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

"Where is Guizao!"

The fighting spirit in Qianqing's eyes was overwhelming, and the moment the words were spoken, there was an astonishing spiritual pressure scattered like birds and beasts, shocking the crowd.

All the monks in the audience were in an uproar, they were stunned by Qian Qing's appearance, and there was a lot of discussion.

Then I saw a gray-clothed monk with extraordinary spiritual pressure appearing in front of the main entrance of the Martial Arts Hall.

Behind the gray-clothed monk, there were hundreds of gold-armored monks, holding long spears, and lined up neatly.

The grey-clothed monk suddenly knelt down and bowed.An old, humble, and respectful male voice uttered from the grey-robed monk.

"Old servant, see respect... respect master!"

Hundreds of golden-armored monks stood on their knees at the same time, their heads and necks bowed, and they shouted in unison:

"Honor to the Lord!"

The sound of kneeling was like thunder, echoing in the martial arts hall, deafening.

A monk exclaimed:

"This gray-clothed servant has an out-of-body cultivation base!"

"Since you are an out-of-body monk, you can naturally go to the Immortal Sect or the Sect to become the head elder. Why do you want to be a slave in my family?"

"Looking at the way he bends his knees, he looks so frightened at my little Patriarch."

Qian Qing turned her eyes to the main entrance of Yanwu Hall, and saw Gui Zao kneeling on the ground.

He glared and said harshly:

"Aren't you coming up to start?"

"Yes!" Gui Zao repeatedly responded, his figure shaking.

In the next moment, the out-of-body monk appeared on the martial arts stage together with a hundred golden-armored monks.

Although Guizao's cultivation base was much higher than Qianqing's, he didn't dare to show it at all. He let the spiritual pressure of Qianqing's high-level Golden Elixir cultivation sweep across the four directions like a wave, while he held his breath and shrank aside.

Off the court, there is a young monk with a vermilion mark on his forehead, he is Bo Xichencheng, the eldest disciple of the Dongling Xianzong sect in Liaojizhou.

At this moment, his delicate face showed a serious expression.

Bo Xichencheng spoke to the monk beside him and said:

"Look at me Qianqing, do you really have a high-level golden core?"

The monk beside him was half a body shorter than Bo Xichencheng, sitting in a wheelchair, with a pale face and melancholy eyes.

Lou Feng Sui coughed and nodded: "The breath is quite stable, it should be a high-ranking Jindan monk."

"All the previous information about Wangwo Qianqing shows that he has only been promoted to Jindan not long ago, and he only has the early stage cultivation of Jindan."

"Yeah." Lou Feng smiled lightly and said:

"Zhengyang Xianzong really gave us a big surprise."

Bo Xichencheng narrowed his eyes and stared dangerously at the two monks on the dragon body.

Then she saw the silver dots on Qianqing's forehead shining brightly, the robes all over her body were agitated, and the spiritual energy covered her whole body.

He looked down at the Yanwu stage, and saw that the hundreds of gold-armored guards of my family were lined up neatly, standing at the far right of the Yanwu stage.

Qianqing reached out and touched the scales on the back of Fulong's neck, signaling it to move downstream so that Qianqing could land on the martial arts platform.

Fu Longlong's pupils were wide open, with bloodshot eyes around them.

"Roar!"

I don't know what made Fulong unhappy again, I only heard Fulong's low moan from his throat, it shook his head violently, and made a "pop".

The flat dragon ear precisely hit Qianqing's back of the hand.

The back of Qianqing's hand was red and swollen.

He pretended nothing had happened, and silently retracted his right hand, still maintaining the aggressive momentum just now.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly, and grabbed Lin Zichu's wrist backwards.

The young man in red and white robe turned over and jumped off Fulong's body.

Like two arrows of light falling to the ground, the falling force was so strong that it smashed the blue and white stone slabs of the Yanwu Platform into spider web-like marks.

High in the sky, Fulong raised his head to the sky and screamed, his body curled up, turning into a silver light, which penetrated into Qianqing's forehead.

The millions of monks in the audience saw this, and there was another commotion.

The divine beast Fulong advocates freedom and would rather die than surrender, which is well known.

This Fulong is willing to get into Qianqing's forehead, obviously he is extremely dependent on him and extremely intimate.

"It's unbelievable, I hope Qianqing can tame Fulong to such an extent!"

"The Immortal Lord Dongkun could never have done this!"

