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

Lou Feng's white skirt was immediately stained red with blood.

When he fell down, Lin Zichu subconsciously reached out to help him.At this moment, a red figure rushed out from under the martial arts viewing platform, his body flickered, and quickly moved to Lou Fengsui's side.

The monk in red rushed to the front of Lin Zichu, clasped his hands lightly, and hugged Lou Fengsui in his arms.

He was full of anger and exquisite appearance, staring at Lin Zichu, said:

"You little thief, I really don't know what tricks you used to defeat Lou Fengsui by such a fluke."

This person is none other than Bo Xichencheng, a disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect in Liaojizhou.

When monks compete in martial arts, according to common sense, others are not allowed to perform on the stage.

It was only because the battle between Lin Zichu and Lou Fengsui had already been decided at this moment, so no one stopped Bo Xichencheng.

Lin Zichu has an indifferent temperament and doesn't like to argue with others.

Hearing Bo Xichencheng's scolding, he didn't argue, and took away the blood-stained chessboard.

He also advised:

"Trouble senior brother, please take Lou senior brother off the stage to heal my injuries."

"You don't need to be hypocritical!" Bo Xichencheng was really angry, he was about to step off the stage with Lou Feng in his arms, but when he heard Lin Zichu's order, he turned around and cursed again.

This time, even though Lin Zichu was still patient, Qianqing in the audience could no longer sit still.

I saw Qianqing standing up against the table, pinching the sound amplification formula, and yelling loudly:

"Bo Xichencheng! Big brother let you do this in order not to hurt the peace of the two sects. Do you think that we are afraid of you?"

The voice of Jindan cultivator was much louder than that of ordinary people, Qianqing pinched the sound amplification formula again, and the whole martial arts hall was filled with his voice for a while, it was like Jiao Lei passing by, blasting people's eardrums.

Qianqing was emotional, and in a rage, she directly called out the nickname "big brother". Some monks couldn't help being stunned, and after thinking about it, they realized who Qianqing was referring to as "big brother".

They all started talking in low voices, what is the relationship between Qianqing and Lin Zichu.

Bo Xichencheng only felt that the wind in his arms became weaker and weaker with his breath.

Lou Fengsui was weak and sick before he became an immortal, and it is said that it was caused by overthinking.

Over the years, she has been carefully cared for by Xianjun Beilin, and even the number of times she plays chess is firmly controlled.

After finally raising his body a little bit, he was so severely injured.This time, the depression accumulated in Lou Feng Sui's heart, I don't know how long it will take to get rid of it.

Bo Xichencheng was worried and anxious, and had no time to argue.

I saw him holding Lou Feng Suiheng in his arms with both hands, jumped off the martial arts platform in a few steps, and walked towards the eagerly awaited Beilin Xianjun.

During the process, Bo Xichencheng turned his head, looked at Qianqing, and said viciously:

"Don't let Gu meet you on the martial arts stage. Otherwise... I will fight you to the death!"

Qianqing's eyes were fierce, and the moment Bo Xichencheng spoke, she was about to rush towards him.

The monks in Zhengwuzhou were brave and aggressive, and Bo Xichencheng could bear it, saying that he wanted to win or lose on the martial arts stage, but Qian Qing couldn't bear it anymore, and actually wanted to compete with Bo Xichencheng on the spot.

Fortunately, the Zhengyang Immortal Sect monk who was sitting next to Qianqing had already expected that Qianqing would rush up.

As soon as Qian Qing made a movement, a circle of monks sitting beside Qian Qing started their hands together, this one grabbed Qian Qing's wrist, and the other grabbed Qian Qing's robe.

"Senior Brother Qianqing, you must not get angry with this kind of person!"

"Zhengyang Immortal Sect is the host of this Martial Arts Show, and the senior brother represents the face of the sect, so don't be rude to the guests."

Mumen Qi even said: "It's more important to watch Senior Brother Zichu fight with others!"

In Xianmen, seniority is not divided by age, even though Mumen Qi came to Zhengyang Immortal Sect earlier than Lin Zichu, they are still called Lin Zichu senior brother now.

