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

Inside the martial arts hall.

There is a tall, thin, and soft-looking monk who sits cross-legged in the row of Zhengyang Xianzong Xianzun. He is not very old, but he has already firmly seated on the throne of Zhengyang Xianzong Dongzun "Xuanying".

Xuanying Xianzun's eyes are slender and slightly closed, paying attention to the fighting situation below.

On the stage where the word "heaven" is performed, the competition between Qianqing and Shouxi is still going on.

I saw Shouxi sitting in a corner of the Martial Arts Hall, carefully restraining his breath.

But Qianqing was wrapped in thick fog in the center, unable to see her figure clearly.

The dense fog that envelops Qianqing is the mist spit out by a kind of fairy beast called "Mirage", which has hallucinogenic effects.

At this moment, Shouxi seems to have the upper hand. Not only did he use mirage to front Qianqing, causing her to fall into an illusion that he could not extricate himself from, but Shouxi was also very cautious.In his arms was a thin strip-shaped animal pet, which was constantly spouting billowing white mist, carefully repairing some weak places of the mirage over time.

Others wiped off Qianqing's cold sweat, wondering if he had the means to break through the illusion.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable turned his face away, covering his indecent yawn with his cuff.

"Little Immortal Lord performed very interestingly in this martial arts performance."

Under the cuffs, Xianzun Xuanying's fox-like eyes narrowed into a crescent shape.

"But Shouxi, who is at the end of the bitterness, has old friends with the little fairy master. This phantom mirage does not have the slightest killing intent. It is really boring. Why don't you do something with this deity... Hehe..."

Xuanying Immortal Venerable is speculating insidiously.

Suddenly, there was the sound of wind raging on the right side, and some extremely cold and icy breath came towards the immortal.

A sharp light flashed across Xuanying Xianzun's eyes, his right hand seemed to be slowing down, and his index finger and middle finger were facing the right ear, and he pinched it lightly!

This movement seemed inconspicuous, but it suddenly pinched the black bat carrying mist and turned it into a wisp of blue smoke.

This blue smoke turned into divine consciousness, and passed into Xuanying Xianzun's mind.

"Oh?"

Said in his spiritual consciousness, Immortal Shu Zhong and his clan are all in the hands of the owner of this sound transmission bat.The master of the bat wants Xuanying Immortal Venerable to keep quiet, and before the martial arts performance is over, he will take the medicine that seals the spiritual veins, and go to the "Ancient Temple Devil's Cave" alone, and exchange people.Otherwise, the bat master would start killing and cut off the head of Immortal Shu Zhong and put it at the gate of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"Ancient Temple Demon Cave..."

Xuanying Immortal Venerable's eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed idlely, showing an unfathomable expression.

The ancient temple and the devil's cave are places where demon cultivators gather.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, the monks in this temple angered a certain demon. The demon killed every piece of armor in the temple, and also pulled out the souls of the monks in the temple to prevent them from reincarnating and hanging them on the temple wall. on the spikes on his head, weeping day and night.

"Hehehe... Do you want to exchange this deity as a hostage? It's so brave, it's really interesting... Mmm. There is still some time before the deity can reply before the end of the martial arts competition."

Xuanying Immortal Venerable pulled out the wisp of divine consciousness from his mind, and put it in his cuff.

It seems that there is no fear of being intimidated at all, but a somewhat inexplicable joy.

It was also because this incident interrupted the immortal master's thoughts that this unpredictable immortal master did not intervene in the contest between Qianqing and Shouxi.

However, Qianqing stood quietly in the center of the martial arts stage, her back straight and motionless.

His thoughts were completely lost in the illusion——

11 years ago.

Wanshui City, Linjiazhuang, the opening ceremony.

The peaks and cliffs are carved, and the pools are peach blossoms.

Hundreds of young men and women, scrambling to be the first to climb the mountain.

Even though she was in an illusion, Qianqing still felt her own exhaustion, hunger and thirst.

His and Shouxi's eyes were firm, like two hunting beasts, with a fierce look in their eyes.The two of them were not the first to climb the mountain, but relying on their own hands and feet, they kept surpassing those above them and soon became the leaders of the first column.

