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

Lin Zichu's attitude towards Qianqing was a bit spoiled to the point of connivance.

Just now when Qianqing spoke, Lin Zichu had been listening quietly.

After he finished speaking, Lin Zichu shook his head invisibly and said:

"Ah Qing, tomorrow Elder Deng Lin wants you and me to fight, we will fight seriously. Don't play around like today."

Qian Qing was originally leaning lazily on the tree, but upon hearing this, she straightened her back and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This monk's cultivation is unfathomable. If I annoy him again, I'm always worried that I will hurt you."

Qian Qing was silent for a while, then said: "Indeed. His Reiatsu power is even better than my grandfather's."

Lin Zichu said: "Besides, his temper is volatile and unpredictable. You really shouldn't be allowed to take this risk."

"That's right," Qian Qing said: "Brother Kuishan saw that the two of us didn't go back today, and he will definitely come back tomorrow. It's okay to show this old man my Zhengyang Immortal Sect's swordsmanship."

After finishing speaking, Qianqing hesitated for a moment, leaned slightly, and approached Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu held his breath and looked at Qianqing, without moving.

"...What was the two of us like before?" In the night, Qianqing's pupils were thick black, and she looked very serious. "Tell me more."

Lin Zichu looked into Qianqing's eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, taking him into his arms.

Qianqing's head was pressed on Lin Zichu's shoulder, and she was a little at a loss by Lin Zichu's sudden intimacy.

"...You used to always lean on me like this." Lin Zichu hugged Qianqing's back forcefully, and then slowly let go.

Seeing Qianqing's bewildered expression, Lin Zichu secretly sighed in his heart, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Qian Qing moved her posture, and sat side by side with Lin Zichu, leaning her head on the other's shoulder.

He closed his eyes, looking like he was asleep.

I thought in my heart: "If it is this person, why not lose?"

That's right, Qian Qing had her own reasons deep down in her heart for pushing back against Elder Deng Lin, playing tricks and cheating, and not fighting Lin Zichu.

Qian Qing is competitive and has been unwilling to lose to others since she was a child.

The golden elixir is known as the most difficult first step for a person who cultivates immortals. Only when he realizes the Tao can he form an elixir.

The Golden Core cultivation base is a watershed, and the Golden Core cultivation base monks are not the same as the Foundation Establishment cultivation base monks.

When a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Qian Qing fights with Lin Zichu, if no other factors are taken into consideration, Lin Zichu, a Golden Core cultivator, will probably win.

However, Qianqing was in a special situation. He was born with fairy bones and fairy flesh in his body, and his realm was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul.

There are also divine beasts Fulong and Queyan Erhe.

His master, Feng Zhaoming, once said that if Qian Qing worked hard, there would be no one in the Zhengwuzhou cultivator.

If Qianqing fights with Lin Zichu and becomes fierce in the middle of the fight, then it will be a life-and-death fight, what should I do?

Therefore, he has been reluctant to do it for a long time.

But at this time, he was leaning on Lin Zichu's shoulder.

Qianqing suddenly thought that it might not matter even if she lost.

Elder Deng Lin angrily left the sour jujube monkey domain and walked towards the depths of the jungle.

It was late at night, and the wind howled, shaking the leaves and shaking the shadows on the ground.

I don't know how long I walked, I only know that the surrounding trees are getting denser and denser, the leaves are covering the sky and the sun, and they are making noise together, like weeping.

A transparent coffin appeared in front of Old Fairy Deng Lin.

The coffin was eight feet long and three feet wide, emitting a glowing blue light in the dark night.

Inside the coffin lay an extremely beautiful male corpse.The eyes of the male corpse were closed tightly, and the skin showed the same transparent color as the coffin. Obviously, the body was no longer there, and what was stored in the coffin was the broken soul that was pinned down inch by inch.

The soul-fixing nail is one of the life-saving means in the world of cultivating immortals. No matter how severely injured, as long as all the souls are collected, then the monk still has a little room to turn around. As for whether he can survive, it depends on the next step. Therapeutics are gone.

But this life-saving method is really a bad move.

And no matter how fragile a monk's soul is, once it is seriously injured, it may be wiped out immediately, and it is too late to use the soul nail.

Just saying that this seriously injured monk will suffer severe pain if his soul is nailed by a nail, makes many monks dare not use such methods lightly.

The monk placed in the transparent coffin was assembled by the old fairy Deng Lin with soul nails.

This soul appears complete, but it is not.If you look closely, you can see a big black hole near the dantian of the male corpse.

And even if the soul of the male corpse is nailed by the nail, it will not dissipate easily.But the soul of the male corpse remained motionless, neither feeling pain nor reacting at all, as if it was just a corpse lying there.

Old Immortal Deng Lin walked three steps away from the male corpse, untied the surrounding seals with a formula, and then stood in front of the coffin step by step.

He lowered his head and quietly looked at Nanxiu's glowing corpse, as if looking at a close friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

However, in the next second, Old Immortal Deng Lin suddenly stretched out a finger.

The fingertips circled with dazzling light.

Elder Deng Lin slowly pointed his fingers at the coffin of the male corpse, only to hear crackling sounds, the seemingly indestructible transparent coffin was on the verge of collapse under the force of his fingers.

