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

Under the stage, Lou Feng shook his head when he saw Bo Xichencheng being aggressive, frowning and remained silent.

Qian Qing smiled and said: "Lin Zichu is my Taoist companion, and we are of the same heart, this account is on my head. But I am really curious, Bao Xichencheng, what are you from Lou Feng Sui Taoist friend?" ? Are you also worthy to come to me to settle accounts for him?"

Bo Xichencheng's face suddenly became slightly hot.

It's no secret that he has a special liking for Lou Feng.

But young people are thin-skinned, how could anyone dare to speak out like Qian Qing?

Bo Xichencheng is quite rich, and he didn't refute when he heard the words, but smiled instead.

Qianqing squinted her eyes and curled up the corners of her mouth. The relationship between the two was calm, and there was not even a spark in sight.

However, in the next moment, the two of them swayed, moved in front of each other in an instant, took out their weapons together, and fought at the same time!

Both of them knew that this kind of verbal bickering could be suspended, because a life-and-death fight between them was absolutely indispensable.

Only a long sound of "嗡——!" was heard, and the Taifu Queyan Immortal Sword in Qianqing's hand suddenly slashed towards Bo Xichencheng.

However, the attack was quickly blocked, and a brown guqin stood in front of Bo Xichencheng.

Qianqing was startled.

Taifu Queyan's sword is sharp, and the opponent's piano looks ugly, and he doesn't know how to block Taifu Queyan's attack.

Bo Xichencheng was also secretly surprised, he didn't expect Qianqing's offensive to be so fierce, and he restrained his previous contempt.

With a strong shock, he blocked Qianqing's sword, turned over and sat cross-legged on the blue and white stone slab.

"Fellow Daoists, please listen to Gu play a piece."

Bo Xichencheng lightly plucked the strings with his right hand, with an elegant gesture.

However, Qianqing didn't show her face, she leaned forward and said:

"Do not listen!"

The sword light in his right hand was dazzling, and he raised his hand and stabbed Bo Xichencheng's throat.

Bo Xichencheng calmly said:

"The enemy is now, and we have to fight. This song is called "Attacking the Enemy"."

Qian Qing only felt her face tense, and the vast spiritual pressure came as soon as she said it.

I saw Bo Xichencheng flicked his right hand fingers lightly, and the fairy music sounded ethereal.

Yet the damage done by this elegant symphony is palpable.

Qian Qing's complexion changed drastically, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. After hearing the first sound of the piano, he tiptoed to the ground and hurriedly backed away to distance himself from Bo Xichencheng.

At the same time, all the blue and white stone slabs beside Bo Xichencheng were smashed into ashes!

The second piano sound followed closely, and Qianqing's heart beat wildly, almost in line with the rhythm.

The blood in his body was boiling, his veins were swollen, and he couldn't bear it any longer, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the monks in the audience were stunned.

"Bo Xichencheng is proficient in rhythm and is good at playing the guqin. He uses the sound of the qin to attack the enemy. I never thought that he has reached such a level. With just two sounds of the qin, I can make Qianqing vomit blood and get seriously injured!"

On the stage, Bo Xichencheng let out a soft "Huh", as if he was a little puzzled.

He knew that Qianqing was powerful, so when he made a move, it was the strongest method.

I hope that Chiharu's reaction is not in line with what I expected.

"Is this not enough?"

Bo Xichencheng flicked his hands lightly, big and small pearls fell on the jade plate, he said loudly: "The wonderful thing is yet to come."

The third zither sound was as vast as the sea, rolling sound waves, rushing towards Qianqing.

Qian Qing frowned, blood dripped from the corner of her lips to the ground, and he didn't bother to wipe it off.

Seeing Qinyin's swift attack, Qianqing couldn't help but take a step back.

However, in the next second, at such a critical juncture, he actually closed his eyes!

The onlookers in the audience almost jumped up, anxious for Qianqing: "What is he doing? Is he looking for death?"

"Close your eyes at a time like this, what does he want to do!"

"Wait... this... this breath..."

But seeing Qianqing's battle robe was like fire, bulging slightly in the strong wind.

He raised his right hand, the palm was contused and bleeding, and gently covered his forehead.

Between Qianqing's forehead, there is a silver forehead point, on which are two crossed silver chains, sealing the Fulong in his forehead.

Fulong is rebellious by nature, longing for freedom, and no one can tame him.

But for some unknown reason, the crouching dragon on Qianqing's forehead got along well with Qianqing at this time.

Qianqing slapped her forehead with her right hand, because there was Fulong staying here, her forehead could not be touched easily.

At this moment, Qianqing forcibly endured an indescribable disgust, only to hear two crisp "clicks".

The silver chains that intersected across Qian Qing's forehead opened abruptly.

An astonishing mist filled the stage, and a faint fishy smell spread out.

The third zither sound suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed by something.

The water mist blocked the vision in front of him, and Bo Xichencheng couldn't see the situation ahead.After all, he has a wide range of knowledge. Seeing this situation, he was calm and unhurried, his hands were completely undisturbed, and his playing became more precise and eager.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

The fourth, fifth, and sixth zither sounds came out at the same time, attacking Qianqing like raindrops.

The fishy wind blew away the thick fog.

Bo Xichencheng's black hair suddenly parted, covering his face.

It seems that some huge monster is sucking in air suddenly.

Bo Xichencheng's eyes widened suddenly.

He slapped the ground, stood up, and quickly retreated!

"Roar--!!"

A deafening roar resounded through the entire martial arts hall in an instant!

The roar was so powerful that it blocked all of Bo Xichencheng's zither sounds, and forced Bo Xichencheng to retreat, unable to use more zither sounds to attack.

