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

There was a thin-skinned disciple who blushed immediately and scolded: "Hey, the immortal master's legacy, the father's family belongs to my family. I hope my family is majestic and powerful, the sky is noble, and it is unattainable. How...how? Could it be us?"

"It can't be you, but it can't be someone else. Counting, the immortal master's legacy is five out of ten this year, and I'm actually 15 years old."

"It makes sense. Most of us are 15 years old, and many of us have no father or mother and only rely on the sect."

"In the entire Optimus Pillar, except for the disciple of the Immortal, who is more talented than the disciple of the Kaiyuan Sword Sect?"

After a few words, the hearts of the dozen or so disciples were warmed. Although they knew that this matter was too lucky and impossible, they still had a little bit of luck.

While talking, suddenly the surrounding spiritual energy escaped, and the spiritual wave shook.

Everyone only felt a powerful spiritual pressure, whistling.This spiritual pressure was too compelling, it came from a distance, like a strong wind blowing on the face, it made everyone's cheeks hurt, and they had to raise their hands to cover their faces.

Someone squinted and saw a handsome and elegant man from a distance, with vermilion eyebrows, like a half-faced yin-yang fish.

The young monk's complexion was pale, and when he walked, he seemed to be strolling in a garden, but with a majestic momentum, he shrunk to an inch, and walked very fast.

Looking at it, the disciple stood there in a daze, and his heart was beating wildly at the same time.

If... If you guessed right, this young man should be the head of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Feng Zhaoming.

That's right, such a piercing spiritual pressure must be something that only Feng Xianjun can have.

But I don't know why Xianjun came here suddenly?

Is it difficult?

The disciple's mouth was dry, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, thinking, could it be that the immortal master's legacy is really among these dozen people?

He watched Feng Zhaoming rushing towards this side helplessly, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and he was extremely nervous.

Then Immortal Feng Zhaoming walked straight towards him!

That disciple's heart would burst with joy, he is exactly fifteen this year, and he has no parents, could it be himself...

Xianjun's aura blew towards his face like a gale, stabbing like a knife, but the disciple's expression became more and more excited. Compared with being selected by the Kaiyuan Sword Sect to become a disciple of the sect, he was a thousand times more excited.

Feng Zhaoming's expression was indifferent, the speed of the cultivator's movement was extraordinary, and he was not far away from more than a dozen disciples in the blink of an eye.

Is it...!

Seeing Xianjun Feng Zhaoming walking in front of him, the Sword Sect disciple almost fainted.

At this moment, Xianjun Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, understated, skipped the disciple of Kaiyuan Sword Sect, and passed him by.

Xianjun didn't even move his eyes, as if he didn't see them, and he didn't speak politely, only the breeze blew by.

The joyful expression on the disciple's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched in embarrassment, and he turned to look at the back of Xianjun leaving.

He sighed in disappointment, and murmured:

"I said... such a good thing, how could it hit us?"

However, Sun Ruwei said that when he saw Qian Qing swallowing the Que Yan scorching fire order into his stomach in order to die, he was shocked and furious, wishing to smash Qian Qing to ashes.

It should be noted that the Queyan Scorching Fire Order is derived from the Queyan Ercrane, Zhiyang Zhiyan, ordinary low-level monks, will turn into ashes with a slight touch.Not even a high-level monk would dare to put it in his mouth.

Qian Qing's actions are undoubtedly unprecedented and unprecedented.

He was determined to go, and he was so ruthless.

This scorching fire has the will of a crane, and when Qianqing holds it, it is still a little reluctant, like a dragonfly caught by an urchin, shaking from side to side.

However, when Qianqing put the token into her mouth, the floating pattern of the crane on the token of the scorching fire suddenly stretched its giant wings, stretched its thin neck, stood on one foot, the beak of the crane spread apart, like a dancing crane, faintly flashing crimson light.

With a grunt, the boy swallowed the three-finger-wide token completely into his throat.

Sun Ruwei was furious.That's right, he still has countless torture methods in his hands, but he was afraid that Qianqing would seek death, so he didn't use them.

