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

However, Master Bi Xuying of Bo Xichencheng was shocked when he saw this situation. He stood up and exclaimed.

"No!"

He has already recognized the reason for Qianqing's trick of breaking through the strings.

It turned out that Feng Zhaoming, Qianqing's master, practiced "The Way of Fighting Will", and his fighting style was desperate.

This trick is used when the spiritual power in the monk's body has plummeted to the extreme. It can convert all the pain in the monk's body into spiritual power to support the monk's final blow.

The reason why it is said to be the last blow is because the monk who uses this move will suffer a strong backlash, and will be seriously injured and near death at every turn.

As Feng Zhaoming's cultivation level increased day by day, no one could force Xianjun to use this move.

Therefore, this trick was gradually buried, and few people knew the name of this trick.

But Bi Xuying and Feng Zhaoming have been fighting openly and secretly all these years, what do they not know?

He has already recognized that the move Qianqing is using is called "He Qiyi".

This move was personally named by Master Feng Zhaoming, the late Immortal Lord Dongkun.

When Feng Zhaoming was seriously injured back then, when he performed this move, his body endured double the pain, and his strength was strengthened with pain.

Immortal Master Dongkun sighed and asked his disciples:

"Why did Zhaoming give up treatment and not seek self-protection?"

At that time, Feng Zhaoming, who was still young, was seriously injured and his flesh and blood were flying everywhere. Hearing the master's question, he replied sonorously:

"Just ask for a fight."

Hearing the disciple's answer, Immortal Master Dongkun sighed and gave him a name, implying that the disciple should not be so aggressive, and that he should give priority to his own situation when fighting.

——The way of fighting!

Among the three thousand avenues, the most willful and arrogant one is the one that is most in line with Wangwo Qianqing's temperament.

Before Qianqing formed the alchemy, everyone thought that he would choose the way of fighting spirit like Feng Zhaoming.

Later, I heard that he chose the way of controlling beasts, and took two completely opposite paths from Master.

However, at this time Qianqing used Feng Zhaoming's tricks, which did not violate harmony at all.

Bo Xichencheng moves quickly, and Qianqing removes moves even faster!

Seeing the vast spiritual power rising from the ground, Bo Xichencheng's heart sank, he clenched his teeth, struck with one palm, and struck again with the other.

Thousand Hands Subduing Demon Palm is known as "Thousand Hands", and its moves are naturally extremely fast.

Bo Xichencheng wanted to catch Qianqing by surprise, so he didn't have time to use more tricks.

Then I saw the two people moving like lightning, so fast that they could hardly see clearly.

After performing "He Qi Healing", Qian Qing's body suffered twice as much pain as before.

Amao was in the same mind as Qianqing, feeling the great pain of his master, frantically rolling and struggling on top of Qianqing's head, making a sharp hissing sound.

The pain Qianqing suffered was more, not less, than what Amao felt.

But he didn't say a word!

The blood dyed Qianqing's shirt crimson.

Bo Xichencheng's attack became more and more rapid, Qianqing was overwhelmed and embarrassed.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the monks stared blankly at the competition on the stage.

At this moment, Qian Qing suddenly turned her head and looked in Lin Zichu's direction.

His face was covered with blood, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

Seeing that Qianqing fought so desperately in this battle, she was seriously injured, almost to the point of life and death.Some Zhengyang Immortal Sect disciples in the audience could not bear to watch and wept silently.

Lin Zichu looked extraordinarily calm, thinking, if Aqing dies, I will accompany him.

I want as long as you want, I want as long as you want.

Qianqing looked at Lin Zichu's eyes, and in a very short time, she completely understood it.

He smiled at Lin Zichu and put his hands on his chest.

The movements seemed extremely slow, but in an instant, more than a hundred handprints were formed on both hands.

Xianshu - Sunny!

In an instant, a ray of white light soared into the sky, covering the sky and covering the earth, setting off a stormy sea.

All the blue and white stone slabs on the Yanwu platform were broken into powder, flying sand and stones.

The world seemed to have lost its voice.

Bo Xichencheng was attacked at close range, and his body retreated violently, hitting the ground hard.

