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

"That's all," Lin Zichu cupped his hands and said, "Master Xuanying, please help me to untie the fairy rope on Ah Qing's hands and feet."

Immortal Venerable Xuanying raised the corners of his mouth and reached his ears: "If I make a move, it will take about three hours to untie this bundle of immortal ropes."

"What?!" Qian Qing couldn't believe it, and asked loudly, "Three hours?"

Xuanying Immortal Venerable nodded.

It is just a matter of raising one's hand to untie the ordinary fairy rope.However, the Immortal Binding Rope with the Immortal Arts attached to it after the action of Sect Master Bairen is obviously not in the category of ordinary Immortal Binding Rope.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu struggled for many days, but they couldn't untie it, which shows that the "Musuka Chaochao" fairy art is extraordinary.

Qian Qing just didn't expect that it would take three hours for Xuanying Xianzun to make a move.

At this moment, it is only two hours before the Martial Arts Competition.

Don't forget, Qianqing still needs to represent Wang Wo Zun Clan to attend the opening ceremony.

"Couldn't it be faster?"

Qian Qing hopped to the front of the giant net, looked up at the extremely tall and thin silver-robed monk who looked like a core.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable raised a finger, waved it, and said: "Sect Master Bairen is very young, but he is also very interesting. He is quite talented in the Dao of Time and Yin, and he has created countless moves, all of which are unexpected and unique. of."

The moves created by Sect Master Bairen may not be the most powerful.However, the price is unexpected.

For example, if he and Feng Zhaoming had the same level of cultivation, if they fought with all their lives, Bai Ren would definitely be the one who lost his life.

But if he didn't go all out and just make ordinary small fights, Feng Zhaoming would most likely be defeated by Sect Master Bairen instead.

That's because Bairen's methods and immortal techniques emerge in endlessly, and all kinds of new ideas come to his mind, and he creates various difficult methods on the spot, which makes it difficult for people to deal with.

Because of the cumbersome and complicated Dao of Time, there are very few monks who practice it, so most other monks do not have the means to specifically restrain the art of time.The master of Bisheng Bairen is extremely talented and talented, and with his own strength, he added more headaches to his colleagues who were already difficult to deal with the cultivators of the Dao of Time.

Qian Qing sighed heavily, and said: "Three hours, three hours, please trouble Xianzun to make a move!"

Xuanying Immortal Venerable narrowed his eyes into a crescent moon, which deepened again, and the pupils were almost invisible.

He smiled maliciously and said, "It's true that I can untie the rope on Little Immortal Master's body in three hours. However, I still have the important task of entertaining guests from four continents."

"..."

"There are still two hours, and the martial arts grand meeting will begin." Xuanying Xianzun put his head up pretendingly, looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "I can only stay here for two hours at most. The rest , you have to rely on yourself, Little Immortal Master."

Qianqing's face darkened.

He had known for a long time that Xuanying Immortal Venerable would not use his full strength.

Maybe even the time limit of three hours was made by Xuanying Immortal Venerable.

This fairy has a really weird personality.He will do everything possible to make things look like he is interested in.

Xuanying Xianzun really wanted Qianqing and Lin Zichu to participate in the martial arts competition and fight in the martial arts arena.

But it doesn't mean that he wants Qianqing to attend the opening ceremony on time, after all, Qianqing can't make an appearance, it seems more interesting to look at my Zun clan's desperation and trouble Feng Zhaoming.

As for losing the face of Zhengyang Xianzong?It doesn't matter, as long as he's happy.

Qian Qing said in a low voice: "Can you bother Xianzun to send a letter to my grandfather Baizang?"

"No."

"..."

Qian Qing hated her so much that her teeth itch, but since there was no one else to ask for help at this time, she had to swallow her anger and said, "In that case, it's all up to Immortal Xuanying."

"No, no," Xuanying Xianzun said with a smile: "Little Immortal Master, please remember that this deity will only help you for two hours, after that, you have to rely on yourself."