But even though he was so lenient, Qian Qing, this little bastard, still chose to go against her.

He originally thought that meeting Qianqing was his luck.

Looking at it now, there is nothing wrong with it, but all of this has come to naught because of Qian Qing's death.

Thinking of the heinous crime of killing the immortal master's legacy, not only will he be hunted down by the immortal master, but he will also face the thunderous wrath of Feng Zhaoming, the No. 1 combat power in Zhengwuzhou, and he cannot escape death.

However, it seems that this life will not be in vain if buried with the immortal master's legacy!

Thinking of this, Sun Ruwei's eyes were red, he rushed down, and said angrily:

"I'm going to hack you into pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

However, at this moment, an extremely angry female voice suddenly came from behind Sun Ruwei. She snorted and roared, "Presumptuous!"

The sound was like thunder, reverberating in the sky and the earth, and the mountains echoing it, it was deafening.

The cold sweat on Sun Ruwei's back immediately soaked his clothes, and a sense of life-and-death crisis lingered in his heart for an instant.

His neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to turn his head. After feeling the terrifying spiritual pressure behind him, he quickly fell and fled.

However, Sun Ruwei slammed into something transparent, and his figure stopped suddenly, as if stuck in mid-air, unable to move at all.

"what is this?!"

Sun Ruwei roared, and raised his sword again and again, trying to chop around, but he couldn't lift his hand.

It turned out that at some point around him, a circle of cobweb-like sticky silk was densely wrapped around Sun Ruwei.

And he was like a dying insect, no matter how he moved his limbs, he couldn't escape.

At this moment, a woman in red, with a human face and a spider body, flew down from above without even looking at Sun Ruwei, and hurriedly chased after Qian Qing.

Its fall was very fast, and the wind howled, causing the woman's robe to fly, her black hair swung back, revealing her beautiful face.

When she saw Qianqing, the woman showed an eager look on her face.

She vomited spider webs continuously from her mouth, her moves were venomous, like crazy, and knocked away the Buluo fierce kites around her who were trying to attack Qianqing.

She didn't have the unrestrained posture that a monk should have, but was more like a mother animal protecting her cubs.

The woman's figure fell rapidly, and soon she landed beside Qianqing.

Seeing Qianqing's bruised and thin appearance, she couldn't help trembling all over, almost going crazy, and let out terrible roars again and again.

I want to hold him in my arms, but I don't know where to start.

The woman felt extremely pained, she raised her head to the sky and screamed, stretched her arms, and held Qian Qing tightly in her arms.

"...good boy."

The red-clothed woman's face was full of tears, she carefully looked at Qian Qing's face, and then pressed her cheek to her in satisfaction.As soon as the woman changed her crazy expression just now, her face changed very quickly.Her voice was soft, like a loving mother saying: "It's all right."

"Wanniang is here...it's all right."

The woman in red forgot everything and hugged Qianqing tightly, even though the person in her arms was breathless, it did not stop the woman's affection.

Not long after, she pulled Qianqing's messy hair behind her ears and said softly:

"Little Lord, Wanniang will take you to a safe place..."

At this moment, two powerful spiritual pressure, one in front and one in back, appeared here almost simultaneously.

A gentle male voice said loudly:

"Fellow Taoist Wanxian stay for a while."

The woman in red, known as Wanxian, had a soft and submissive expression when she was muttering to herself with Qianqing's body.

And when she heard the male voice, the woman looked up abruptly, her face was ferocious, her pupils shrank, as thin as a pinprick, and she looked like a beast.

The two figures fought side by side.The former is dressed in a red and white robe, and is the Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

Standing slightly behind, wearing an apricot-colored yellow robe, is Pu Zhizhang Xianjun.

Pu Zhizhang saw Qianqing in Wanxian's hands at a glance, and realized that there was no trace of life in him, so his face was impatient, and he said urgently:

"The Immortal Lord's son is in critical condition. Please fellow Taoists hand him over to us. The Zhengyang Immortal Sect will do its best to save the little prince's life."

