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

Zhengyang Xianzong, Xuanxie Peak, Yanwu Hall.

After the three immortals and eight immortals took turns to show off, the sky was getting late and the sun had already set to the west.

If the millions of monks present were not completely immersed in the wonderful swordsmanship of Feng Zhaoming at this moment, some people would have noticed earlier that the light in the martial arts stage had begun to dim at this moment.

A disciple of the Immortal Sect holds the wine glass in front of him, raises his head to drink, and tastes:

"Good wine, really worthy of the famous wine 'Zhuyeqing'."

A close friend of his was sitting next to the disciple of Xianmen. Hearing this, he also took a sip of green bamboo leaves and echoed, "Yes, this wine has a mellow taste and a hint of fragrance of bamboo leaves."

"Haha," the Xianmen disciple turned around and was about to chat with his friend when he suddenly noticed the surrounding light and asked in astonishment, "Is it already this late?"

That friend: "Huh?" He turned his head and looked around, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, the sky is dark."

"It must be that we were too obsessed with the wonderful performance of the opening ceremony."

"Speaking of which, after the ten nobles of Zhengwuzhou line up, today's opening ceremony will be over."

"According to the usual practice, the ten nobles lined up, probably led by the Wangwozun clan."

"The respected family visits me, go to Tianchiwu, and compete for luxury!" The immortal disciple said: "It's a pity that the blood is thin. This time, I am visiting the little Patriarch of my family, and I, Qianqing, will show up for the first time."

"I really don't know, look at me, Qianqing, what kind of person I am..."

During the conversation, Feng Zhaoming on the stage moved his phoenix eyes lightly, and his spiritual consciousness swept across all corners of the martial arts arena.

Seeing that most of the wine glasses in front of the million monks were empty, the monks whose wine glasses were full did not raise their hands to touch them.

Feng Zhaoming flicked his sleeve, and the blue wine glass that appeared in front of the monk out of thin air disappeared again out of thin air.

Feng Zhaoming's face remained motionless, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and then he clapped lightly once.

The clapping was barely audible, and after the clapping, the young monks in fiery red robes slowly disappeared in the air like wine glasses in the huge arena.

On the martial arts stage, the light is dim, if any mortal is here, he will definitely lose sight of his fingers.

Almost at the same moment when Feng Zhaoming disappeared from the stage, the millions of monks present were suddenly shocked. "—Boom!"

Only the sound of drums could be heard suddenly coming from all directions.

The million monks turned their heads in astonishment, and saw more than a thousand big men lined up neatly, standing around the martial arts hall.

They were naked from the upper body, tied with hemp rope around the waist, and tied their legs in a horse stance.

In front of each big man, there is a big cowhide drum with a height of two people.

That's where the astonishing drumbeat just now came from.

The big man's naked body showed exaggerated muscles, and there were traces of sweat.

They raised their right hands high, aimed at the drum, and struck again.

"Boom!"

The sound of the drums was like the wind blowing weeds, gathering in the center of the martial arts hall, around the martial arts platform.

The white stone slab, which was originally empty, was also slightly dusted by the sound of the drum.

Under the sound of drums resounding through the sky, there was another chi chi sound.

After the second sound of the drum, the trillions of candles began to be ignited rapidly one by one, illuminating the entire martial arts arena brilliantly.

Boom!dong dong!

The overwhelming drumbeat seemed to be able to hold the monk's heartbeat.

Every big man raised his hand to beat the drum, and the monk's heart would beat.

Beilin Xianjun said with a smile:

"The monks who beat the drums all have Nascent Soul cultivation. When they beat the drums, the aura surges, which is shocking. I have heard that the monks in Zhengwuzhou like the sound of the piano. I didn't expect that the drumming is also remarkable. of."

Lou Feng who was sitting in the wheelchair responded with a light cough.

The eyes of Xianjun Beilin moved to Lou Feng's body invisibly, and then turned back to the martial arts stage.

