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

Bo Xichencheng wanted to catch Fulong and Qianqing at once, but when he saw Fulong was so obedient, his face was unhappy.

The attack of the golden strings continued unabated, and Bo Xichen said, "You have a group of good beasts under your command!"

"Really?" Qian Qing smiled and said, "There are many more, you haven't seen them yet!"

The strings came whistling, with a fierce offensive that opened up the world, and they were pulled out brazenly.

The strings are hard and sharp, and even if they are blown by the wind, an arm will be removed immediately.

Seeing that Qianqing was not in a hurry, someone shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, draw the sword! Quickly draw the sword!"

But in the next second, the sharp strings seemed to be still, stopping at the place where Qian Qing slapped her.

Bo Xichencheng was about to retrieve the strings, but he pulled with his right hand, the strings trembled slightly, but he didn't come back.

His complexion changed, he held the string with his right hand, and pulled it back suddenly.

The strings moved back a few inches, but they were still not far in front of Qianqing.

"you……"

Bo Xichencheng frowned.

The strings of the violin he uses are custom-made and extremely sharp.

Even if Bo Xichencheng is playing the piano, he needs to wear diamond silk gloves, otherwise his fingers will be cut off.

I hope that Qianqing is clearly not moving, how can I leave the strings behind?

And just now, Bo Xichencheng's pulling force can crack the stone slab, why can't he pull the strings back?

All this is a long story, but in fact it is only in the blink of an eye.

Bo Xichencheng didn't have time to think about it, and fiddled with the fingers of his right hand on the strings repeatedly.

It turned out that he knew just now that Qianqing deciphered her piano sound because of Fulong's roar. At this moment, Qianqing was worried that Fulong would be injured, so she summoned him back.

Therefore, Bo Xichencheng saw Qianqing's loophole, and flicked his fingers repeatedly, trying to hit Qianqing hard with the sound of the piano.

No matter how fast Qianqing moved, it would take time to summon Fulong.

Bo Xichencheng played extremely ruthlessly, but when he was playing, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sound of the golden strings under his hand, no.

Bo Xichen suddenly looked over.

The sun shines brightly, reflecting the golden strings brightly and thoroughly.

A circle of clear transparent mucus was faintly visible around the strings.

"I see."

Bo Xichencheng nodded, and suddenly let go of his right hand.

"It's Ten Thousand Rens Spider Silk."

"You have some knowledge." Qianqing smiled slightly, and there was an eight-legged black-haired spider on her shoulder, showing its shiny black fangs at the enemy, and with a "poof", spit out a mouthful of sticky silk in demonstration.

Climbing along Qianqing's shoulders to the top of her head, she squatted down and lay down.

The strings wrapped in spider silk must never be taken back for use, because the sticky silk on it can firmly stick to the monk's skin and cannot get out.

After thinking about this, Bo Xichen made a quick decision and abandoned the strings.

"Good decision." Qian Qingyan praised insincerely, paused, and said: "That's the end of the temptation, Bo Xichencheng, let's get serious."

"What?!" Someone in the audience exclaimed in shock: "Such a fierce competition...is it just a test?"

However, Bo Xichencheng's next sentence made people even more dumbfounded.

"Hehe," Bo Xichencheng said proudly, "Does a small Jindan junior monk still need to be lonely?"

Qianqing's face darkened, her eyes gloomy.

All the monks were discussing and commotion, unbelievable:

"Elementary Golden Core? No way. At the opening ceremony, what Qianqing showed off was the advanced Golden Core."

"If he is only at the elementary level of Jindan, then he has defeated Li Wudao by leapfrogging?"

"What did Bo Xichencheng find?"

There are also careful monks who put forward:

"I just said... I hope Qianqing is tired a little earlier. The spiritual power contained in his body may really not be able to reach the high level of Jindan."

"Is it two small realms lower than Bo Xichencheng?... The difference is too much."

"This competition...I'm afraid it will be very difficult for Qianqing."

The ensuing battle was just as everyone expected, it was quite difficult for Qianqing to face Bo Xichencheng.

Although his methods are exquisite, but his spiritual power is insufficient, it is difficult to resist Bo Xichencheng's head-on moves.

Bo Xichencheng focused on attacking Qianqing's weak points, prolonging the attack distance and constantly consuming Qianqing's physical strength.

Soon, Qianqing had many wounds on her body.

His left index finger was broken, and the bones were exposed.

There was a deep wound on the left cheek, spreading from the side of the ear along the curvature of the jaw, dripping hot blood continuously.

"I hope Qianqing has suffered such a serious injury for the first time since the beginning of the Martial Arts Competition."

"Looking at his panting appearance, he is obviously exhausted."

"So it seems that he is really a beginner monk of the Golden Core. The reason why he revealed the high-level cultivation of the Golden Core before is probably to frighten the four continents."

"The spiritual power of that high-level cultivation probably came from Lin Zichu, the Taoist companion who looked at me Qianqing."

"Ugh……"

Seeing that Qianqing was at a disadvantage in the competition, someone said regretfully: "It seems that the result of this competition is determined."

Qianqing's face was covered with dirt, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, panting heavily.

The next moment, an extremely strong sense of crisis came from behind, and Qianqing hurriedly rolled over.

There was only a "boom!" explosion, and a big hole had been blasted out of the place where Qianqing had been standing before.

Countless dirt and scum poured down on Qianqing's body.

Qianqing was covered in blood, and his original appearance could hardly be seen.

But the boy's eyes were amazingly bright.

"Wish me a thousand sunshines."

Bo Xichencheng said: "If there is any other means, just use it."