Wanxian sneered: "Are you worthy too?"

Pu Zhizhang felt a little embarrassed when he said it.

You must know that Wanxian is the beast spirit under the control of the Immortal Master Dongkun, and does not belong to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. The world only obeys the orders of the Immortal Master Dongkun.

Afterwards, Immortal Lord Dongkun passed away. Although she voluntarily sacrificed her life for the common people, Wanxian still had no reason to hate Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

Such a conflict of words can be imagined.

Fortunately, Pu Zhizhang is in the position of an immortal lord, with an easy-going disposition, and he doesn't care about everything. He said solemnly: "Friend Wanxian, this matter is no small matter. Let's put aside the prejudice against private matters, and only consider the son of the immortal lord. There are monks in the Zhengyang Immortal Sect If you are good at soul dao, you will definitely be better than you. Before the time is too long, quickly hand over the young master to us, lest you drag him down to death!"

Wanxian sternly said: "Did you find the young master first, or did I find it first? I have my own way, so I don't need your intervention!"

Feng Zhaoming, who was standing beside Pu Zhizhang without saying a word, heard Wanxian's words at this time, suddenly moved his body like lightning, and rushed towards Wanxian.

Wanxian hugged Qianqing, retreated quickly, and said, "If you delay any longer, I won't be polite."

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, with a calm expression on his face, he reached forward with his right hand, only to snatch Qian Qing to his side.

Pu Zhizhang couldn't help being stunned when he saw Feng Zhaoming raised his hand to hit him, but he also knew that the situation was urgent, no matter that Fellow Taoist Wanxian was from the former sect of the Immortal Lord of Dongkun, he rushed forward and joined hands with Feng Zhaoming.

The majestic spiritual power collided with each other, and the light burst out.

Feng Zhaoming is the first disciple of the Immortal Lord of Dongkun, with a single-fire physique and a fighting spirit, his offensive is like a sword, and he is unstoppable.

Pu Zhizhang is a disciple of Baizang Immortal, his attack type is the same as his character, like spring rain, dense but not leaking.

As for Wanxian, she escaped from the Five Elements, because of her out-of-body cultivation, she can fight against two immortals at the same time with one person.

However, after a long time, Wanxian was also a little overwhelmed.

Because she embraced Qianqing with one arm, she could only fight with one hand.Moreover, her chest was still affected by an old injury, and the injury was serious.

The worst thing is...and told her to meet Feng Zhaoming.

As soon as Feng Zhaoming made a move, Wanxian was secretly startled.

After fighting for a while, I couldn't help but praise, "Great!" '

This cultivator is so powerful at such a young age, he really deserves to be the first disciple of the lord, among the cultivators recognized by Zhengwuzhou as the No.

Although Pu Zhizhang Xianjun is also a very outstanding figure, but at this time he can only reluctantly accept one or two moves of a monk who is out of the body like Wanxian.Most of the attacks were borne by Feng Zhaoming alone.

Fengxian Jun recruits aggressively, without delay, regardless of Wanxian is his senior, and he doesn't know the word courtesy, he boldly reaches forward with his left hand, trying to catch Qianqing, but Wanxian protects Qianqing tightly. Can't pour it in.

Wanxian snorted, and said: "You really want to take the little prince away from me!"

Saying that, on the right arm where Wanxian and Feng Zhaoming met each other, there was a purple jade bracelet, shining brightly, suddenly enlarged, and fell off from Wanxian's hand.

Like a crocodile pouncing on its food, it snapped at Feng Zhaoming's right arm.

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he tried to ignore the injury to his right hand, and clamped Wanxian tightly.

Wanxian raised her arm and held Feng Zhaoming's hand instead.

Pu Zhizhang exclaimed in shock: "Feng Xianjun, be careful!"

At this moment, the purple jade bracelet was already wrapped around Feng Zhaoming's right arm, and sharp pinholes were exposed on the edge of the bracelet.

The purple bracelet tightened fiercely, piercing through Feng Zhaoming's right arm, causing blood to flow like a river.

Feng Zhaoming frowned, but did not moan.