He and Qian Lin have known each other for a long time, and he knows that the two have a deep relationship. When these words came out, Qian Qing, who was almost furious, had the idea of ​​patience.

Qian Qing shook her arm, motioning for everyone to let him go, and said softly, "I'll deal with you when I'm on the stage later."

What happened just now caused some commotion in the Martial Arts Hall, but it was not considered a major event.

The purpose of the Martial Arts Festival itself is to learn from martial arts and discuss friends with martial arts, but a group of young people who are full of vigor gather together and compete for each other, so there is no reason not to fight.

This level of noise was expected, and it did not affect the ensuing competition at all.

Soon, it was the turn of the second monk of Kongliu Xianzong to play.

The monk's name is Jiang You. He is well-proportioned, tall, and has a raised nose.

As soon as Fang came to the stage, he showed a disgusted expression and said:

"Friend Lin, in this competition, I will not compete with you."

Lin Zichu was slightly taken aback.

He also knew that the competition between Lou Feng and his senior brother just now was a bit invincible, he felt ashamed and didn't want to say more.

As soon as Lou Feng conceded defeat, he took the chessboard back.

I don't know what Jiang You said.

"I never thought of competing with fellow daoists."

"Since that's the case, why don't fellow daoists get up when you see me on stage?"

Only then did Lin Zichu realize that he was still sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Just now he fought with Lou Feng, tried his best, and after winning Lou Feng, he relaxed all over, and he didn't know where he was.

It wasn't until Jiang You reminded him that he suddenly realized.

Lin Zichu propped his knees and stood up from the ground.

When he stood up, a majestic chill naturally gushed out from the palms of both hands.

Intense spiritual power, as if alive, protected Lin Zichu's body and bulged his robe slightly.

This astonishing chill cannot be exerted by non-cold dragon crouching snow body monks.

Jiang You took a step back subconsciously, with fear in his eyes.

Like Lin Zichu, he built a road of ice and snow.

As a monk in the Ice and Snow Path, the cold dragon lying on the snow is the best, Jiang You dare not have the slightest thought of belittling Lin Zichu.

"Let's ask fellow Taoist to enlighten me."

Lin Zichu bowed slightly, his eyes surged with fighting intent.

Then he rushed forward and confronted brazenly.

Jiang You shouted loudly, drew out the fairy sword behind himself, and rushed towards Lin Zichu.

……

On the stage of martial arts, the blue and white stone slabs are full of mottled marks that have condensed into ice.

Lin Zichu's robes were neat and tidy, and he looked calm and breezy.

And standing opposite him, the tall monk who kept dodging, looked a little embarrassed.

He was out of breath, and several parts of his robe were hit by ice, and after being forcibly melted with spiritual power, his clothes were a little wet.

"hateful……"

Jiang You was physically exhausted, and it was difficult to move, but he couldn't stop.

Seeing that Lin Zichu, who was standing straight in the center, raised his right hand, rubbing his thumb and index finger lightly.

Jiang You's pupils shrank suddenly, and he thought, "No, Lin Zichu will use that trick again!"

I saw a transparent ice layer as thin as a cicada's wing slowly forming between Lin Zichu's two fingers.

The cold dragon crouching snow body cultivator is too strong, to the point of turning objects out of thin air and rubbing out thin ice.

After a while, a lifelike five-petal peach blossom-shaped thin ice appeared on Lin Zichu's fingertips.

"go."

Lin Zichu scolded lightly, the petals on the thin ice were trembling, and soon separated from Lin Zichu's fingertips, flying from five directions respectively.

Jiang You's expression changed drastically, and he fled in a hurry.

However, no matter how fast he moved, he would still be overtaken by these five petals.

The petals, as thin as cicada's wings, pierced Jiang You's body respectively.

The ability to endure pain is as strong as a monk, and he couldn't help screaming.

Jiang You only felt that something extremely cold, extremely cloudy, and extremely cold penetrated into the crevices of his bones, and that unbearable pain tormented Jiang You.

