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

Zhengwuzhou, at the foot of Optimus Pillar Mountain.

Seeing that the sky was bright, the misty clouds were gently blown away by the mountain wind, revealing the black mountain body of the pillar of the sky.

The mountain is tall and straight, solemn and solemn, and it really deserves to be the representative of the immortality of Zhengwuzhou.

The Zongmen monks gathered at the foot of the mountain, after a while of emotion, got up one after another, and lined up to step on the mountain road of Optimus Pillar.

It turned out that after the fairy lord's son watched me Qianqing go up the mountain, he encountered an accident at the Optimus Pillar and almost lost his life.Later, led by Zhengyang Xianzong, he led a number of monks to open up a safe road on the fairy mountain.From then on, monks who went up the mountain climbed this mountain road without encountering the "Three Dangers of the Sky" that once blocked countless monks from the gate of Xianzong.

Not far from the foot of the mountain, there were dozens of male and female monks wearing black trench coats scattered here and there.They watched the other monks go up the mountain, all of them showed eagerness, and looked at the eastern mountain peak, as if they were looking forward to and waiting for something.

After a while, a young and skinny monk stood up and said hesitantly to the male cultivator standing in the front: "Senior Brother Xi Zhilang, the sky is already dawn, and all sects are up to ascend the mountain. ...Shall I go up the mountain with you?"

The monk called Xizhilang stood at the foot of the mountain with his hands behind his back.He looked up at the top of the mountain and shook his head slowly.

Another female monk compounded and said in a low voice: "Yes, we have not waited for the little fairy master, how can we go up the mountain by ourselves?"

The skinny cultivator became a little anxious, blushing, and argued: "Senior Sister is right. But I have been waiting here for the little fairy master for seven days. I haven't seen her, and I haven't received any news. Immortal Master has a lot of things to do, it is not convenient to go down the mountain, and... it is not yet known."

"you……"

The female cultivator froze for a moment, and was immediately speechless.

When everyone in the Kumo sect heard the news that the little fairy master would go down the mountain in person, they were indeed ecstatic at first.

But soon they felt that something was wrong. When they heard that there was no letter from Qianqing at all, and everything was all brother Xi Zhilang's own wishful thinking and conjecture, they felt a little delicate.

After waiting for seven days in a row, but still did not see the shadow of the little fairy master, many juniors couldn't bear it anymore.After all, the Martial Arts Competition is just around the corner, if you don't go up the mountain, you may miss this event.

A small sect like Ku Zhong Sect pays special attention to the Martial Arts Conference.If one can stand out at such a grand event, it will undoubtedly be extremely beneficial to the monk's future immortal journey.

If it wasn't for the fact that Senior Brother Xi Zhilang was extremely prudent in his daily work and his cultivation level was high, some people would have been impatient and would have gone up the mountain by themselves.

Xi Zhilang was silent for a while, then said slowly:

"...Why don't we act separately. Wen Renshao, you take the rest of the juniors and younger sisters up the mountain first."

Among the monks of Kumo Sect, Xizhilang is the highest, Xu Wangwen is slightly inferior, and Wenren Shao is the second.

If Xizhilang cannot lead the crowd, he should choose a leader from among the two.

And Xu Wangwen and Wen Renshao were one in one, after returning from the Frozen Forest Wasteland, Xu Wangwen treated Wen Renshao a little more resignedly and obediently, so after thinking about it for a while, Xi Zhilang entrusted all the monks to Wen Renshao Shao.

Wen Renshao stretched his body, put his hands behind his head, yawned and said:

"It's not good to leave you here alone."

During the seven days of waiting for Qianqing, Wen Renshao has always been bored like this.

Xi Zhilang said: "It's okay. You have climbed up the Pillar of Optimus, and you know the danger of this mountain. I heard that after you go up the mountain, you must cheer up, and you must not be negligent and let the rest of the disciples step out of the safe mountain road."

"Yeah." Wen Renshao nodded not very attentively.

Xi Zhilang followed the crowd and sent them to the foot of Optimus Pillar.

Someone reluctantly said: "Brother Xizhilang, after three days, you don't have to wait any longer. You may climb up the mountain at full speed, maybe you can catch up with us."

"That's right, when you arrive at Zhengyang Immortal Sect, won't you be able to meet the little Immortal Lord as well?"

"Brother, you..."

A dozen or so young monks gathered together, chattering non-stop, blocking the passage up the mountain.

After a while, there were other monks standing behind the monk of Kuendongzong, and they also lined up to go up the mountain.

