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

In the Martial Arts Hall, there was a moment of silence.

As thick-skinned as Qianqing, he was also a little embarrassed, he wanted to come down in a panic, but no one gave him this chance.

Qianqing couldn't struggle at all, because he was very tired, hurt and cold now.

...do you regret it?

does it worth?

During the 650 matches, Qianqing thought about this question countless times.

At this moment, Qianqing finally figured it out.

Maybe you will feel that it is not worth it, and you may regret it.

but--

I do!

Not far away, Baizang Immortal Venerable was smiling.

With tears in his eyes, he seemed to recall the past.

Immortal Lord Dongkun faced the abyss with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the illusory place.

His back is as straight as a mountain, piercing the sky and reaching the earth, like giant feet that lift the sky.

"Dongkun, martyrdom for mortals...is it worth it?"

The back of the former Dongkun Immortal Master is right in front of his eyes.

On that day, Immortal Master Dongkun, who already knew the fate he was about to face, looked back and smiled gently at Immortal Master Baizang.

"For the sake of the common people in the world, I will do whatever I want."

Qianqing looked up at the dome above the Martial Arts Hall.

The sky is so vast.

Qianqing raised her hand and quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Some crystal clear liquid flowed down, but no one seemed to see clearly.

"Hey," Qian Qing hummed, and said to Pu Qingluo who was catching her, "Let go, don't you see my elder brother coming? I want him to hold me!"

Pu Qingluo was being moved, when she heard this, she rolled her eyes, she really let go, and said, "See if I care about your life?"

Qian Qing was seriously injured, and when he stepped off the battlefield, his beliefs that supported him suddenly loosened, and he could no longer stand up, his whole body hurt everywhere, and he couldn't move at all.

When Pu Qingluo let go, Qianqing slapped towards the floor like a kite with its strings cut.

But no one went to help him.

Because in the next second, Qianqing was hugged tightly in her arms.

"..."

The arms that hugged Qianqing tightly were shaking to the point of trembling.

Qianqing leaned on Lin Zichu's shoulder with a sense of security, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the 26-year-old little fairy master, won the first place in the Martial Arts Competition in one fell swoop!"

"What?! 26 years old? Did I hear you right?"

"No, for many years, I hope that I, Qianqing, have hidden my strength until the Martial Arts Competition, and then I became a blockbuster!"

"But I heard that he was seriously injured, so he didn't even attend the closing ceremony of the Martial Arts Competition."

"..."

After the martial arts performance was over, discussions about Qian Qing immediately filled the streets and alleys.

Even the mortals in the four continents also know the existence of Qianqing.

And many other martial arts geniuses who emerged from the martial arts competition were also praised by everyone and spread widely.

Taking Zhengwuzhou as an example, besides Que Qianqing, the top three monks also included Lin Zichu with a cold dragon lying in snow, and Shouxi, the eldest disciple of Kumo Sect.

Although Zhengyang Xianzong's overall strength is still at the bottom, no one can underestimate the power of this continent.

As mortals sang:

In the ethereal, there is a fairy mountain.

For a hundred years, there have been grand martial arts events, and heroes have emerged in large numbers.

Since then, the three prides of Zhengwu,

Chiharuko was happy at the beginning.

on the other hand.

Zhengyang Xianzong successfully closed the curtain of the Martial Arts Competition.

A tall and strong man with a beard and a beard stepped forward, held Feng Zhaoming's hand, and said sinisterly

"Feng Xianjun, you have taught a good apprentice, I have to obey. I don't know when you will come to Liaojizhou, you and I will compete in person?"

Feng Zhaoming remained expressionless, and nodded his head as a reply.

Immortal Bi Xuying did not get a positive answer, and felt that he was being perfunctory, so he was about to continue asking.

Suddenly he saw the back of his disciple Bo Xichencheng running towards Loufeng, as if he wanted to follow him back to Kongzhou.

Bi Xuying was furious, for a moment he didn't care about Feng Zhaoming's presence, so he shouted: "Stinky boy, where are you going?"

"Master," Bo Xichencheng said from a distance, "I'll go to the Kongzhou Island to stay, and I'll be back soon!"