The momentum continued unabated, and a deep mark was drawn on the ground. He leaned back and pressed against the barrier, pulling the barrier into a long bulge.

He couldn't control himself, his body trembled, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The cultivator was watching from the audience, covering his eyes with his sleeves, knowing that he could not be attacked, but he couldn't help taking a step back.

After a long time, the white light dissipated.

Everyone quickly got up to check the results.

On the martial arts stage, sand and stones were flying, blocking sight.

When the flying sand had settled down a bit, everyone saw me on the stage, looking at me, Qianqing, to stand upright.

But Bo Xichencheng was bleeding from all seven orifices, and sat near the barrier, motionless, as if his injuries were not serious.

"This... who won?"

"Whoever can move first between the two of them and give the other the final blow is the winner."

Watching monks talking in low voices.

But he saw me, Qianqing, gasping for breath, a lot of cold sweat mixed with blood, dripping from his chin.

He was dizzy and his ears were ringing.Qianqing's body was in pain, like a thousand arrows piercing through her heart, as if she was about to collapse in the next second and never get up again.

But he insisted on saying to himself, hold on, hold on a little longer...

Countless scenes flashed before Qianqing's eyes.

Wanshui City, Linjiazhuang.

"Butler Liu, Shouxi and I are going out together, what are you worried about? Leave me alone."

"The fairy lord has passed away, and demons are rampant. It's a troubled time, and Qianqing, you have such a troublesome personality, why don't you worry me?"

……

Optimus Pillar, under the foot of the mountain.

The scar-faced businessman choked up his voice and said:

"The Immortal Lord of Dongkun sacrificed his life for righteousness, and died in martyrdom. For many years, no one in Zhengwuzhou has been able to ascend to the position of Immortal Lord, and his strength has been reduced to the bottom of the four continents. Now Zhengwuzhou is poor and weak, and the people are struggling. A businessman like me, Life is worth less than ashes."

"I only hope that the spirit of the Immortal Lord in the sky will bless his bloodline and protect Zhengwuzhou from being bullied by the outside world..."

Optimus Pillar, Wangqing Peak.

"My lord, you have a tenacious character and extraordinary aptitude. You will definitely be able to carry the banner of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect for your father and revive the former glory of Zhengwuzhou!"

"Little Grandpa..."

"My lord..."

"..."

"Qianqing, you represent the face of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and you must think carefully about every move you make. You are destined to shoulder the future of the Immortal Sect, so don't let Grandpa down."

……

——The Legacy of the Immortal Lord!

These four words sound radiant and splendid.

But who knew that he was so heavy on Qianqing's shoulder that he couldn't breathe?

At this moment, Qianqing was cold, tired, and in pain.

I can't tell what it is that made him insist on standing here.

I saw Qianqing holding her long sword on the ground, step by step, walking towards Bo Xichen City with great difficulty.

"It's my Qianqing, he regained consciousness first!"

"Even a six-year-old child can defeat Bo Xichencheng."

"As long as he can hang on, he can win."

"..."

Under the martial arts stage, everyone was discussing, eagerly looking forward to the moment when the result of this competition will happen.

I hope Qianqing is covered in bruises and bloody face.

His body was trembling when he lifted the sword, and he was extremely weak.

However, none of the monks present dared to underestimate him.

Standing on the martial arts stage at this moment is a cultivator and even a warrior. He holds the sky with one hand, and when he raises his hands and feet, he breaks the sky and shakes the sky.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, he never backs down.

Bi Xuying Xianjun snorted coldly, his expression was blatantly displeased.

Beilin Xianjun shook his head and sighed, thinking: "This child... If he doesn't fall halfway, he will live in peace and well-being, and he will definitely be able to lead Zhengwuzhou to break through the predicament."

Feng Zhaoming remained motionless, but his eyes were fixed on Qianqing.

Qian Qing walked in front of Bo Xichencheng very slowly, acting in a panic, but no one urged her.

The huge martial arts hall was silent.

While walking, Qianqing trailed a long bloodstain behind her.

When he stood in front of Bo Xichencheng, he felt that he didn't even have the strength to breastfeed. Qianqing supported the ground with her sword, and after panting for a while, she raised the fairy sword with difficulty.

The head of the sword reflected white light and aimed at Bo Xichencheng's chest.