At night, only Qianqing and Shouxi were left on the huge Jingling Mountain, still climbing up silently.

"Shouxi! Look! Above...is the top of the mountain"

An intermittent exclamation broke the silence of the night.

The two laughed wildly and struggled to climb towards the top of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, this "mountain top" is just a stone platform that can accommodate two arms, and there is still an infinite distance from the real mountain top.

Shouxi was silent.

He didn't want to say the words of giving up, and discouraged Qianqing's fighting spirit for no reason, and just wanted to let go quietly and fall down.

Qianqing could only hear the sound of the wind falling beside her ears, this sound had been heard more than 100 times that day, each time it made Qianqing nervous.

So he reacted suddenly, and quickly stretched out his left hand to grab Shouxi's arm.

Qianqing's left hand tightened suddenly, and her right hand sank suddenly, an indescribable weight pressed on his body, almost pulling Qianqing off the cliff.

At this moment, the vision suddenly rose!

A gloomy and cold voice came out of nowhere and said in Qianqing's ear.

"Do you want to open the veins to obtain high-level qualifications?"

"If you want, let go of your hand. Otherwise, you will be dragged down by Shouxi and stop at the middle qualification."

Cold sweat dripped from Qianqing's forehead, he gritted his teeth, and with a tough attitude, he completely refused.

The voice fell silent, and suddenly said:

"...Do you want to win all?"

"Do you want to win the first place in the martial arts competition and repeat the glory of Zhengyang Xianzong?"

Qianqing's body trembled suddenly, showing a surprised expression.

"If you want to win, then let go of your hand."

"Otherwise you lose."

His arms began to tremble, and blood flowed drop by drop along Amao's spider web.

Shouxi also started to shout:

"Qianqing, let go! I don't want to climb anymore."

"Yeah, let it go, Shouxi doesn't even want to climb up. He won't die if he falls. Wouldn't it be good to let you win alone?" The gloomy voice said: "You are the legacy of the immortal master, and you are extremely talented. .Qianqing, you have a big heart, and you intend to make the Zhengyang Immortal Sect great, so that you will no longer be ridiculed by the rest of the continent. What kind of friends will only slow down your progress!"

As if to respond to the words of the gloomy voice, Qianqing's left hand became heavier and heavier, until his right hand could no longer grasp the mountain wall.

"Let go!"

"If you don't let go, you will lose."

"You once said that you would achieve a complete victory in Yanwu, but you lost so ugly, aren't you afraid?"

"Zhengwuzhou has become the laughing stock of the four continents." The voice became more and more piercing and piercing, until finally it seemed to be roaring in Qianqing's ear:

"Do you want everyone to laugh at your failure?"

Qian Qing trembled all over, suddenly let go of her right hand, and fell heavily on the mountain wall, supported only by her legs, hanging upside down on Jingling Mountain.

"—Put your mother's shit on!!"

The veins on Qianqing's forehead popped up, and he shouted at the top of his lungs...

The sound paused for a moment.

Then I heard Qianqing shout:

"Shouxi is not a drag! For him, even if you lose, so what the hell!"

Qianqing exerted all her strength with her arms, her eyes were stubborn, she gave a loud shout, and abruptly lifted Shouxi up.

"Qianqing."

Shouxi who was caught also raised his hand to touch Qianqing's arm. At the same time as the two brothers' arms touched, the huge Jingling Mountain collapsed suddenly, breaking into pieces one by one.

Shouxi suddenly opened his mouth and asked:

"Have you had enough rest?"

At the same time, in the Martial Arts Hall, Qian Qing suddenly opened her eyes, with sparkles in her eyes, her expression awe-inspiring.

The dense fog around was like a frightened bird, fleeing Qianqing in a hurry.

A strong wind blew away the dense fog.

Qian Qing stood up and replied loudly: "Enough!"

It turned out that although Shouxi dragged Qianqing into the illusion, Qianqing's physical body was still absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, producing blood and healing the wound.