"Come back to me! The martial arts show has just ended, how can a teacher allow you to run around?"

Bo Xichencheng pretended not to hear, put his hat down very low to cover his face, and walked forward without looking back.

Lou Feng coughed twice, pushed the wheelchair, and said: "Chencheng, I'm sorry. If you want to go to the Kongzhou, you can go with my master. I... will stay in Zhengwuzhou A few days."

Bo Xichencheng was stunned: "What? Are you staying here?"

"Yeah." Lou Feng smiled and said, "There's one thing I'm more concerned about... I want to play a few more games of chess with fellow Taoist Lin Zichu."

Bo Xichencheng's face flushed red and then turned pale again. He laughed a few times and said coldly, "Do you think Gu really wants to go to Kongzhou?"

"..." Lou Fengsui slowly frowned.

"If it wasn't for you, how could Gu...how could..." Bo Xichen's face became hot again, he lowered his head and looked at Lou Fengsui.

Then he saw Lou Fengsui's face was weak, his eyes were full of gloom.

The expression is helpless, pity, and expected.

Only there is no joy.

"You don't want me to stay, do you?"

Bo Xichencheng asked coldly.

Lou Feng followed, "Chencheng, you've been working outside these days, it's better to go back with your master as soon as possible."

"Are you really afraid of being alone and tired, or do you not want me to pester you anymore?"

Lou Feng cupped his hands, bowed his head and said:

"Dust City..., I have a disease, and it is difficult for me to move. I didn't think about it before, but these days after being defeated by Lin Zichu, I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I don't want to touch the love of my children anymore. ... Offended. How much offended, I hope to bear it."

"..." Bo Xichencheng's complexion suddenly turned pale as paper, his throat choked, and after a while, he spit out a few words: "Lou Fengsui, hello... how are you!"

After saying that, Bo Xichen rushed out of the door.

Lou Feng Sui frowned tightly, looking at Bo Xichencheng's back, he felt an urge to chase after him.

But in the end he just sighed.

After the Martial Arts Show ended, it took a whole day to send away the millions of monks from the four continents one by one.

In the Martial Arts Hall, only the cleaning fairy boy, three immortal venerables, and seven immortal lords remained.

Feng Zhaoming, who was dressed in a red battle robe, after the martial arts performance was over, seeing that there was nothing he needed to deal with, Feng Zhaoming bowed his hands to the three immortals, got up and was about to leave the martial arts hall.

Baizang Immortal Venerable shouted to Feng Xianjun's back:

"Zhaoming, where are you going?"

Feng Zhaoming stopped in his tracks, and replied, "Go to see Qingfeng."

Thinking that Qianqing was seriously injured, the master was anxious to check on his disciples.

Who would have thought that Baizang Immortal Venerable had a serious expression and shook his head.

"Don't be in a hurry. Zhaoming, Immortal Xuanying has something important to discuss, please wait a moment."

Feng Zhaoming didn't speak, but turned around and stood still in place, signaling to understand.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable narrowed his eyes and said:

"...The Immortal Shu Zhong mysteriously disappeared in the Hall of Renxin that day, and then all the disciples and grandchildren of the Shu family were also taken away. The truth of the ineffective disciple of the deity has not yet been found out. Well, it was probably during the Martial Arts Competition , too many chores, too busy."

Immortal Diaozhuo took a step forward, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "My disciple knows his mistake."

Xuanying Xianzun didn't even look over there, and said to himself: "However, the suspect was so daring that he contacted the deity not long ago, saying that he would exchange hostages with Zhengyang Xianzong."

As soon as this remark came out, several immortals all let out a low "ah", looking a little surprised.

"This deity will send the other party's sound transmission information to you, and you can watch it yourself."

A few unsuspecting immortals quickly swept through.

Immortal Pu Zhizhang, who is usually gentle and gentle like jade, was the first to stand up and said anxiously:

"No, the enemy has a plan and asked Xuanying Xianzun to go alone, wouldn't it put Xianzun in danger."

Diao Zhuo replied, "That's right, I also think about it the same way."