Seeing that Qianqing was about to lose his temper, Lin Zichu quickly interjected and said respectfully: "The two of us have remembered, please help Master."

Two hours later.

The Optimus Pillar, Xuanxie Peak, and the Martial Arts Hall, all the disciples were seated.

The Martial Arts Hall is located in the east of Zhengyang Xianzong. It is majestic and majestic, standing proudly on the top of the mountain. It will only be opened on the day of the grand festival.

In the Martial Arts Hall, there is a powerful man who used supernatural powers to open the canopy of the Martial Arts Hall.

The sun fell slowly.

If a monk probes his spiritual consciousness from the top of the Martial Arts Hall, he will be able to see that there are nearly a million monks from the four continents densely packed inside.

Millions of monks are located around a huge competition platform.Compared with the competition platform, the nine-foot monk is like an ant leaning against a giant elephant.

If you look closer, you can see that the martial arts platform is square and square, and the platform body is made of pure white stones.

The white stone was so hard that an ordinary Jindan cultivator could only leave a crack on it under the full attack.

As long as the stone is not crushed into slag, then within six hours, the stone will return to its original state.

Thousands of male and female monks gathered in the Martial Arts Hall. They were young, and under such a grand event, they couldn't help being excited and chatting with the people around them.

"This is the second time for me to participate in the martial arts event. The first time I was nervous, I didn't perform well. This time I must perform well and win glory for my master!"

"Before the opening ceremony, the host Zhengyang Xianzong's three immortals first appeared, and then the eight immortals officially announced the opening of the martial arts competition."

"The Immortal Feng Zhaoming of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect is known as the 'Zhengwu Continent's No. 1 Combat Strength'. I can't wait to see this immortal gentleman!"

"Speaking of the opening ceremony, I heard that the little fairy lord of the Zun family will not appear this time..."

"That's right, what a pity..."

"..."

The huge Martial Arts Hall was extremely noisy, the sound of conversations, noisy sounds, and the sound of the sound entered the ears.

Immortal Feng Zhaoming didn't look sideways, and sat upright on the high platform.

No matter how noisy the surrounding environment was, he remained motionless.

Not long after, suddenly there were several powerful auras, walking towards Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming turned his head slightly, and saw several monks in red clothes, straw hats, and straw sandals.

The burly man headed by him is Dongdao Liaojizhou, and he must win Xianjun.

Feng Zhaoming stood up from his seat, cupped his hands and said:

"Xianjun Xuying, you are here."

"Immortal Zhaoming, long-awaited, long-awaited." Bi Xuying took two steps forward, firmly grasping Feng Zhaoming's wrist, and said with a warm smile, "You and I, brothers, have been separated since the last time. How many years have you not seen it?"

Feng Zhaoming smiled slightly, but didn't make a sound.

"Brother, I heard that more than ten years ago, the Immortal Zhaoming used the technique of teleportation, and traveled thousands of miles to my Liaojizhou on the Buluo kite, and then left back in a hurry. Why are you in such a hurry? Zhou stay a few more days? I want to do my duty as a landlord and treat Immortal Zhaoming well, hahaha!"

Thinking about it, Immortal Bi Xuying would not know why Immortal Feng Zhaoming went to Liaojizhou, nor would he not know why he left in a hurry.The reason for saying the above words is probably just to embarrass Feng Zhaoming.

However, Feng Zhaoming was very self-cultivated, and when he was ridiculed like this, he just watched Bi Xuying quietly and didn't say anything.

Bi Xuying laughed twice and stopped.

No matter how much he hated this young monk who was more than one round younger than him but on par with him, Bi Xuying didn't have much interest in continuing to talk to a dull gourd who wouldn't get excited or angrily retort.

For monks, regardless of the outcome of the quarrel, fists are the last word.

Bi Xuying deeply knew that between himself and Feng Zhaoming, there was an all-out duel.Only by stepping on Feng Zhaoming can he realize his position as the number one gentleman in the four continents.

But now, it's not the time.