His disciple is extremely talented and exquisite.

It's a pity that Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, and it's really a pity that Lou Fengsui has such a weak body.

Even Xianjun Beilin, who is a master, feels sorry, and Lou Fengsui, who is the person involved, might care more about it.But during the more than [-] years that Beilin had been with this apprentice, he had never heard him say a word to complain about the injustice of God.

Naturally, Immortal Beilin would not bring it up on purpose to poke his apprentice's sore spot.

Therefore, Beilin pretended not to hear Lou Fengsui's coughing, and with a look of great interest, he looked towards the Yanwu stage, waiting for the head of the top ten nobles of Zhengwuzhou to come out.

He is very interested in looking at my family's little head, Feng Zhaoming's big disciple.

Not only Beilin Xianjun, most of the millions of monks present had the same expectation for Qianqing.

So when they had listened to the drums for a long time, they began to stir and whisper.

"Why don't you hope that my house will open on stage?"

"It's been so long."

"Yes, come out quickly!"

Although the sound of drums beating by the big men around is powerful and pleasant, it is exciting.

But it still couldn't suppress the rioting protests of millions of monks.

Off the court, the three immortals of Zhengyang Immortal Sect sat in high positions.

Baizang Xianzun showed a heavy expression on his face.

He slightly raised his hand, and said to the fairy boy behind him: "Quickly, go out and see, what happened?"

That fairy boy got up quickly and left the martial arts hall in an instant.

Xuanying Xianzun sitting on the left of Baizang Xianzun curled his lips into a smile, showing no sign of nervousness.

He showed a funny expression, leisurely looking at the empty martial arts arena.

Martial arts performance is a grand event in the four continents, held once every 20 years, and the four continents take turns to be the hosts of this grand event.

Recall that the last time Zhengwuzhou was the host of the Martial Arts Competition was 100 years ago.

No host can afford to screw up a big event like this.

The Martial Arts Competition is not just a martial arts competition, it is also a representative of whether a continent is strong or not.

Zhengwuzhou has always been regarded as a representative of the poor and weak among the four continents.

If something goes wrong in this opening ceremony, then the hat of "the bottom of the four continents" will never be taken off within a hundred years.

Baizang Immortal Venerable looked dignified and anxious.

Fortunately, shortly after Xiantong left, someone finally appeared on the martial arts stage.

It was a thin monk with fair skin and a goatee.

The thin and frail monk had a nervous expression on his face, and when he stepped onto the martial arts stage, he showed a soft, even flattering smile.

"what is this?!"

"This...isn't this the head of the Lian family of the Zhengwuzhou nobles, Lian Liankan?"

"Why did he appear..."

"I want to visit my little Patriarch!"

For a moment, complaints from the audience boiled over, and the entire martial arts hall was extremely noisy.

The Patriarch of the Lian family seemed to have anticipated the reaction from the audience, he gave a wry smile in his heart, and repeatedly clasped his fists to signal his surroundings.

After a while, another slender female cultivator walked over with lotus steps.

Looking at the four continents, except for a very few sects, the rest of the sects are more male than female.

At the moment, most of the martial arts halls are male cultivators.

Seeing such a beautiful female cultivator, the noise in the audience seemed to be much quieter.

"This is the most beloved youngest daughter of the noble Lian family, Fairy Lian Longyu."

Lian Longyu stepped forward to support her father's arm, her eyes were sad, she gently removed the hair ornament from her head with her right hand, and waved lightly at the dome.

I saw the sky full of starlight flashing above Lian Longyu's head, condensed into a nebula, and slowly descended, covering the fairy body.

Some of the monks present showed obsessed expressions.

"Fairy Lian Longyu has a single-water physique, her spiritual power can condense nebula, she is beautiful."

"Such a beautiful woman with a noble status is truly peerless!"

After the Noble Lian family came on stage, the Noble Ram followed.