Several immortals who had good friends with Shu Zhong said: "The enemy aimed at Shu Zhong and took away the blood of other people without anyone noticing. Obviously, he has a deep hatred with Shu Zhong. If you don't follow that person's instructions, I'm afraid that Shu Zhong's life will be in danger!"

"Even if Shu Zhong is not as safe as Xuanying Xianzun, there are still hundreds of mortals. We are immortal cultivators, we must not just sit back and ignore the lives and deaths of mortals!"

"Xuanying Immortal Venerable is invincible in the world, while Shu Zhong practices medicine, and his attack power is weak. Changing the place, Xuanying Immortal Venerable can do better."

The monks quarreled endlessly.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable suddenly spoke and interrupted everyone.

"Feng Xianjun, what do you think?"

Feng Zhaoming cupped his hands slightly, and replied: "If it's my lord, then change."

What he meant was that if the suspect wanted to exchange Feng Zhaoming for Shu Zhong at this time, Feng Zhaoming would exchange another person to save Shu Zhong's life.

Xuanying Xianzun squinted his eyes and smiled: "But what if the deity doesn't go? Is Feng Xianjun trying to use justice to persecute the deity?"

"Don't dare."

"The deity..."

Just when Immortal Xuanying was in high spirits and wanted to tease Feng Zhaoming with words, Immortal Baizang at the side said, "Okay. All the immortals shut up. In any case, I will just listen to Immortal Xuanying's instructions."

Xuan Ying, who was interrupted, held her chin up with her right hand, and a cold light flashed in her slender eyes.

The old man!

As if he didn't see Xuanying's threatening eyes, Baizang Xianzun continued: "I don't know what Xuanying means?"

Xuanying Xianzun snorted softly, he looked up at the sky, and said slowly.

"--Change."

As soon as this remark came out, a fairy immediately said: "Xuanying Xianzun, think about it a lot!"

"Master can't."

"Xuanying Immortal Venerable is of great significance to Xianzong, so don't risk yourself easily."

Baizang scolded and told all the immortals to shut up before saying, "Xuanying, this trip is dangerous. What do you think?"

"of course……"

Very interesting!

On the other hand, Xuan Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, is it possible that I want to watch the Shu Zhong clan die?"

"Okay," said Baizang Xianzun, "before there was Dongkun Immortal Lord who sacrificed his life for the common people, and later there was Xuanying Immortal Venerable who took risks with himself. The monks of Zhengyang Immortal Sect are not afraid of sacrifice, uphold the righteous way of heaven, and under the guidance of Xuanying Immortal Venerable Next, our sect will surely regain its glory. Well, it is really good!"

"Ha ha."

Xuanying Immortal Venerable nodded.He stretched out the index fingers of his left and right hands, crossed his fingertips in front of him, and acted as an applause, with a very perfunctory attitude.

Immortal Baizang said: "Since Xuanying has made up her mind, everyone, let's go."

All the immortals left in response.

"Zhaoming." Baizang Immortal Venerable looked at Feng Zhaoming's back, and said, "Tell Qianqing for me not to be naughty and playful these days, and cultivate yourself in the Immortal Palace."

"Yes, Master."

Zhengyang Xianzong, Wangqing Peak.

Pulling out the peak of the sky, it is comparable to a sword and a halberd.

Feng Zhaoming lightly flicked his clothes, jumped off the back of Qingluan Immortal Beast, and walked straight to Wangqing Immortal Palace.

Before he got close, he heard Qianqing's voice.

"Ah! Big brother! How comfortable, when did you break through and have the Nascent Soul!"

The voice was three parts surprised, seven parts coquettish, and seemed quite dependent.

"I wanted to be promoted with you... Sigh!"

Then I heard Lin Zichu's comfort: "The physique of the monk Hanlong Woxue is like this, and he can't slow down at all. In fact, I also want...to be with you..."

The following words were low and inaudible, as if something had touched his lips, and his voice was very muffled.

Feng Zhaoming paused when he pushed the door.

After a while, I heard Qianqing speak, and he said softly:

"...It doesn't matter, I now have a high-level golden core cultivation base, and I will be able to break through Nascent Soul soon."

While Qian Qing was talking, Feng Zhaoming knocked on the door suddenly, pushed the door open and entered.