At first, Jiang You was able to grit his teeth and try to avoid.

However, the longer the time dragged on, the colder the thin ice pierced into the bone marrow, and he felt that his body was about to freeze.

It hurts so much, there is nothing I can do.

He raised his right hand, slapped his sore left shoulder violently, and cast the technique of freezing.

It is somewhat intriguing that the "freezing technique" for Jiang You is the "thawing technique" for the ice piercing into the bones.

The coldness of the ice condensed by the cold dragon crouching snow body monk is beyond the reach of any ice and snow monk.

Jiang You could only cast spells to relieve the pain in his body as much as possible.

Even though Jiang You tried his best to delay, the monks in the audience could see that he was definitely not Lin Zichu's opponent.

Because Lin Zichu didn't make any moves at all on the stage, and the method he used was nothing more than the most basic method of condensing water into ice, so he turned Jiang You around.

"Lin Zichu is young, but has rich combat experience."

"Use the least consumption of spiritual power in exchange for the greatest damage to the opponent."

"After half a stick of incense, Jiang You may not be able to hold on."

"what……"

At this moment, all the monks in the audience gave a low shout.

On the stage, Jiang You knelt on the ground with one knee, screamed in pain, and tremblingly said: "I... I admit defeat, Lin Daoist, please remove the thin ice from my body. But... it hurts me to death."

"Are you admitting defeat so quickly?"

"It's still a bit difficult for the ice and snow monks to fight against the cold dragon lying on the snow body..."

Lin Zichu's breath suddenly descended, he took three steps into two, stepped forward, helped Jiang You up from the ground, and said in his mouth, "I'm sorry..."

Jiang You groaned, grabbed Lin Zichu's lapel tightly, and said, "It hurts, it hurts."

Lin Zichu said "I'm sorry" again, and then covered Jiang You's wound with his hands, and saw the mist rising from the gaps between Jiang You's bones, and soon, the expression on Jiang You's face eased a lot.

After Jiang You limped off the stage, a bearded monk with high cheekbones came up.

He said gruffly:

"Lin Zichu, let me come and learn your brilliant tricks instead!"

"Don't dare, please enlighten me."

……

"Li Zhi would like to ask fellow Taoist Lin Zichu to give you some advice."

"How dare you."

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Lin Zichu was short of breath, and under his white clothes, the boy's body couldn't help shaking.

Lin Zichu was exhausted to the extreme after battling three Jindan stage monks in succession. In addition, he had worked so hard to play chess with Lou Feng before, now Lin Zichu had almost reached his physical and mental limits.

Although Lin Zichu tried his best to save his spiritual energy, in the fierce battle, the spiritual energy still overflowed like a flood, and he couldn't control it at all.

At this moment, both Lin Zichu and Li Zhi had reached the point where their oil was exhausted, and they could not get any spiritual energy, and even started to fight hand to hand.

The close-to-body technique is more common among low-level monks, that is because they are not cultivated enough and have less aura accumulation.After all, there are only a small number of people like Wuping Xianjun who have transformed body skills into fairy body skills.

This is exactly the case, everyone clearly knows that both Lin Zichu and Li Zhi have reached their limit.

In a short while, the winner will be determined.

"If Lin Zichu wins this time, he will defeat the four monks including Lou Fengsui in a row."

"Even Lou Fengsui only won three games in a row. It's unimaginable for Lin Zichu to be able to do this at such a young age."

"I don't think so, his body is not as strong as Li Zhi. In this fight, Li Zhi must win."

"Although Lin Zichu defeated Jiang You and Manran, who have been famous for a long time, and was entangled with Li Zhi when his body was not in a state of complete victory, I admire the current situation. But, it should stop here! "

Just as he was talking, on the stage, Lin Zichu exerted all his strength and pressed Li Zhi to the ground.

At the same time, his fists hit Li Zhi's vital parts hard like raindrops.

"Li Zhi! What are you doing! Throw this kid over!"

"Brother Zichu, come on!"