Qianqing gasped for breath, stood up and backed away gently.

Then, the monk's figure suddenly disappeared into the void.

Bo Xichencheng sneered, and played the violin with his backhand: "You have to delay the time and recover your spiritual power, don't even think about it. You have played too many tricks of invisibility, and Gu is already tired of watching it!"

After saying that, Bo Xichen flicked his ten fingers.

The sound waves swept across the entire Yanwu stage in an instant.

He pulled out Qian Qing's original body almost at the same instant, and Bo Xi Chencheng suddenly turned his head, wanting to grab Qian Qing's wrist.

The next second, Qian Qing's figure suddenly appeared, he stretched his right hand back, raised his long sword high, and stabbed towards Bo Xichencheng's vital point.

Bo Xichencheng took a step back to avoid Qianqing's sword strike.

There was a thin sound of "嗤".

Bo Xichencheng suddenly felt a pain in his left arm, and a blood splashed out from his eyes.

This blow almost took off Bo Xichencheng's entire arm, and blood flew everywhere.

But instead of hiding, he went forward instead.

Bo Xichencheng raised his hands, countless golden threads came out from his cuffs like spirit snakes, and tightly bound Qianqing who was close at hand!

Before that, Bo Xichencheng deliberately distanced himself from Qianqing, and everyone felt that he was weak in melee combat, and wanted to restrain Qianqing with long-distance attacks.

Who would have thought that Bo Xichencheng's melee combat was not weak at all, he deliberately lured Qianqing forward, and then launched a thunder attack.

There are seven golden strings on Bo Xichencheng Guqin, but hundreds of them are hidden in Qiankun's sleeves.

The dense strings suddenly bit Qianqing, trying to tie him up.

At the critical moment, Amao spat out a large amount of spider silk, covering Qianqing's whole body.

As soon as the spider silk stuck to Qianqing's body, Bo Xichencheng's golden silk followed closely, wrapping Qianqing like a rice dumpling.

Bo Xichencheng suddenly tightened one end of the gold wire, saying:

"Look at me Qianqing, what do you see under your feet?"

Qian Qing let out a muffled snort, his skin was cut by the gold wire, and fine blood oozes out.

This little pain was nothing, what really gave Qianqing a headache was the formation that appeared under her feet.

"Lingling array".

The effect of the earth-level formation is monotonous, but it only allows the spiritual energy of the monk to overflow and consume it.

Due to the single effect, most monks would not think of practicing such a formation.

"I see."

After seeing this formation, Qianqing began to struggle frantically, and the golden strings became tighter and tighter around him.

"It's said that Bo Xichencheng is arrogant, contemptuous and dismissive. But it's not like that!"

Qian Qing was in a predicament, but his mind was very calm, he didn't seem to care, even though the spiritual power in his veins was scattered wildly, he was still thinking calmly.

"The spirit-leading array is mostly used in attrition wars. The strength of the two sides is not much different, and it is displayed by the side with a slightly higher cultivation level. Bo Xichencheng's character is indeed arrogant, but he has never been 'defiant' in battle."

"His combat style is quite stable, as can be seen from his ability to draw spirit arrays."

"No wonder Bo Xichencheng can win [-] games in a row!"

Thinking of this, Qian Qing's eyes became concentrated again, he struggled hard, the gold wire was supported and made a "buzzing" sound.

Bo Xichencheng was also shocked, Qianqing was so powerful that he had to hold on to the other end of the golden string with all his strength.

Soon, the sharp strings pierced through Bo Xichencheng's gloves, cutting the palms of his hands until they were bloody.

Even Bo Xichencheng was backlashed by the weapon, not to mention Qianqing.

Blood flowed out from the cracks in the golden silk strings, and quickly dyed all the gold into red.

If Ah Mao hadn't spun silk in time to protect his body, Qianqing might have turned into a puddle of flesh at this time!

Forcibly breaking through the weapon with a monk's body is obviously extremely painful. Some people saw their teeth sore and shouted: "Why don't you use other methods, but let yourself suffer such a serious injury? Even if you break free, there is no chance of winning!"

"Nonsense, do you think Bo Xichencheng will give Qianqing a chance to use other means?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "That's...too much to suffer."

"It's better to admit defeat."

"I hope Qianqing is only in my twenties, how can I bear the pain so much?"

Seeing Qianqing's struggle became more intense, Bo Xichencheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

wrong!The strength of this person's struggle is too strong!

An inexplicable intuition made Bo Xichencheng feel uneasy, but he never believed that Qianqing could break through her own weapon with physical strength.

"go."

Bo Xichencheng waved his sleeves, and dozens of strings flew towards Qianqing.

At this moment, Qian Qing suddenly heard a suppressed roar from her throat.

He arched his body, and with the body of a monk, he suddenly burst out with amazing strength!

There was only a loud "bang bang!", and Bo Xichencheng's golden strings broke.

"How could it be!" Bo Xichencheng's phoenix eyes widened in disbelief.

But his thoughts were like lightning, thinking that Qianqing broke through his weapon, and at this time the combat power dropped to the bottom.

If you don't take the opportunity to kill him, when will you wait!

The broken strings bounced onto Bo Xichencheng's body one by one, cutting the master's blood dripping with blood regardless of enemy or friend.

Bo Xichencheng didn't pay any attention to it, and rushed forward, rushing forward.

Spreading his right hand into a palm, he patted Qianqing.

——Thousand Hands Falling Demon Palm!

Bo Xichencheng's move was so fast, the gust of wind hit Qianqing's face and neck as soon as he said it.