Bi Xuying suppressed the boiling fighting spirit in his heart, patrolled left and right, and asked: "Brother, I heard that Zhaoming has recruited a new big disciple, who is the little fairy master brought back by the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Where is the person?"

Feng Zhaoming gave a "hmm" as an answer.

Bi Xuying reached back with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and pulled out a handsome young monk with red dots on his forehead, phoenix eyes and sculpted eyebrows.

The young monk was looking left and right in the venue, and when he was pulled out of the queue by the master, he was still muttering: "Why hasn't Lou Fengsui come yet?"

Bi Xuying introduced to Feng Zhaoming:

"This is my disciple, Bo Xichencheng. I wonder if today I am lucky enough to have Chencheng fight against the little fairy master under the seat of Immortal Zhaoming?"

Hearing Bi Xuying's high-spirited and somewhat hostile words, Feng Zhaoming refused, saying, "It's not suitable today."

Bi Xuying Xianjun's expression changed.

It is said that the monks in Zhengwuzhou are brave and warlike. This Feng Zhaoming is called "No. 1 combat force in Zhengwuzhou".

If you want to say how easy he is to bully, that's not necessarily true.

From Bi Xuying's point of view, Feng Zhaoming's attitude is clearly perfunctory.

"Hahaha..." Bi Xuying raised his head and smiled, just about to speak.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Bo Xichencheng's eyes lit up under Bi Xuying's arm, as if he saw something surprising.

Following his gaze, he saw a sick and weak monk in a wheelchair with a pale complexion and hard-to-dispel gloomy eyes.

"Lou Feng Sui!" Bo Xi Chencheng broke free from his master's embrace, and happily ran over there, waving his hands and saying, "You're late!"

Hearing the shout, the sick and weak monk turned his head and smiled at Bo Xichencheng, then clasped his fists to salute Bi Xuying and Feng Zhaoming.

This is Ling Kongzhou, the disciple of Immortal Lord Beilin, and Lou Feng is following the monk.

Bi Xuying had blue veins popping up on his forehead, and he really wanted to roar:

"Little bastard, get the hell out of here!"

However, this is the place where immortal cultivators gather after all, no matter how annoyed Bi Xuying is, it is inconvenient to reprimand his disciples loudly here, lest he be laughed at by other sects.

He endured it, and explained to Feng Zhaoming: "Hehe, my disciple just likes to join in the fun."

Feng Zhaoming didn't care too much, just at this time, the other seven immortals of Zhengyang Xianzong called Feng Zhaoming through voice transmission.

Obviously, the opening of the Martial Arts Festival is approaching, and all the immortals should prepare in advance.

Feng Zhaoming cupped his hands and said goodbye, "I would like to invite Immortal Xu Ying to take your seat. I still have important matters to attend to, so I am inconvenient to accompany you."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

After Feng Zhaoming left, Bi Xuying suppressed his anger, and said to his apprentice who had already run away: "The Martial Arts Competition is about to start, you still not coming back?"

"No," Bo Xichencheng said via voice transmission: "Master, I'll just sit here at Lou Feng Sui."

Immortal Bi Xuying couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out with an angry shout:

"What a system!"

Xuanxie Peak, Yanwu Hall, where the immortals are seated.

Qingyang Xianzun looked tired, holding a cup in his hand, sipping tea slowly.

Baizang Immortal Venerable closed his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

Not long after, they saw a white light on Xuanying Xianzun's seat, and the next moment, Xuanying Xianzun's figure appeared here.

"Xuanying Immortal Venerable came just in time," Qingyang Immortal Venerable said in a strange way, "I thought you must be late."

"Hehe," Xuanying Xianzun curled his lips into a smile, and said, "I am always punctual."

Baizang Xianzun said: "Since Xuanying Xianzun is also in place, then let me wait and announce the opening of the grand ceremony of martial arts?"

Immortal Venerable Xuanying narrowed his eyes into a crescent moon, and there was a flash of light.

"As it should be!"