Under the stage, Qianqing's heart was tense, and Lin Zichu in the stands was fighting with others, Qianqing felt even more nervous than when he was fighting with others, his heart was in his throat, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Enraged by Lin Zichu's beating, Li Zhi roared and suddenly raised his leg, kicking Lin Zichu aside.

Lin Zichu let out a muffled snort, because he was too tired, unexpectedly he didn't dodge, and fell hard on the ground.

Qianqing's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he raised his head, and shouted to the stage: "Brother! Give up! Let me play next!"

Even if Lin Zichu lost this competition, Qianqing is confident that Zhengyang Xianzong can win.

Having said that, isn't the reason why Qianqing was used as the finale to make him turn defeat into victory when Xianzong was at a disadvantage in the competition?

If Lin Zichu wins this match, then Zhengyang Xianzong and Kongliu Xianzong will be a draw.

Who would have thought that Lin Zichu would be so strong that he abruptly brought back the result of the competition, which was greatly behind, to a close tie, so that Qian Qing had no chance to play.

On the stage, Li Zhi was ecstatic when he saw Lin Zichu being kicked to the ground by him.

He was a little unwilling.

When Li Zhi played, Lin Zichu had already defeated the two monks Kongliu Xianzong Jiangyou and Manran, and consumed more than half of his spiritual power.

Obviously Li Zhi has the upper hand, but now the two are barely tied. Even if Li Zhi wins the competition, he is still very unwilling.

In a very short period of time, such thoughts flashed across Li Zhi's mind.

But he quickly regained his sanity, no matter what, let's win this game first!

Li Zhi seized the opportunity and rushed forward to fight.

His eyes widened in excitement.

At this moment, Lin Zichu who fell to the ground suddenly raised his right hand.

He put his palms together, facing Li Zhi, and made a "push" movement.

Lin Zichu looked ruthless, with desperate eyes, and gave a loud shout.

A powerful breath condensed in Lin Zichu's palm.

The word "not good" instantly appeared in Li Zhi's mind. He seemed to have forgotten that the recovery ability of the monks with the cold dragon's crouching snow body is much faster than that of ordinary monks.

Thinking of this, the hairs on Li Zhi's back stood up all at once, and the spiritual energy quickly condensed from Lin Zichu's palm, and the blue light flourished.

For a moment, the strong premonition of life and death made Li Zhi sweat profusely, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "I give up! I give up! I give up!"

Almost at the moment when Li Zhi opened his mouth, the light gathered in Lin Zichu's palm suddenly dissipated.

And Li Zhi was moved outside by the enchantment.

Lin Zichu was exhausted, lying on his back on the blue and white stone slab, holding two spirit stones in each hand, desperately absorbing the spirit energy.

Li Zhi, who was standing outside the boundary, looked dull and astonished.

It wasn't until this moment that Li Zhi thought that Lin Zichu was really at the end of his battle, and the spiritual power gathered in his body might not be as much as his own.

The spiritual power that erupted from Lin Zichu's palm just now was probably only forcibly exposed to scare Li Zhi.

Even if Li Zhi did not admit defeat, Lin Zichu would not be able to perform a fatal blow at all.

"... Lin Zichu!"

"You... how dare you lie to me!!"

Li Zhi jumped into a rage and cursed loudly.

Zhengyang Immortal Zongzuo was in line, but Qianqing was uncharacteristically not scolding Li Zhi.

In fact, he couldn't hear what Li Zhi said at all.

There was only one person left in Qianqing's eyes.

He stood up, clung to the barrier on the martial arts platform, slapped it repeatedly, and shouted:

"Brother! Come down, you won, it's my turn to play!"

On the stage, Lin Zichu was short of breath, and crushed the spirit stone into powder to speed up the absorption.

He turned his head and looked at Qian Qing who was not far away, then suddenly frowned and laughed.

"Ah Ching..."

Qian Qing was stunned, and stood there in a daze, looking at Lin Zichu.

"Wait for me a little longer. Don't worry...it won't take long."