Back to the sun!

The attack method handed down by Immortal Feng Zhaoming to Qian Qing was now used by Elder Deng Lin. Compared to Qian Qing, its power is terrifying!

The light from the monk's fingertips was as dazzling as the sun, lighting up the entire Wushan area in an instant.

The wild beasts around hurriedly fled, not daring to approach.

The clouds in the sky dodged one after another, not daring to touch their edge.

Returning to the sun is an extremely powerful means of attack and requires a lot of spiritual support.But the old fairy Deng Lin didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power all over his body, and his sharp edges probed around like needlepoints, forming a terrifying field.

When his fingers touched the coffin, the radiating sharpness suddenly condensed into a cocoon, which enveloped the old fairy Deng Lin.

The powerful spiritual pressure made a thunderbolt sound beside the old fairy Deng Lin.

The extremely handsome face of the male corpse in the coffin's soul trembled slightly due to the attack of Hui Rizhi, showing symptoms of exhaustion.

Elder Deng Lin suddenly withdrew his fingers, twisted his two fingers together, and wiped off the halo of the sun finger.

This trick may seem ordinary, but it actually contains a wonderful mystery.Only a monk who has a very precise control over his own spiritual power can retract and release it like the old fairy Deng Lin. This move must be done by Mahayana monks.

Even the Immortal Lord Dongkun back then, limited by his cultivation, could not do this.

In the wilderness, the old fairy Deng Lin screamed wildly:

"Lin Caiyun! Hahaha, Ben Shangxian beat you thirty times a day, and won you a total of 880 times in literary and martial arts!"

"You bastard, I was better than you before, but I couldn't beat you. Now I finally won, and I won so many times in a row. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Quickly get up to Ben!"

Old Fairy Deng Lin roared, hitting the transparent coffin containing the male corpse.

Faint cracks appeared on the surface of the coffin, but I don't know what fairy material the transparent coffin is made of, and it can repair itself while being hurt.

"I caught two little dolls, one is like you, also has the body of the cold dragon lying on the snow. The other has a more special physique, and is the most stinky boy from my family. You were so powerful in life that you think no one can win Your legendary physique. Hmph, I never believed it before, I want to teach my little bastard personally, and let him beat the Hanlongwoxue body by jumping up the ranks!"

"Haha, if you are awake, you must be angry again."

"Then wake up quickly, and fight with Ben Shangxian again!"

"Lin Caiyun! Give it to me—get out—!"

get out--

get out--

The deafening roar of the monk echoed in the valley.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

A strong attack like raindrops hit the lid of the transparent coffin.The coffin lid made an overwhelmed sound, and it was about to crack into pieces.

At this moment, Elder Deng Lin suddenly turned around and stopped attacking the coffin.

He gave a long moan, like a wounded beast.

At the same time, the majestic spiritual power spread out, like a huge wave rushing over a mountain, the surrounding trees were rattled by the invisible air waves, and the leaves rained down, like a heavy rain.

Old Fairy Deng Lin's eyes were red, and he looked fiercely at the endless darkness ahead.

"...If those two little bastards still refuse to do anything tomorrow, I will kill them!"

He stood alone in the woods for a long time before sitting cross-legged next to the coffin of the male corpse.

No one could see that this Mahayana cultivator looked dejected at the moment, as if he had turned into a homeless abandoned dog.

Accompanying him are only the silent stars in the sky.

The next morning.

Qianqing took out the sword embryo of Taifu Queyan Sword, and began to strike for it with a serious expression.

The Taifu Quyan sword in Qianqing's hand, although it is in the shape of a sword embryo, without adding Fulong scales, has flame blood, but its sharpness cannot be underestimated.

For Qianqing's safety, Feng Zhaoming cast a spell on the blade to seal it.

On weekdays when Qianqing used it, the blade was still in an unopened state.

But today, Qianqing raised her right index finger and middle finger together, slashing across the blade.

The blade of the seal also cut Qianqing's two fingers, bleeding out.

When the blade of the sword embryo felt Qianqing's blood, the original misty blade shivered and became as bright as a mirror.

It turned out that only Qian Qing's blood could break Feng Zhaoming's sealing technique on the sword.

This is because once Qianqing encounters an enemy and is injured and bleeding, she may have to use the Taifu Quyan Sword.Being able to untie it with blood is naturally to prevent Qianqing from being in danger.

Qianqing wiped Taifu Queyan's sword with blood, and then quickly stopped the bleeding.

He held the sword, and slashed forward lightly with his right hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground.

In the air, there is a twisted airflow visible to the naked eye.The sharp blade almost cut through the void.

Lin Zichu held the Hanshu Sword in his hand, less than ten steps away from Qianqing.

With a light slash of Taifu Queyan sword, a gust of wind blew across Lin Zichu's face.

"Good sword."

Lin Zichu gave a light praise, held the handle of the Hanshu Sword with his right hand, and pulled out the blade in the opposite direction.

The Hanshu sword trembled slightly, and the cracks on the sword were particularly obvious.

Lin Zichu looked down, then quickly looked at Qianqing, and said:

"let's start."