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

The reason why Qingfeng chose to whisper with Feng Zhaoming was because no matter how low the voice was, he could still hear it clearly with the cultivation level of Immortal Baizang.

This is a kind of trust in Xianzun.

Compared with the sound transmission of spiritual consciousness, it is more respectful.

Therefore, Baizang Xianzun clearly heard Qingfeng say:

"Feng Jun, the Bairen Sect Master sent an envoy to invite you to join him in the Boyue Sect... to enjoy the moon."

Feng Zhaoming's hand holding the chess paused slightly, hanging in the air.

He paused, as if he hadn't heard of it, with a 'clang' sound, the chess piece fell down, saving a large piece of black chess.

Qingfeng knew Feng Zhaoming Xianjun's taciturn character, after whispering, he bowed and backed away.

Immortal Bai Zang said: "Since there is an invitation from a distinguished guest, Zhao Ming can leave on his own."

Feng Zhaoming nodded lightly, as if he wasn't in a hurry, he didn't get up, he just looked down at the chess game with a restrained and serious expression.

Baizang Immortal Venerable did not continue to give birth, he stroked his gray beard, and said: "Qianqing is still young, stubborn and naughty, which has added a lot of trouble to Zhaomingtu."

"Master's words are absurd." Feng Zhaoming frowned and said, "Qianqing is serious in her work and perseveres, and she has never been idle for a day since she became a master."

"Since that's the case, what is Zhaoming worrying about?"

"..."

Feng Zhaoming put the chess piece in his hand into the chess jar, then stood up on his knees, and said: "Master, Zhaoming bids farewell."

"Zhaoming." Immortal Bai Zang suddenly stopped Feng Zhaoming, paused and said, "...Qianqing's mood is too volatile, which can easily trigger Fulong's mania in his forehead. His cultivation level is still low, and it is difficult to suppress Fulong's viciousness. Let him calm down and stabilize his emotions. You patiently taught him to write and paint, and guided Qianqing, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions, but you also worried that these might not be enough to calm the anger of the crouching dragon on Qianqing's forehead, so you felt depressed.... However , what are you worrying about? My teacher told you that everything should not be too forceful, did you listen?"

At that moment, Feng Zhaoming's jaw suddenly became extremely sharp.

He paused word by word:

"Zhaoming knows."

Although Puyue Sect was not established for a long time, Sect Master Bairen is young and his cultivation level is not high, but he is already the No. 1 practitioner of Zhengwuzhou Guangyin Dao.

Therefore, the school's reputation spread widely, and many disciples came to study.

The Puyue Sect covers an extremely vast area, boundless.In addition, the climate here is humid, rich in aura, and the walls are often surrounded by white mist, which is really like a fairyland.

But now, in the Boyue Sect with strict teaching and discipline, the disciples looked solemn and trotted to and fro, but there was joy that couldn't be hidden in their eyebrows and eyes.

It's because they heard that Feng Zhaoming from the Zhengyang Immortal Sect will come to enjoy the moon with the Sect Master this evening.

Even though Sect Master Bairen had been Feng Zhaoming's sword boy before he founded the sect.However, the Dao of Cultivation of Immortals only cares about the tyrannical cultivation base, regardless of the origin of the hero.Even if Sect Master Bairen was the sword envoy under Lord Fengxian before, so what?

Now, isn't Feng Zhaoming going to discuss friendship with the suzerain's peers and enjoy the bright moon together?

For the disciples of Puyue Sect, once Immortal Feng Zhaoming came here, they will have a bright face.

On the other hand, Sect Master Bai Ren was wearing a royal blue robe, his right index finger was tapping his knee in a boring but rhythmic manner, his eyes were lightly closed, and he was slowly exhaling and meditating.

For monks in the stage of transforming spirits, the breakthrough does not depend on the simple accumulation of absorbing spiritual power, but mostly depends on the monks' perception of the way they have learned.

At this time, Sect Master Bai Ren's expression was very relaxed, and it seemed that he didn't want to improve his cultivation by absorbing spiritual energy.

It's just that under the relaxed face, there is a trace of anxiety hidden.

Because even though he knew, with Feng Zhaoming's temperament, he was [-]% sure that he would accept his invitation.

But there are still two points in the swing.

The rhythm of Sect Master Bairen knocking on his knees became faster, overlapping with his own heartbeat.