Then, Qianqing tried her best to stab her!

Someone exclaimed.

Just when they thought that Bo Xichencheng was about to splash blood on the spot, they saw Bo Xichencheng's figure on the martial arts stage suddenly became a little blurred.

In the next second, Bo Xichencheng was removed by the barrier and expelled from the stage.

boom--

The audience below the stage was like a pot of oil being poured with water, and it exploded.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"That's right!" Someone slapped his head and finally remembered: "In the martial arts competition, if one party loses consciousness and cannot resist, it will be ejected by the barrier, which is equivalent to admitting defeat."

"So to say……"

"Win!"

"I hope Qianqing won the first place! At the age of 26, he really broke the record that no one has done in millions of years!"

Although the Martial Arts Show is not over yet, everyone has already decided the result for him.

The monks of Zhengwuzhou began to celebrate enthusiastically, screaming.

"This child!" Immortal Master Bai Zang gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, feeling more distressed and pity than joy.

"My lord!" Guizao knelt down on his knees with tears all over his face, frantically worshiping the monk who was tens of thousands of years younger than him on the stage.

But he saw a white figure, the moment Bo Xichencheng was expelled from the martial arts stage, he moved swiftly and rushed towards the martial arts stage.

The cheers of the people around him did not reach his ears at all, and the monk in white felt anxious.

He watched Qianqing holding the sword in her right hand on the stage, stabbing through the air, then raised her head, showing a confused expression.

Qianqing turned her head and saw Lin Zichu who was rushing towards her, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyesight gradually became slack, and he relaxed the fingers of his right hand.

"Shut up—"

The fairy sword, Taifu Quyan, was dropped by Qianqing to the ground, revealing a lifeless icy light.

"Ah Qing!!"

The monk in white opened his eyes wide and roared, his roar echoed throughout the Martial Arts Hall.Lin Zichu's right hand suddenly stretched forward with all his strength, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he wanted to grab something from the air.

But seeing Qianqing lying limply backwards, without any support, he fell heavily on the bluestone slab.

A large amount of blood flowed out from his body surface and seven orifices.

Soon, Qian Qing's red clothes were completely dyed, and a pool of blood accumulated under his body.

Clouds flow in the Cangshan Mountains, beasts walk and fish swim.

Zhengyang Xianzong, in the Martial Arts Hall, many monks gathered together.

In the middle of them, there is a young man in red lying on his back.

He was seriously injured, his spiritual power was exhausted, the veins all over his body were swollen and cracked, his whole body convulsed under the severe pain, and he stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.

Astonishingly, it is the little fairy master of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, look at me a thousand times.

At this moment, Qianqing was unable to absorb spiritual power on her own, and she was also out of breath.

His grandfather, Baizang Immortal Venerable personally kneaded a round spirit pouch and placed it on Qianqing's face to help him breathe.

Seeing that the lower half of Qianqing's face was covered by a transparent water sac, there was a green liquid swimming in the water sac, which continuously penetrated into Qianqing's nasal cavity, making his face appear faint green.

"How about it?"

Immortal Master Baizang shook his head and sighed deeply.

"The situation... is not good."

I also want to know how tragic the battle will be for Jindan junior monks against high-level monks.

It should be noted that after the opening of the martial arts performance, once the monks enter the competition, it stands to reason that they can only recover and heal themselves, and cannot borrow the help of others.

But there is one exception, that is, when a monk is in a life-and-death crisis and is about to lose his life and has no time to take care of himself, others can help and heal him.

Qianqing's situation is so bad right now, if she doesn't care about it, let alone being unable to fight in the next match, it will be difficult for her to survive.

In this case, can he continue the next fight?

Everyone was worried.

But she said that Qianqing was on the martial arts stage, when she saw Lin Zichu running towards her, she felt relaxed and fainted immediately.

When he woke up, he felt that he was in a pure white void.

In the void, it is impossible to distinguish up, down, left, and right.

Qian Qing was stunned for a while, and suddenly heard someone crying not far away.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The crying continued, looking very pitiful.

Qianqing was curious, and walked forward, and after a while, she finally saw who the crying "person" was.

It was as huge as a mountain, with fine and oval scales, shining with dazzling silver light.

