight against each other, we will find out..."

The monks on the sidelines whispered.

As we all know, since the past dynasties, the No. 1 of the Martial Arts Association has mostly been selected from the disciples of the "Four Gentlemen".

This year's four disciples are exceptional.

Bo Xichencheng has been famous for a long time, and everyone is demeanor.

I hope that although Qianqing is young, she is strong in battle.

Lou Feng has a gentle personality, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Li Wudao has unique physical skills and strong patience.

Judging from the current situation, the top spot in the Martial Arts Competition may turn into a battle between Bo Xichencheng and Wangwo Qianqing.

Whoever can win will be able to take off the crown.

"The two of them represent Liaoji Continent and Zhengwu Continent respectively. One is recognized as the strongest continent, and the other is the bottom of the four continents..."

"I really hope to see the battle between the two of them soon."

It seems to have noticed something.

On the stage, Qianqing swiped her right hand horizontally, knocking her opponent down heavily, and the fight ended.

At the same time, Qianqing suddenly tilted her head slightly, and looked somewhere out of the corner of her eye.

Not far away, Bo Xichencheng, who was also standing on the Yanwu platform with the word "Heaven", turned his head around in unison.

He saw that the two monks were about the same size, one was full of fighting spirit, and the other looked down proudly.

Qianqing let out a soft "hum" from her throat, then put the fairy sword in her hand back into the scabbard, turned over and jumped off the martial arts stage, and happily ran towards Lin Zichu.

A dim light flashed across Bo Xichencheng's eyes.

Both of them knew that the time for the two of them to confront each other was not far away.

A few more days passed.

When the last monk also broke through [-] fights, three of the remaining four "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" martial arts platforms in the martial arts hall suddenly disappeared, leaving only one martial arts platform with the word "Heaven" left.

Among the [-] matches, the monks whose winning percentage is less than [-] matches have their names erased from the record list and are not eligible to participate in the next match.

At this time, Qianqing has fought [-] matches, but she still hasn't lost a single defeat.

But his state is also a bit embarrassing. Often, his spiritual power has not recovered half, and he has to go on stage to fight again.

Qianqing's left cheek was also scratched with a bloodstain by the enemy, because the injury was not fatal, she didn't spare time for treatment.

He was obviously extremely tired, and when he sat cross-legged beside Lin Zichu, he would tremble while panting.

The painful wounds accumulated in the body were screaming and protesting.

Qian Qing ignored her completely, closed her eyes tightly, laid countless spiritual formations all over her body, and tried her best to recover her spiritual power.

Suddenly, a divine sense came, and Qian Qing suddenly opened her eyes sharply.

Lin Zichu, who was quietly sitting next to Qianqing, looked over.

"Ah Ching?"

"……coming."

Hearing what Qianqing said, Lin Zichu frowned, and turned his head to look somewhere.

Not far away, I saw Bo Xichen standing up and walking towards the martial arts stage.

On the scroll of Yanwutai, the name "Look at me Qianqing, Bo Xichencheng" is impressively written.

Lin Zichu's heart tightened. Seeing that Qianqing was about to get up, she struggled and said:

"Ah Qing...if you..."

Lin Zichu pulled Qianqing's sleeve, so she didn't get up, she looked at Lin Zichu with a serious expression, waiting for him to speak.

Lin Zichu suddenly had nothing to say.

What do you want to say?

If you try your best and still can't win Bo Xichen City, then admit defeat.It's not a shame that the other party is several years older than you.

But...but looking at Qianqing's unwavering eyes, Lin Zichu felt that it was useless.

—He will never admit defeat.

Seeing Lin Zichu's expression of hesitation, Qianqing covered the back of Lin Zichu's hand with her backhand, and asked in a low voice:

"What's the matter, Cang Shu?"

"……nothing."

Lin Zichu raised his other hand, and gently stroked Qianqing's left cheek.

The bloodstains that were ripped apart from flesh and blood disappeared in an instant.

"Go." Lin Zichu lowered his head and kissed Qianqing's finger, then let go.

The moment he let go, no one knew how sad and reluctant he was.

Suddenly, Qianqing's hand grabbed it again.

"Don't worry." Qian Qing said firmly, "I'm fine."

On the martial arts stage.

Qian Qing and Bo Xi Chencheng stood opposite each other.

"Look at me Qianqing, I have admired your great name for a long time. Seeing the honor today, it is really exactly the same as your father."

Bo Xi Chencheng shook his sleeves, and said with a sneer, "Father and son are equally excellent, I just hope you don't die young like the Immortal Lord Dongkun."

As soon as Bo Xichencheng said this, the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong were furious and cursed endlessly.

Qian Qing only smiled slightly and said, "Are you courting death?"

"..."

These two monks are currently the top figures on the record list, and their every move represents their respective fairy continents.

Even if Bo Xichencheng has a problem with Qianqing and calls his father short-lived, he still has to be careful with his words.

Who would have thought that Qianqing would not accept this at all, and her words were not polite.

Bo Xichencheng squinted his eyes, and said dangerously: "...not for the time being! Fellow Daoist Qianqing, how will you compete with Gu in this competition?"

"Oh?" Qian Qing said, "What else can I say?"

Bo Xichencheng glanced at Lin Zichu who was in the audience, and sneered: "Your Taoist partner Lin Zichu is very treacherous, knowing that he can't beat Lou Fengsui, so he proposed to play chess with him to determine the winner. I don't know what trick he used. He defeated Lou Fengsui, but he knew that with his strength, he couldn't make Lou Fengsui vomit blood and pass out. Look at me, Qianqing, tell me, how to settle this debt?"

It turned out that Bo Xichencheng hated Linzi for beating Lou Fengsui in chess at the beginning of the game, and now he finally found a chance to make a fool of Qianqing.

Bo Xichencheng said contemptuously: "It's better for you and me to compete in piano skills. Hehe, brother Qianqing, I heard that after you played, you were beaten away by Pingsha Luoyan. I really want to listen to your piano. Art, just how bad it is."

Of course, Zhu Changpeng told Bo Xichencheng about Qianqing's poor piano skills.