Not long after that.

The disciples of Puyue Sect were still busy preparing refreshments for enjoying the moon.

But Sect Master Bairen still closed his eyes and meditated in the hall.

Suddenly, a red-robed monk came pacing from a distance.

He walked slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he shrunk to an inch and moved thousands of miles.

He is handsome in appearance and elegant in temperament.

A disciple immediately recognized it and said, "Quickly invite the suzerain!"

As if sensing something, Sect Master Bai Ren who was leaning on the bed suddenly jumped up, took a few steps forward, and was about to open the door.

However, he stopped quickly, his dull eyes showed hesitation, and then Sect Master Bairen raised his hand to stroke his hair. After realizing that it was not messy, he took a breath, slowly opened the door, and walked out from the hall.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Feng Zhaoming who was walking towards this side.

Feng Zhaoming was followed by many disciples, compared to Feng Xianjun's graceful posture, they looked particularly embarrassed, panting: "Sovereign! Feng Xianjun came here suddenly, before we could notify him, he came in by himself."

Sect Master Bairen didn't think he was disobedient, he waved his right hand and said to his disciples, "Back off."

"Yes."

After saying that, Sect Master Bairen moved his eyes, 'looked' at Feng Zhaoming, and said with a smile: "I invited Xianjun to come here in the evening to enjoy the bright moon with this deity, but I don't know why Fengxian Jun came so early? Tea? None of the fairy fruits are fully prepared."

"No problem." Feng Zhaoming walked into the main hall of Bairen Sect Master, waved his long sleeves, and closed the door.

The moment the sun was blocked, the room seemed to cool down all of a sudden.

Sect Master Bairen narrowed his apricot eyes and said slowly:

"...What does Xianjun mean by this?"

"The exchange mentioned by the suzerain before." Feng Zhaoming lowered his head, looked at suzerain Bairen, and said, "I agree. This time I come here, I will give something to the suzerain."

I don't know what angered Sovereign Bairen, his expression suddenly became ferocious, but he quickly restrained himself and smiled.

Sect Master Bai Ren walked to the table, opened the teapot, and a scent of tea lingered in his nose.

With a finger of his right hand, warm spring water gradually rose up from the originally dry pot, soaking the pure blue tea leaves in the pot until they stretched out.

"Ordinary mortals drink tea with purple as their respect." Sect Master Bairen said, "They must have never tasted the taste of this blue tea. The reason why this deity set up this Puyue Sect here may be mostly because it is rich in blue tea. Top-notch blue tea. Feng Xianjun, why don't you do me a favor and have a drink with me?"

Feng Zhaoming walked forward without saying a word, and suddenly stopped Sect Master Bairen and picked him up.

The person in his arms was furious, with a ruthless expression, and although his eyes were dull, there was a fierce ray of light.

"Who allows you... to be so presumptuous!"

However, the hands that were so nervous and trembling tightly hugged Feng Zhaoming's neck.

The powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to the cultivator of Huashen swept all directions, covering every corner of the room.

Since Patriarch Bairen is blind, he usually relies on his divine sense to identify the people around him.He is flamboyant, he doesn't like to restrain himself, and his consciousness is suffocating.

And at this time, in a hurry, he released his spiritual sense to probe every hair of Feng Zhaoming clearly.

"Feng Zhaoming!"

Sect Master Bairen said angrily: "This deity can...you..."

Inside the hall, the fragrance of blue tea wafted, and the curtains swayed.

After a short and painful gasp, the sound of wet water gradually stopped, and the trembling curtain also fell silent.

Feng Zhaoming's clothes were not messed up, after tidying up a bit, he supported the bed with one hand, got up quickly and left.

Sect Master Bairen held his breath, moved his eyes, looked at Feng Zhaoming's back, and said:

"you……"

The voice is hoarse, and there is a hidden warmth in the depths.Sect Master Bairen paused, coughed lightly, and continued: "I originally wanted to stay with the fairy to enjoy the moon, but it's still early, why not..."

Before the words were finished, Feng Zhaoming turned his back on Sect Master Bai Ren, and interrupted mercilessly: "No need."

The anger in Sect Master Bairen's eyes gradually rose.

"Please suzerain give blood." Feng Zhaoming said calmly.