Then I saw Qian Lin and the two sitting on the bed facing each other.

Qian Qing took off her fiery red war robe and wore light-colored obscene clothes, her complexion was pale, but she was full of energy.

He randomly tossed a token in his hand, and on the token was written the six characters "Look at me Qianqing, Jiashou".

It is the evidence of winning the first place in the martial arts event.

Seeing that Qian Qing didn't take this token first seriously, Feng Zhaoming said:

"Qianqing, no."

"Master." Qian Qing was pleasantly surprised, threw the token on the bed, and got up to greet her.

"Master... Master." Lin Zichu got up from the bed abruptly, hesitated for a moment, and called after Qian Qing.

"You don't need to get up." Feng Zhaoming acted vigorously, lifted his robe, and sat on the edge of the bed. He paused, looked up at Lin Zichu, and said, "Zichu, sit down."

Lin Zichu was taken aback for a moment, then he sat down with a flattered expression.

Qianqing was also overjoyed.

His master is cold and reticent, usually he doesn't like to talk too much, but judging from his attitude towards Lin Zichu at the moment, Feng Zhaoming clearly doesn't treat Lin Zichu as someone else.

This call is also very intimate, obviously knowing Qianqing's attitude towards Lin Zichu, she expressed her support silently.

"Master, you..."

"Qianqing," Feng Zhaoming interrupted Qianqing, stopped chatting, and said to the point: "Today, I am here as a teacher to draw out the essence and blood belonging to Sect Master Bairen from your body."

Qian Qing was taken aback, and asked, "Do I have his blood in my body?"

"Ah."

Chiharu showed a puzzled expression.

Previously, Qianqing used the blood essence of Patriarch Bairen to restore the fragments of time that were shattered by one of the four forms of time "Even if we meet each other, we should not know it". He poured the blood essence of Patriarch Bairen into the left ear and drew it out from the right ear.

It stands to reason that there would be no essence and blood in Qianqing's body, otherwise Qianqing wouldn't be able to feel it?

He asked again: "Master, is it true?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't answer again.

He stretched out two fingers with both hands, placed them near Qianqing's ears, and said, "It will hurt, don't resist."

Qian Qing responded, and in the next instant, pain as if about to tear suddenly hit.Qian Qing almost cried out, cold sweat dripped down her back immediately.

He could feel that what Feng Zhaoming was using at this time was not the magic technique of drawing out sundries, but "searching".

He is using his vast spiritual power to search for impurities in Qianqing's body that are not good for him.

The vast spiritual power crawled all over Qianqing's body like ants, not letting go of every blood vessel and tendon.

After a while, Feng Zhaoming let go of his hands.

He stared at Qianqing in a daze, his eyes a little confused.

"What?" Lin Zichu asked eagerly, very worried.

"...No." Feng Zhaoming frowned, looking ugly.

He said, "Try again."

Qian Qing hurriedly said: "Master, isn't it meticulous enough? No, I don't have the essence and blood of Sect Master Bairen in my body!"

Feng Zhaoming's fingers trembled.

"Who told you that I have the essence and blood of Sovereign Bairen in my body?"

"..."

Feng Zhaoming lowered his eyes, thinking,...he lied to me.He lied to me.

Without Feng Zhaoming's answer, Qian Qing could know the answer.

He sat up from the bed and said, "Master, you are unhappy with Sect Master Bairen, aren't you? Sect Master Bairen has a perverted personality, but he has a firm heart for you. No matter what he does, if you really like him, then Marrying him to Zhengyang Xianzong, haha, isn’t this beautiful?”

Feng Zhaoming raised his hand, touched the top of Qianqing's head, and changed the subject.

He said:

"...After Zichu has Yuanying cultivation, he can marry into the Wangwo clan. Qianqing, don't miss the Lord of Gangmao again and let him down."

"That's right, I want to spend the rest of my life with Cang... elder brother hand in hand after Master gets married. Master, when do you plan to..."

"You don't have to wait for me."

Feng Zhaoming got up abruptly and interrupted.

His lips were tightened, and the arc of his jaw suddenly became sharp.