It turned out to be the Fulong lodged between Qianqing's forehead!

"you……!"

Qianqing was stunned, her face turned pale with shock, and she couldn't help but make a sound.

Fu Long turned his head suddenly, seeing Qian Qing's figure, Long Tong glared angrily, but did not see a single tear.

"Are you... crying?"

Qian Qing was completely stunned, and opened her mouth in disbelief, thinking, is this a dream?Why can I understand Fulong's voice!

Fulong stared at Qianqing dangerously, then swam to Qianqing with four paws.

It has a ferocious expression and ferocious eyes, as if it wants to swallow Qianqing.

Qianqing was vigilant and wanted to take a step back.

Suddenly, Fulong's voice appeared again!

Qianqing was shocked, and her backing movement stopped immediately.

"My eyes."

Fulong swam in front of Qianqing like the wind, and the dragon's pupils suddenly enlarged, showing the ferocious posture of a beast.

"My feet."

The dragon's claws opened suddenly with a force of ten thousand ounces, and then tightened suddenly with the momentum to cut Qianqing alive.

"My tail."

The expected attack did not land, Fulong swung his tail and swam around in front of Qianqing.

"...It hurts so much! Woooo... Woooo..."

Qianqing was dumbfounded, seeing Fulong still ferocious as if about to launch an attack in a daze, without the half-spoken and coquettish beast posture, deeply doubting whether she had heard something wrong!

"This this……"

"Wow wow... woo woo..."

The roaring cry echoed in Qianqing's ears, and Qianqing couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and asked, "Why does it hurt? Come and show me."

Hearing this, Fu Long really moved his head closer!

Qianqing's heart was beating wildly, and she thought, when she didn't understand Fulong's words before, she always thought it was angry, unwilling, and wanted to attack the master, but she never thought it would be like this.

It turned out that he had misunderstood something all along!

Qianqing's fingers trembled, touching Fulong's cold and slippery scales, her movements were very light, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt like this? How about this?"

"It hurts! It hurts!" Even though there wasn't a trace of tears dripping from those dragon pupils, Fulong still let out a cry.

"You are not injured... Be good, don't move around. You are so old, you can't cry anymore."

Fulong's cold eyes stared at Qianqing, and complained:

"I'm not hurt, it's you who made me hurt like this!"

"..."

"I am your natal beast, I can feel the pain you feel."

Qianqing paused, speechless.

"You're dead, and I can't live."

Fulong started crying again.

"I don't want to die!"

The cries gradually increased, not only Fulong's cries, but also Yan Crane, Fat Nine, Ah Mao...

In a trance, Qianqing actually heard the voices of every beast.

——Yes, I don't want to die.

—I can't die.

Qianqing's consciousness gradually blurred.

He desperately opened his eyes, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand weights.

Thinking of Fulong's pitiful cry, Qianqing trembled all over, struggled with her eyelids, and finally opened her eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the strong dizziness in his head made him vomit a big mouthful of blood and sat up with a "wow".

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The monks around Qianqing were ecstatic and danced a strange dance.

"Okay, stop quickly, don't treat the lord again, otherwise, you will be dealt with as a violation, and all the results of the next competition will be invalidated!"

Hearing this, the monks who had been surrounding Qianqing dispersed with a bang as if avoiding danger, fearing that staying where they were would affect Qianqing's future performance.

However, these monks didn't expect that Qian Qing was seriously injured at this time, and she couldn't sit upright, and when she stood up, she was about to fall backwards.

At the critical moment, Lin Zichu hurried forward, lifted Qianqing's back, and let him lie on his lap.

"Senior Brother Zichu, no! After Senior Brother Qianqing woke up, if you want to heal him again, then..."

"He's injured so badly, can't you see it?" Lin Zichu was anxious, feeling uncomfortable, and said, "I won't use any spiritual power...I just support him."

"……This……"

Seeing that Lin Zichu was so persistent, it was difficult for others to say anything.

But he said that in order to ensure the complete fairness of the Martial Arts Competition, when Qian Qing fell into a coma just now, other monks helped her.

The rescue time was also counted in the gap between Qianqing's three rest matches.