Sect Master Bairen kept silent, as if he was enduring his overwhelming anger.

It must be known that Feng Zhaoming cultivated until he became a god, and monks at this stage have intercourse for an extremely long time, like retreating, often lasting more than a hundred days.

However, just now, in order to shorten the time, Cai Feng Zhaoming suppressed the flow of spiritual power in his body, and with a body similar to that of a mortal, he bullied Patriarch Bairen.Not to mention rude, it is even more incomprehensible.

As long as the Patriarch Bairen has an evil intention, he can easily capture Feng Zhaoming by spewing spiritual power on the bed just now.

...He still doesn't know what to do!

Sect Master Bai Ren narrowed his eyes blindly, revealing a vicious look.

When the cultivator of Huashen got angry, the emotional impact was no small matter.

In an instant, the tables and chairs in the room shook for no reason and collided with each other, making impatient noises.

Around the fairy flower spirit grass, there is a destructive spiritual power, which gradually destroys the flowers and plants.

Among the two teacups on the table, one was overwhelmed and shattered, with a 'click' sound, which was quite crisp.

The disciples guarding outside the sect were all sweating profusely and breathless.

Just listening to the inside of the house, Patriarch Bairen said skeptically:

"...Why should Xianjun be so anxious?"

Feng Zhaoming put his hands behind his back to Sect Master Bai Ren, as if he was unconscious under the prying of the other party's forceful spiritual sense, he said: "I still have important tasks to shoulder, and there is no time to delay."

"Okay, haha, okay." Sect Master Bairen sneered twice, suddenly changed his expression, and said softly: "Feng Xianjun, you major in the Dao of War Intent and minor in the Dao of Time, so you must know the benefits of the Dao of Time. "

"..."

Sect Master Bairen talked about everything and said: "This Dao of Time, properly used, can predict the unknown future, turn the monks into good luck, and increase their luck. For ordinary people, money and wealth are at their fingertips. And the Dao of Time has been developed so far. The fundamental reason why monks flock to it is definitely that, practicing it to the peak, even... can prolong the life of monks."

"..."

"A monk's practice of Taoism is nothing more than fighting for his life against the heavens. Longevity and luck." Sect Master Bairen said gloomyly: "Feng Xianjun, I suddenly feel that the essence and blood are too precious to be handed over to you. Why don't you change it?" Others, what you want, the deity can satisfy..."

Feng Zhaoming turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like lightning, extremely fierce.

He turned around, looked at Sect Master Bairen, and asked:

"The meaning of what the suzerain said is to break the contract?"

Sect Master Bai Ren snorted, and sat up on the bed with his hands up.With a pain in his waist, he frowned slightly and leaned back.

He raised his hand again, where the palm passed, the messy clothes were restored to order, and the loose hair was also bundled up again.

Sect Master Bai Ren said slowly: "This deity wants to break the contract, so what?"

Suddenly, there was a 'hum! There was a long cry, and a majestic spiritual force roared over, wandering around the hall.

Reiatsu riots.

Feng Zhaoming said: "Since that's the case, forgive me for being rude."

"Are you going to take it by force?" Sect Master Bairen stood up from the bed abruptly, and a blue light shone in front of him.

The spiritual power in the hall suddenly rose.

Then he saw a royal blue long sword appearing in front of Sect Master Bairen, the sword body trembled and its momentum was like a rainbow.

The hilt of this sword is engraved with countless complex patterns, which are difficult to understand.At a glance, it makes people dizzy, only to feel that this sword seems to come from ancient times, which is shocking.

Even people with shallow cultivation can see that this strange pattern is probably related to the Dao of Time and Yin, which can reverse time and space, and make people feel admiration when they look at this sword.

This sword is exactly the celestial sword "Hundred Ren" ranked fourth on the list of strange swords.

Among the many fairy swords, this sword has a very special place.

That is, the Hundred Ninja Sword has the sharpest edge, the thinnest blade, and the most painful stabbing wounds.

Before Sun Ruwei secretly learned the first move of the four moves of time and time, "Even if you don't know each other", he was caught by Sect Master Bai Ren.

Sect Master Bairen used a knife to cut Sun Ruwei's flesh piece by piece, which was not considered torture for a monk.However, coupled with the Hundred Ren Immortal Sword, it caused him unbearable pain. Since then, his personality has changed drastically, becoming vicious and sinister.