The cultivator behind him waited for a while, showing a very impatient expression. He squeezed a voice-enhancing formula and said, "If you don't want to go up the mountain, dodge yourself, don't block the way here!"

The sound amplification technique can amplify the monk's voice to an astonishing extent, and the monk was a little unhappy, so he shouted extremely loudly.In an instant, the flying bird that was originally perched on the side was frightened, its wings vibrated, and it flew out in a panic.

A group of monks in Kumo Sect knew they were wrong, shut their mouths and stood apart.

There were more than a dozen monks wearing straw hats and maroon-colored shirts standing in the back. Without leggings, one could tell that they were not monks from Zhengwuzhou.

Those foreign monks were expressionless, but their eyes still reflected their very unhappy mood at the moment.

Because the straw hats and straw shoes of these monks are too distinctive, Xi Zhilang clapped his hands and said:

"Are you all friends from Liaojizhou, East Island? I didn't realize it for a while, and I'm really sorry for blocking the road."

Xizhilang is peaceful, he doesn't like to cause trouble, and he speaks very politely.

At this time, if one party wants to give in, it is inconvenient for the other party to confront each other.

The headed monk, Liaojizhou, gave Xi Zhilang a lukewarm look, and after giving a "huh" with his nose, he led the crowd up the mountain road of Optimus Prime.

There was a monk standing at the end of the queue, who seemed to be the youngest monk in Liaojizhou, glared at the monks of Kumo Sect, and whispered to his fellow sect: "What a bunch of bumpkins...Zhengwuzhou is poor and backward, and the road to Tianshan is dilapidated So...the qualification of this continent to hold a martial arts festival should have been revoked long ago..."

Since the monks of Liaojizhou were whispering instead of sound transmission, the monks of the Kuending Sect around could hear their conversation clearly.

Then a disciple of Kumo Sect couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily, "Boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The young monk in Liaojizhou sneered again and again, looked contemptuously at the monk Kuzhongzong, and was about to go up the mountain.

"Stop!" The monk of Kuzhongzong shouted, "How can you be allowed to talk nonsense here in the quiet place of Zhengwuzhou?"

"If you dare to act wildly in Zhengwu Island, report your name quickly!"

"Asshole, let's fight!"

It is said that the residents of Zhengwuzhou are tough and violent.When things happen, there is no need to argue, and if there is a slight problem, they will fight to the death.

But the sneering monk Liaojizhou was also arrogant, he shouted: "Fight, fight! I'm afraid you won't make it?"

After saying that, he turned around suddenly: "A group of ignorant soil turtles, don't know how to sign up first before asking people's names?"

Wen Renshao, who was originally standing on the left side with a pillow on Xu Wangwen's shoulder, with a tired face, stood up limply after hearing this, and said with a smile: "I really don't know, so there are still such rules in the Dazong sect. .Do not change your name in the downline, do not change your surname when you sit down, the single-character surname is lying, and the first name is Laodu."

"Hmph, crouching, it really is dirt..." Before he finished speaking, the monk in Liaojizhou suddenly realized.

The monks of Kumo sect couldn't bear it any longer and roared with laughter.

The monk Liaojizhou's face was ashen, he suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and shouted angrily:

"How dare you tease the master of the Dongling Immortal Sect, boy, today I will let you know how to write the word regret!"

If you rush forward, you will fight desperately with the hippie smiling mustache.

Wen Renshao took his time and retreated after resorting to teleportation, shouting as he retreated:

"It's terrible, my son is going to beat me!"

The fierce fight is about to break out!

At this moment, the leading monk in Liaojizhou no longer wanted to watch the farce. He frowned and stopped him: "Yellow Crane, stop making trouble."

Xi Zhilang also took a step forward, standing in front of the monk called Huang He in Liaojizhou.

"Get out of the way!" The cultivator was so angry that he turned a deaf ear to the words of the leader brother, and with a sway of his figure, he wanted to forcefully break through Xizhilang who was standing in front of him.

Xi Zhilang's figure flashed, and he stood in front of Huang He again.

In the blink of an eye, the two moved around several times, their figures appearing and disappearing like sword shadows.

Only Xizhilang's deep voice was heard, far and near, saying:

"My junior brother is usually negligent in discipline and gets carried away with complacency. Fellow Taoist is a guest from afar, so don't argue with him."

The little disciple from Liaojizhou said angrily:

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way, or don't blame me for hitting you too."

"I'm sincerely coming to participate in the Martial Arts Competition, but I really don't want to form a quarrel with fellow daoists here. Why don't fellow daoists raise your hands high?"