Gong Yang Bu Lao, the head of the Gong Yang family, is a very tall and strong man.

He has a withdrawn personality and has a habit of collecting the inheritance of immortal cultivation.

"It is rumored that Gongyang Bubao likes to collect the broken limbs of fallen immortals."

"His hand hides Immortal Taibai's sternum."

"Also used special means to store the eyeballs of Great Immortal Yuqing."

"No matter what important matters the family is dealing with, as long as Gongyang Bubao hears that there is an inheritance of immortal cultivation, he will not hesitate to forget about the family affairs!"

Gong Yang Bu Lao, the subject of discussion, walked to the center of the martial arts stage and folded his arms.

Then he suddenly pulled out a long-dead corpse from his cuff.

"Oh……"

All the monks in the audience let out a low heck of shock.

Someone recognized that the corpse in Gong Yang Bu Lao's hands was the notorious demon "Killing and Never Leaving".

He does a lot of evil, especially likes to mutilate young human women, and grabs the irresistible human beings and tortures them slowly until he dies.

Since killing does not leave a body out of the body, the aristocratic Gongyang family personally took action to capture him.

It was more than a month ago that Kill Bu Leu was caught, so after Gong Yang Bu Lao took out the corpse, everyone separated it for a while before recognizing it.

Gong Yang Bu Lao snorted coldly and moved his hands lightly.

The corpse of a cultivator who had left his body was broken into seven or eight pieces like tender tofu.

This skill is by no means simple, and I don't know where Gong Yang's ability to mend the prison comes from. He can dismantle the corpse of an out-of-body monk so quickly, and the dismantling is so fast and smooth, as if he has practiced it millions of times.

"The evil is crooked," Gong Yang Bu Lao said coldly, "Everyone gets it and punishes it!"

After saying that, Gongyang Bubao put the dead body back into his sleeve and strode off the stage.

The monks in the audience were low again.

"The Patriarch of the Gongyang family is righteous and awe-inspiring. He is really a role model for my generation."

"But...but why did you bring out the corpse on such an occasion?"

"It is said that the head of the family has a strange personality, and today I have seen it..."

After the noble Lian family and the Gongyang family, Shangguan, Zhuge, Baili and other nobles came to the stage one by one.

The aristocrats of Zhengwuzhou are dignified and dignified, showing everyone's demeanor.

Only the figure of the head of the nobility, "Look at me respecting the family", was not seen.

"In the past, the martial arts competitions in Zhengwuzhou were all led by the Wangwo clan."

"Seven nobles have already appeared. Is it possible that this time, I hope my noble family will be the finale?"

"Haha, it seems that the Zhengyang Immortal Sect also knows that everyone is very interested in the little fairy master, so they have to show off."

The atmosphere under the stage gradually relaxed again.

The millions of monks who were waiting to see my respected family want me to appear on the stage, but they didn't know that the Zhengyang Xianzong monks who were "selling out" in their hearts were huddled outside the martial arts hall at the moment, all of them were in a state of desperation.

"Not playing."

There was an old man in gray robe, furious like thunder, staring viciously at Immortal Feng Zhaoming, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"You can't see the lord of my family, but you still want me to play, go dreaming!"

Some disciples were flushed with anxiety: "Senior Guizao, if you don't come on stage, why don't you send some golden-armored monks on stage?"

"Don't even think about it!" said the gray-robed old man, "If you don't see your lord, I hope that my Zun clan will not have a foot in the martial arts hall!"

"But the Martial Arts Club..."

"not my business."

The disciple turned around and said anxiously to Feng Zhaoming: "Feng Xianjun, you should persuade him too."

Feng Zhaoming opened his eyes and looked at Guizao.

Shaking her head, she said, "Qianqing went down the mountain privately, she will be punished."

Gui Zao jumped up when he heard the words: "Feng Zhaoming, you stinky thief, you are so self-righteous!"