It was precisely because the Patriarch of Bairen knew how powerful Feng Zhaoming was that he took out the Bairen Immortal Sword from the very beginning, obviously extremely defensive.

But Feng Zhaoming slightly lowered his head, glanced at the Bairen Immortal Sword, his expression remained motionless.

Then, he stretched out his right hand into a palm shape, put his five fingers together, pointed his palm at Sect Master Bairen, and said softly:

"Suppress evil."

In the next moment, with the palace as the boundary, there was a raging fire that shot up into the sky.

Sect Master Bai Ren felt that his throat seemed to be hooped, and his breathing was difficult.

Soon, his radiating consciousness was blocked.Sect Master Bairen has been blind for a long time, relying entirely on divine sense to detect things.

He was frightened and angry, and after taking a deep breath, he quickly calmed down and dealt with it with concentration.

...Suppress evil spirits!

This move is one of the supernatural powers formed by Feng Zhaoming's self-perception when he sat cross-legged on the top of Zhenhui Peak and looked at the Banxie Pavilion when he just broke through the cultivation of transforming spirits.

To put it simply, the function of suppressing evil is to forcibly confine the spiritual consciousness released by the monk in the body, and then use the spiritual consciousness of the caster to oppress the spiritual consciousness of the other party.

For monks, since the beginning of cultivation, they can release their spiritual consciousness and explore the distance, which can not only replace vision, but also replace hearing, even smell and taste.

And when the spiritual consciousness is withdrawn from the body, it is like the human soul, restricting the human body.Once the consciousness is oppressed, it is like the soul is oppressed, and the monk is unable to move like the body is oppressed.

This move is a real collision of spiritual consciousness, if Feng Zhaoming's spiritual consciousness is weaker than the opponent's, it is very likely that he will be suppressed instead.

It's just that Feng Zhaoming is proficient in the way of fighting spirit, and his spiritual sense is extremely powerful. This trick of suppressing evil is used to frighten the enemy. Up to now, there has been no defeat.

Sect Master Bairen took a breath, and drew out the Bairen Immortal Sword with his right hand, pointing the tip of the sword to the ground,

He stepped forward and walked towards Feng Zhaoming.

The body of the Bairen Immortal Sword flashed a cold light, it was so sharp that it was terrifying to look at——

Boom-!

Zhengwuzhou, outside the main hall of Boyue Sect and Bairen Sect.

Numerous Puyue Sect disciples patrolled back and forth, monitoring all corners of the Sect to ensure safety.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard suddenly, and all the disciples turned their heads in astonishment and looked into the distance.

Outside the main hall of the Bairen sect, there were steaming ashes, and when the palace shook, they jumped up into the sky.

Through the window, one could see the crimson flames inside like purgatory.

However, the disciple glanced at the hall from afar, then quickly turned around and continued patrolling.

That's because Sect Master Bairen had told them the day before yesterday that once Immortal Feng Zhaoming enters Puyue Immortal Sect, when the two of them are alone, no matter what happens, no one is allowed to come forward without authorization.

Although Sect Master Bairen is young and powerful, no one in Puyue Sect dares to disobey the order of the Sect Master, so no one outside the Sect Master Bairen's hall approached.

From time to time, the sound of spiritual pressure collisions could be heard in the hall.The powerful spiritual pressure belonging to the cultivator of Huashen made a very strange and powerful sound. The disciples of Puyue Sect were amazed when they heard it for the first time.

If I have to say it, this sound is a powerful supernatural power, the sound of squeezing the air to the extreme.

When the consciousness collides, it will often make a similar sound.However, Feng Zhaoming and Patriarch Bairen, both of them have high cultivation bases and rare heroes, they are of course different compared to others.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of explosions and compressions in the hall gradually stopped.

The trembling beams also fell silent.

One of the disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his thoughts finally stopped.

There was such a loud noise in the hall, it might be that Sect Master Bairen was fighting with Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming.

I don't know the result?

Presumably, the two of them are old friends, they will learn martial arts, and they will not strike too harshly, nor will they be too serious.Sect Master Bai Ren would probably be more polite, even if he lost, he would not be ashamed.

However, as a disciple of Boyue Sect, I still earnestly hope that the Sect Master can win...