As soon as Qianqing and Lin Zichu stood firm, Lin Zichu jumped back again and again, retreating to the martial arts stage.

Although he has a marriage contract with Qianqing, he is not considered to be a member of our clan, and it is inconvenient for Lin Zichu to appear on such occasions.

On the martial arts stage, Qian Qing stood directly in front of the hundred golden armored guards.

Behind Qian Qing, the golden-armored monks were about the same size, all nine-foot tall and burly men.Their faces are solemn, exactly the same.

The golden-armored monks held spears in each hand and stood behind Qianqing, Yuan Tingyue standing upright, like a thousand troops.

Qian Qing's eyes quickly swept over each of the golden-armored monks, and then, seemingly casually, placed the battle flag of the Wangwo Zun clan in front of her.

He crossed his hands, pillowed the back of his neck, turned around and paced forward unhurriedly.

Hundreds of gold-armored guards followed Qianqing's pace and strode forward.

On the huge martial arts arena, only the clanging and iron hooves of the golden armored guards could be heard, which was solemn and magnificent.

When Qianqing walked to the center of the martial arts platform, the golden armored guards spread out neatly, and the distance between each monk was grasped on a precise scale.

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

Hundreds of guards in golden armor coincided with each other, and all danced with long spears in their hands.

call!call!

The spears in their hands each weighed a thousand pounds, and when they swung them, they made a sound like piercing the sky.

The golden gun danced faster and faster, gradually overlapping phantoms.

At first glance, it seems that hundreds of thousands have been added out of thin air.

The astonishing golden-armored guards behind him were in stark contrast to Qian Qing in front.

I saw Qianqing with her neck resting on her arms, strolling in the courtyard, as if walking in her own garden.

But the millions of monks present put most of their attention on him, without any contempt.

It's all because when Qian Qing entered the arena, she not only rode on the divine beast Fulong, but also showed the high-level aura of Jindan.

Everyone knows that Qianqing just achieved the golden elixir not long ago.

Everyone felt that he only had the cultivation base of the early stage of Jindan, and his strength was too low to compete for the first place in this martial arts competition.

But now, no one doubted Qianqing's strength.

"It's really terrible to look at me Qianqing."

"In just a few days, you can be promoted to a higher level."

"I'm afraid it's a quick solution provided by my nobleman."

"Now, Bo Xichencheng, Lou Fengsui, and Li Wudao don't have any advantage against Wang Qianqing!"

The golden spear dance of the golden armor guard is getting faster and faster.

There also seemed to be traces of gold in the air, and the surrounding temperature became significantly hotter.

Some monks had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

When the speed of the spear's dancing reaches a certain level, it is difficult for ordinary monks to catch and dazzles the eyes.

The hundred golden armored guards suddenly unanimously raised their spears and took a long breath at the same time.

The suction power of the golden armored guards was astonishing, like a long whale swallowing water, and the surrounding air became thinner visible to the naked eye.

The monks who got close only felt that their faces were sucked a little loose.

Then, a hundred guards in golden armor raised their heads and exhaled at the same time.

boom!

There was only a roar of thunder and thunder, and an astonishing heat rushed to his face.

Above the golden armored guards, there are monstrous flames, soaring upwards, overwhelming mountains and seas.

It's like a phoenix chick descending, and it's like a golden crow falling to the ground.

The nearby monks had to raise their arms to cover the glare of the light, and they seemed to be able to smell the smell of burnt hair from their mouths and noses.

The rising huge fireball rolled and twisted.

Suddenly, a ferocious giant tiger emerged from the fireball, roaring in the wind.

After a while, the giant tiger turned into a long dragon again, and the dragon sang majesticly.

The flames turned the top of the martial arts platform into a boiling lake.

The monks in the audience were shocked and said:

"So imposing!"

"These golden-armored monks must have cultivated in the stage of transforming gods, so they can't make such a big show."

While amazed, the flame that could light the night suddenly dimmed.

The giant tiger and the long dragon disappeared at the same time, and the martial arts hall returned to its original brightness.

In the next moment, the flames erupted again.

"—look at me!"

The two fierce and arrogant fonts turned into burning flames and appeared behind Qian Qing and in front of everyone.Qianqing raised her right hand and grabbed the battle flag of my family in front of her.

The wind is whistling, and the battle flag is dancing wildly against the wind.

There are eight large characters clearly engraved on the front and back of the flag.

"The respected family looks at me, and the world is only me."