"I do not--"

Before the words fell, the leading monk in Liaojizhou pinched the sound amplification formula, drew a gourd in the same way, and shouted: "Yellow Crane!"

A roar resounded through the sky.

The little cultivator, who was originally red-eyed, couldn't help being startled when he heard what his senior said, and stopped his hands.

Turning around, I saw the leader senior brother staring at himself with terrifying eyes.

Yellow Crane stomped its feet, and reluctantly teleported behind the Dongling Immortal Sect's queue, still staring fiercely at the smiling Wen Renshao while looking sideways.

The leading senior brother turned around and was about to climb the Optimus Pillar, he said softly:

"My sect is the head of the Xianzong in Liaojizhou, don't be as knowledgeable as these small sects, and disgrace my Xianzong."

Hearing this, Huang He, who had been downcast, lifted his spirits and said loudly, "Exactly."

The monks of the End of Ku sect all had fire in their eyes and bristled with anger.

If it wasn't for the sect's strict discipline, they wouldn't have dared to disobey senior brother Xi Zhilang's order and act rashly, otherwise they would have fought violently by now.Even if you can't beat it, you can't suffer verbally.

Hiroshi sighed inaudibly.

The same young and energetic guy, why doesn't he feel angry and aggrieved?

But this place is the pillar of the sky after all, if something happens, Zhengyang Xianzong, as the host, will inevitably be responsible.

Xizhilang was really worried about adding trouble to Qianqing, after thinking about it in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and retreat.

I could only hear the Liaojizhou monk known as the Yellow Crane saying reluctantly:

"That's right, let's go. We really shouldn't care about this kind of unknown Xiaozong who is behind the intercontinental..."

Xizhilang forcibly endured the anger in his chest, only to feel his chest swell.

Before the words were finished, a long sound of "Om!" was heard not far away, a black shadow wrapped in the strong wind, like a spear of the god of war, stabbed straight at Huang He's chest.

not good!

At the critical moment, Huang He suddenly woke up, and he suddenly turned sideways, avoiding the vital point of the pulse point.

As expected of a disciple of the Immortal Sect, the black shadow came quickly and fiercely, and it was about to hit, but Huang He was able to dodge it.

Huang He's footsteps were disordered, he staggered back two steps, and was supported by his senior brother.

He opened his mouth and said, "What..."

Before he could reflect it, he suddenly felt that the sunlight in front of him was blocked, and a piece of shade fell.

Huang He raised his head subconsciously.

Suddenly, a monk in red appeared out of nowhere.

Under the red costume, the tall, thin and masked young monk fell from a high altitude and landed on the head of the yellow crane.

The masked monk suddenly grabbed the black shadow that the yellow crane had avoided just now, and raised his right hand high, like a full moon bow, powerful and domineering.

The strong wind blew the masked monk's black hair into all directions.

Huang He raised his head, his eyes widened.

There was only a crisp "slap", and the masked boy picked up a huge hard object that was unbearably hot, and slapped Huang He ruthlessly and accurately, and the hard object hit the left cheek heavily.

"Oh!"

Huang He's body fell uncontrollably to the right, with such force that even the senior brother beside him couldn't hold him up.

All this is a long story, but in fact it is just a blink of an eye.

The movement of the masked boy was too fast, and before all the Jizhou disciples could react, the fierce and arrogant young monk jumped back again and again.

At the same time he said:

"Shouxi, how many times have I told you that you can hit me if you want, why should you be kind to a woman!"

As soon as the words fell, Huang He fell to the ground in response, bleeding from his mouth. He cupped his mouth and wanted to curse: "Who?!"

However, his mouth was so painful, so painful and numb, that he couldn't speak, and could only say "woo woo".

The monks of the Dongling Immortal Sect were shocked. The leading monk who had already embarked on the mountain climbing road also turned around in astonishment, and surrounded the masked monk with other disciples.

"Whoosh."

Soon, another tall monk dressed in white and also wearing a strange mask descended from the sky and stood beside the monk in red.

Xi Zhilang was overjoyed, and opened his mouth to shout, but hesitated for a moment, and said: "You guys are here."

Er Wen, who was standing beside him, smiled.

The rest of the disciples were at a loss.

These two people are Qian Qing and Lin Zichu who arrived long ago.

But for the monks of Dongling Xianzong, these two people are weird,

"Who are you two?!"

"Presumptuous, how dare you attack Dongling Xianzong!"

Lin Zichu coldly swept over the monks in Liaojizhou, and said:

"...Before asking someone else's name, don't you know that you should give your name first?"