He was so badly injured that he woke up with a game gone and not much time left.

Qianqing didn't have time to talk to Lin Zichu, so she closed her eyes like this, desperately breathing in the spiritual energy around her, and repairing her tattered tendons.

In this fight with Bo Xichencheng, it seemed that he would injure the enemy a hundred and injure himself by eight thousand, but it was not.

Just talk about Qianqing's veins.

The monks at the beginning level of Jindan have tendons and veins as thick as bamboo chopsticks, supplying spiritual energy to travel around the body.

For middle-level monks, the veins are like wooden sticks.

At a high level, it is like a wrist.

The wider the veins, the more spiritual power a monk can hold in his body.

Qian Qing is different from other monks, he has extraordinary aptitude, he has a pulse to the forehead, and the spiritual power that can be contained in his body is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul monk.

Of course, this is also the theoretical limit. On weekdays, Qianqing has never tried to absorb so much spiritual power.

Now he was finally given such a chance.

I saw that Qianqing's damaged tendons were constantly repairing, and they were weakly expanded by the stimulation of the majestic spiritual power.The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, but the damage to the tendons gradually improves Qianqing's cultivation bit by bit.

Qian Qing could sense that the spiritual power contained in her body was probably more than that of a mid-level Golden Core cultivator, and in a short while, she would really be able to become a high-level Golden Core cultivator...

Because Qianqing recovered with her eyes closed, she completely entered the land of no one.

So he didn't see Lin Zichu holding him with both hands, with a forbearing expression on his face.

Lin Zichu used his right hand to gently press down on the dantian.

There is his golden elixir in the dantian.

The golden elixir was round, majestic, golden, and it slowly turned as Lin Zichu's spiritual power circulated around him.

However, if a monk probes into Lin Zichu's body with his spiritual consciousness at this moment, he will be able to see the golden core breathing and spinning, with faint cracks appearing on the surface.

It is a sign that the golden core is about to split.

When the golden elixir was completely shattered, a Nascent Soul broke out of the elixir.The monk has gone through 72 thunder disasters and achieved Nascent Soul.

It turned out that after Lin Zichu successfully regained the fairy sword Kunqiao, he seemed to understand a deeper level of the ice and snow road between heaven and earth.

He currently has a high-level cultivation of Jindan, and if he is promoted, he will be Yuanying.

I thought that the promotion of monks would not be that fast, but after Lin Zichu watched Qian Qing's fight, he suddenly had a premonition of a breakthrough.

...now is not the time.

Lin Zichu gritted his teeth and gently hugged Qianqing.

He wanted to continue watching Qianqing's game, he was worried about leaving Ahqing here alone.

Now, what Lin Zichu has to do is to be patient, he can't attack Nascent Soul yet.

Soon, Qianqing and Bo Xichencheng's recuperation time passed.

Almost at the same moment, two divine senses came into the minds of Qianqing and Bo Xichencheng respectively, notifying them to board the "Heaven" character martial arts platform.

Qianqing's opponent is from Ling Kongzhou, a junior disciple of the Golden Core cultivation base.

Bo Xichencheng's opponent is from Tai Chongzhou, an intermediate Jindan.

From the perspective of the opponent's cultivation base, Qian Qing seems to have taken advantage of it, but it is not the case.

Because Bo Xichencheng has a high level of cultivation, he has an advantage over his opponent, but Qianqing does not.

When Qianqing's name appeared in the sky above the Martial Arts Stage, all the monks around turned their gazes to the Zhengyang Immortal Ancestral Row.

Then she saw Qianqing lying on Linzichu's lap with her head up, her brows furrowed, and she looked weak.

But soon, he stood up on his knees.

"Ah Ching..."

Qian Qing didn't even have the strength to say "um" back to Lin Zichu, he took a deep look at Lin Zichu, and everything was silent.

Lin Zichu pursed his lips, with a solemn expression, and the word "worried" was written all over his face.

Under his gaze, Qian Qing walked slowly towards the martial arts platform.

Yanwu Terrace is only a few feet away from Zhengyang Xianzong, but Qianqing walked extremely slowly.

Strangely, no one around urged him!

Even the monks in Liaojizhou, who had always been at odds with Zhengwuzhou, didn't say a word, watching Qianqing walk towards the battle stage.