With this roar, the shattered blue and white stone slab trembled, and countless dust and powder danced wildly against the wind in the air.

Despite the protection of the enchantment, there were still many monks in the audience covering their eyes with their arms and leaning back, as if they were afraid of being implicated.

Only when the dust settles, the water mist dissipates, and within the enchantment, can we see clearly the scene of the competition on the martial arts platform with the word "Heaven".

On the martial arts stage, there is a Fulong with silver scales and sharp claws, yellow pupils and white teeth, swimming and walking in a majestic manner.

It has a huge body and sharp eyes, and it patrols the martial arts stage with a murderous look, as if it is confirming its own territory.

From time to time, he opened his nostrils and hissed.

"This……"

Under the stage, a monk from Zhengwuzhou fell to his knees with limp legs, crying.

"This is... Fulong's roar!"

Among the beasts in Zhengwuzhou, Fulong and Queyanhe are the most famous.

Among them, Fulong was even painted as a totem for future generations to look up to.

Of course Bo Xichencheng had heard of Fulong's name, even if he hadn't, he knew that this dragon should not be underestimated just because of the power of the dragon's roar and the dissolving of the piano sound of "Attacking the Enemy".

On the stage, Bo Xichencheng held the guqin in his hand, looked up solemnly, and raised his head impressively.

On a high place, there is a monk in red sitting cross-legged in the center of Fulong's head.

Fulong shook his ears from side to side, and Qianqing's body swayed as well, as if sitting very unsteadily.

It turned out that when Fulong was released just now, he was in a happy mood, excited, he held Qianqing on his head and floated him into the air.

But soon, Fulong realized that he wanted to turn his face and refused Qianqing to sit here.

I only heard Qianqing whisper: "Good boy. How long have you lived between my forehead? I didn't even chase you away! Reciprocity, it's my turn, good boy, how about letting me sit?"

Where is Fulong willing to listen?I saw it shaking its body desperately, jumping up and down, treating Qianqing like a flea on its body.

Qian Qing firmly grabbed Fu Long's ears and shouted: "Bad dragon! There are enemies around at this moment, you dare to fight with me first..."

While quarreling and fighting.

Suddenly there was a very thin and low sound of the piano.

Qianqing was shocked, and after letting go of Fulong, she immediately went to cover her ears!

The influence of this very fine piano sound on Qianqing is even more powerful than that of "Attacking the Enemy" just now.

The sound of the piano is sad, like weeping and complaining, and it draws out the saddest and most painful past events in the monk's heart one by one, disintegrating the monk's combat power and making him crumble.

Fulong's ears were suddenly let go, and he was taken aback for a moment. He saw Qianqing trembling all over, rolling off the dragon's head, and was about to fall hard to the ground.

Bo Xichencheng let out a soft "Huh" again, thinking, how could this be?

A monk with a high-level Jindan cultivation would usually not react so strongly to this piece of music.

This kind of performance is actually a bit like...

Bo Xichencheng saw that Qianqing reacted so strongly to the sound of his piano that she fell from Fulong's head.He knew that the opportunity must not be missed, and he would never miss it, so the movement of playing the piano with his right hand suddenly accelerated, wanting to take this opportunity to severely injure Qian Qing.

The sound of the piano turned into substance, like a torrential rain pouring down on Qianqing's side.

However, at this moment, Fulong's scales were suddenly seen swimming, and in an instant it swam under Qianqing's body.

The tip of its nose trembled, and it reluctantly took Qianqing to the top of its head.

According to legend, Fulong is the fastest moving beast in Zhengwuzhou. They roam between the heaven and the earth at a speed that even Mahayana monks can't match.

Although the juvenile Fulong is not as fast, it should not be underestimated either.

When receiving Qianqing, Fulong opened his mouth and roared again and again.

Fulong's roar shook the heavens and the earth, drowning out the sound of the piano, making Bo Xichencheng couldn't help but raise his hand and squeeze the formula to shut down the sound coming from his ears.

Then whenever Bo Xichencheng wanted to play the piano, Fulong would roar.

However, although Fulong's roar was loud, it seemed to have no effect on Qianqing.

He sat on Fulong's head, happily, and said: "Good boy, the scales are so beautiful, and the roar is also generally majestic. The enemy is dangerous, and the music of the zither is messed up. Good dragon, come with me to fight the enemy!"

He was talking happily when suddenly there was wind in his ears.

Qianqing was already prepared and raised her hand to cover her face.

It turned out that Fulong turned his head violently, and slapped Qianqing hard with his ear. He was about to slap Qianqing's cheek, but was blocked for a while, and hit the back of Qianqing's hand.

The back of his hand turned red immediately.

Qianqing didn't scold.

After Bo Xichencheng realized that the sound of the piano didn't work on Fulong, he quickly changed his tactics.

Bo Xichencheng patted the guqin lightly with his right hand.

The seven golden strings on the guqin shot out like arrows of light.

The strings on the Guqin are no more than the length of two arms, but when they spread outside, they can be changed in length.

The golden silk strings cut like mud, like living vines, suddenly pulled towards Qianqing.

Although Fulong's scales are hard, Qianqing's Fulong is still young and has never shed his scales.Qian Qing didn't dare to ask it to take risks, and suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way, I'll let you out later!"

Take Fulong back to his forehead.

Seeing that Qianqing summoned Fulong, she just reached out and left with a wave, which is much more convenient than leading the dragon array.

Pianna Fulong still doesn't resist!

Everyone knows that it is extremely obedient, it seems that this weird kid in my family really subdued the divine beast Fulong.