As far as Qianqing's tenacious vitality is concerned, given him the time to breathe, he can fight for life.

Not to mention that the time in the illusion is similar to reality, and now the two have been fighting for more than a day.No wonder some monks said Qianqing's "fortune is strong".

This whole day of recovery time can turn Qianqing from dying to a level where she can fight again.

"In that case, then..." Shouxi laughed, and he took a step back, saying:

"I surrender."

"What?" Qian Qing was stunned and said in astonishment.

"You have broken my illusion, and besides this, I have no other means to suppress you. Qianqing, I already knew." Shouxi looked at Qianqing seriously, "You are incomparable to others. Willpower. You are tougher and tougher than anyone else, so no one can beat you...I really did not misunderstand anyone."

"Slender Xi..."

"Go," a pair of invisible big hands stretched out from the barrier, grabbed Shouxi, and wanted to remove the monk who had surrendered from the field.Shouxi's figure gradually became blurred, but his voice was still saying: "Qianqing! With the glorious mission of Zhengwuzhou... let's win!"

——Total victory!

As soon as the words came out, all the monks in Zhengwuzhou stood up from their seats.

They know that the competition has progressed to this point, and the record is basically stable.

After Shouxi stepped in, there was no shelter in front of Qianqing.

He will definitely be like a sharp sword soaring into the sky, no one can stop him!

Just as the Zhengwuzhou monk expected.

In the next hundred or so fights, Qianqing performed quite calmly.He changed his previous reckless and domineering fighting style, and began to cautiously pursue victory.

In the end, the monk became more nervous.

Many monks who participated in the competition made fatal mistakes near the end and left with regret.

In the last few battles, Qian Qing changed others' perception of his "aggressive and brave" fighting style. His moves were restrained, and he calculated the use of spiritual power, so he turned into a calm fighting style.

The monks in the audience were dumbfounded.

"I hope Qianqing is only 26 years old this year..."

"He he he...how could he have such a steady performance!"

Everyone raised their heads, excitedly waiting for the end of the last fight.

"I……"

The cultivator standing opposite Qian Qing threw down his saber, threw himself on the ground, and said helplessly, "I admit defeat."

In the center of the martial arts stage, a black battle flag was hung, fluttering in the wind.

The name of the participating Jindan monks and the result of the competition are written on the banner.

When Qianqing's opponent conceded defeat, the battle flag fluttering in the wind came to a standstill.

The chess board suddenly went dark, and the names of million-dollar golden core monks were instantly cleared.

In the next moment, a few large characters appeared on the record list, as if they had been burned by a raging fire, showing a dazzling golden color.

Zhengyang Xianzong, look forward to my Qianqing, the first, 650 consecutive victories!

For a time, the audience was boiling!

On the blue and white stone slab, Qian Qing was covered in blood all over his red clothes, and his fighting spirit was too late to restrain, overflowing, like an ancient god and Buddha who stepped on blood, making people want to kneel down and worship.

"Win! Win!"

The Zhengwuzhou monk shouted frantically.

"I hope that I, Qianqing, will win more than [-] matches and win the first prize, breaking the record of hundreds of millions of years. He has become the youngest first-class monk since ancient times!"

In the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, a monk who had a good relationship with Qian Qing rushed to the martial arts stage, howling, hugged Qian Qing and put her on his shoulders.

"Haha, Qianqing, it's really you!"

"Senior Brother Qianqing! You...you are seriously injured." The soft-hearted monk looked at Qianqing's body covered in bruises and couldn't help crying.

Qian Qing smiled and said: "It's easy to say, easy to say! That's right, quickly carry me down, I'm too tired to walk..."

Everyone was giggling, raised their hands one after another, supported Qianqing with their hands, and sent him back to Zhengyang Xianzong Lie little by little.

In the beginning, there was indeed a lot of laughter.

But the smiles of every monk who touched Qianqing's body suddenly froze, and they couldn't laugh anymore.

...What a bruised and exhausted body.

It's hard to imagine that Qianqing used such a body, punched and punched, and fought all [-] games with all her might.

A total of 650 games!

He didn't give up a single game.