Looking at the way he walked, I was really worried that he would fall over and faint.

But Qianqing insisted on dragging her painful body, step by step, and stood on the martial arts stage.

"Little dragon."

"Amao."

"Fat Nine."

"I'm really sorry for causing you to suffer with me."

Qianqing's calf trembled, and she walked up the steps tremblingly, thinking: "But I must win."

"I want... total victory!"

The young monk's eyes were firm, shining with a dazzling light.

The monk of Zhengyang Xianzong, looking at me Qianqing, finally stood in the middle of the martial arts stage.

His opponent was a very short young monk, dressed in a green robe, with narrow eyes and small nose, the top of his head probably only reached Qianqing's chest.

"Look...look at me Qianqing."

As soon as the monk came to the stage, he said loudly: "Don't think... that I will be afraid of you! So what if you win three thousand games in a row? I... my senior brother said that you are not healed from serious injuries, so it is not scary at all!"

"Oh?"

A gleam flashed in Qianqing's eyes, he observed his words, and knew that although the monk spoke up to cheer him up, he was actually very afraid of Qianqing.

Qian Qing didn't know that the cowardly monk in front of him was a well-known coward in Wander Kongzhou.

Although he has good aptitude and can bear his temper in practice, he still can't stand out among the four continents.

This is of course related to his timid character.

This time, he managed to catch up with Qianqing and was seriously injured. The senior brothers warned him to beat the dog in the water, beat up Qianqing, and become famous in one battle!

So after the monk cheered him up, he stopped talking nonsense, raised his weapon, and slashed at Qianqing.

……

After two rounds.

"Senior brother! You are lying... I hope Qianqing...he is really scary..."

There was only a sound of "hanging", and the monk threw down his weapon, covered his face and ran down the martial arts stage.

On the martial arts stage, Qian Qing sat cross-legged in the center, with blood continuously gushing from his lips, staining the skirt of his chest red.

He secretly said in his heart: "It's so dangerous!"

Fortunately, this time Qianqing was lucky, the other party was a brat who didn't have much guts.

Because he was too frightened, his hands shook unreasonably before the opponent made a move, and his movements completely slowed down.

Qianqing clenched her teeth and tried her best to deal with him.Qian Qing is too weak, let him hold on for another round, don't mention the next fight, Qian Qing may directly transform into a god and become a Buddha.

Fortunately, Qian Qing didn't get seriously injured again in this fight.

After one game, let him defer for three more games, so that he no longer needs to rely on luck to win the opponent.

"fortunately!"

The extremely weak Qianqing once again lamented luck in her mind.

The monks watching from the audience didn't feel like him.

"I hope that Qianqing's desire to win is so strong that I can support myself to persevere."

"Even if the opponent doesn't admit defeat, he will win with his life. It's really scary..."

"The strength is strong, but he refuses to admit defeat."

"Who else can beat him among the monks participating in the Martial Arts Competition?"

Different from Qianqing's eagerness to win, Bo Xichencheng simply gave up this fight and suffered a defeat in the second round after the opening.

He sacrificed the result of one match, and when the next match came, he used a thunderous offensive to win quickly, as if to vent his dissatisfaction with losing two matches in a row.

Immediately afterwards, Qianqing stepped onto the stage again!

Two names appeared on the martial arts stage.

When the name was revealed, Qian Qing and the other party were both taken aback.

I saw that it was written:

"Qianqing, Xizhilang."

Kizhiro...

After seeing these three characters at the beginning, Lin Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

He no longer worried, and whispered something to Xianjun Feng Zhaoming who was sitting beside him.

Seeing Feng Zhaoming nodded expressionlessly, got up and walked out of the martial arts hall together with Lin Zichu, wondering what the two of them had to do.

"Xizhilang? Xizhilang, the eldest disciple of Kuzhongzong?"

"His real name is Shouxi, and he is the only monk in Kuzhongzong who still has the qualifications to participate in the competition."

"He and Wangwo Qianqing grew up together, and their relationship is very close."

"Really? I hope Qianqing's luck is so strong!"

"Since she is his friend, she definitely won't embarrass Qian Qing and seriously hurt him."