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

Qian Qing rushed onto the stage like this and almost fell down, which was enough to attract people's attention.

Then he hugged Lin Zichu affectionately and called him "Big Brother" repeatedly, which made the monks in the audience couldn't help laughing.

"Looking at the little suzerain of my family, he is only in his twenties."

"It's still a milk doll!"

"Lin Zichu is his big brother again. I'm not ashamed to shout so badly."

Just now, Qian Qing's performance in the competition was outrageous and ruthless, not at all what a junior monk should look like.It wasn't until his outstanding performance at this moment that he was completely different from just now, and his strong dependence on Lin Zichu, that everyone reacted and pointed.

Zhengyang Immortal Sect, looking at my Zun Clan, the chief manager Gui Zao could not wait to jump up and curse: "Lin Zichu is a stinky boy! I don't know what kind of magic he has used to fascinate His Excellency so fascinated!"

On the stage, Lin Zichu was also extremely embarrassed.He was held tightly in Qianqing's arms, kissing his ears and neck back and forth.

No matter how tired he was, Lin Zichu insisted on holding his sword and standing upright, but now he was a little unsteady.

His legs were weak, and he hugged Qianqing's neck.Hearing Qianqing's lovable breathing in his ear, Lin Zichu had the thought of wanting to respond desperately and kiss him back.

But the roar of laughter from the crowd in the audience got louder and louder, Lin Zichu had no choice but to whisper in Qianqing's ear: "Ah Qing...don't be like this..."

Qianqing was trembling all over, his eyes were full of anger:

"Brother, I...I'm so annoyed. I told you to come down and stop beating. Not only did you not listen to me, but you also completely ignored my feelings. I will never forgive you..."

This series of words, Qian Qing spoke very quickly, as if she had been greatly wronged, her eyes turned red instantly.

Lin Zichu was startled and worried, upon hearing this, he didn't even hold the Kun Qiao sword in his hand, let go of it and put it in the scabbard, and grabbed Qian Qing's two hands tightly.

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, I didn't..."

Qianqing hummed softly, raised her arms, as if she wanted to shake off Lin Zichu's hand.

He could lift the mountain with both arms, but this time, he couldn't break free from Lin Zichu's palm.

Lin Zichu's face was as pale as paper, his brows were furrowed, he thought for a while, and said anxiously: "I was wrong, Ah Qing."

"Brother really intends to repent?"

"Of course! I swear, if I make Ah Qing sad again, I will shoot arrows through my body and die..."

All this is a long story, but in fact it is only a few turns around.

Everyone watched Qian Qing and Lin Zichu chattering in front of the crowd, each showing eye-opening expressions.

Under the stage, the immortals of Zhengyang Xianzong lined up.

When Immortal Baizang saw Lin Zichu raised his right hand and made a gesture of swearing, Immortal Baizang finally couldn't help it, and coughed lightly.

Pu Qingluo, Mumen Qi, and Ming were ordered to look at each other, nodded, and strode to the martial arts stage.The three of them stood apart, and surrounded Qian Lin and the two of them in a circle, blocking everyone's eyes.

The clever Daoist took the opportunity to invite Lin Zichu from Qianqing's side.

With a dust whisk, Daotong said in a long voice:

"Qing Zhengyang Immortal Sect wins the ring battle for the first time!"

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause erupted from where the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong were sitting. The sound waves were so overwhelming that they almost wanted to overturn the roof of the Martial Arts Hall.

"Wu, fight every step!"

"..."

Now, the monks of Kongliu Xianzong are very unhappy.

It's just that martial arts will be discussed with martial arts, and if you are not happy now, you will just work harder on the court later.

The Zhengyang Immortal Sect has been vacant for the position of Immortal Master all year round, and they are at the bottom of the four continents. It is no wonder that they are so excited after winning the game.

In the second arena battle, Dongling Xianzong will fight against Huotai Xianzong.

Bo Xichencheng, the chief disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect, was in an extremely unhappy mood today. He displayed a violent attack like a storm. Like Lin Zichu, Bo Xichencheng won five games in a row. Even Li Wudao of the Huotai Immortal Sect could not "Invite" Bo Xichencheng off the ring.

Among the four continents, Dongdao Liaojizhou is the most powerful.

When Bo Xichencheng won five people in a row and still stood on the stage imposingly, not in the slightest embarrassment like Lin Zichu, the million monks present silently sighed in their hearts that Liaojizhou's prosperity is not in vain.

After the battle in the arena, the victors Zhengyang Xianzong and Dongling Xianzong, a total of ten monks from the two sects, each had five red points added to the whiteboard sieve.

Since then, the martial arts competition has officially kicked off.

I saw the huge and boundless martial arts platform swaying out of thin air, and when I looked at it again, the martial arts platform was suddenly split into countless small square arenas.

In an instant, densely packed square arenas, like twinkling stars, spread all over the martial arts hall.

Some older monks began to explain to the younger brother.

"There are too many monks participating in the martial arts competition, and almost every monk has to compete in more than a thousand battles. If there is only one competition arena, I don't know how long the martial arts competition will last."

"That's why each continent divides the arenas into eight major arenas of 'Heaven, Earth, and Universe'. Under each big arena, there are [-] smaller arenas."

While discussing, a pair of horizontal bars appeared on the eight thousand small squares at the same time.

The horizontal strip is about five feet long, and the whole body is pure red. The left and right sides are engraved with the totems of the Immortal Sect belonging to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"It's about to start!" A young monk clenched his fists and stood up from his seat, his blood boiling.

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a long beep of "嗡——".

The big brass bell rings without knocking.

The sound is far and ethereal, and the majesty and majesty show the spirit of the fairy family.

On the eight thousand horizontal bars, one center is the axis, and the left and right are symmetrical, and the names of the two fighting monks emerge.

In an instant, there were [-] monks, and their complexions changed slightly.

They looked up at the same time, and in an instant they found the horizontal stripe with their names written on it.

It turned out that the name of the monk written in thick ink appeared out of thin air on the horizontal bar, corresponding to the spiritual consciousness of each monk.When the name falls on the horizontal bar, the corresponding monk will respond.

Zhengwuzhou.

Zhengyang Xianzong, under the seat of Shu Zhongxianjun.

There is a disciple, dressed in a blue robe, who looks gentle and refined.

"Master, I'm going."

It is Boluo, the most beloved young disciple under the imperial court of Immortal Shu Zhong.

This little disciple is quite young, only 19 years old this year.

He was under Immortal Shu Zhong's subordinates since he was a child, and because of his naughty temper, he was strictly controlled. From time to time, his master would use bamboo boards to slap his palms and head.

Immortal Shu Zhong looked at his disciple and narrowed his eyes.

"The pockets are down to the feet."

Hearing this, Bo Luo hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Stinky boy, I need to be reminded by Master, are you looking for a beating?"

Boluo smiled, fastened his pockets, swayed, and jumped onto the martial arts platform below in a blink of an eye.

"If Bo Luo loses the game, it won't be too late!"

In the end of suffering, the captain of the first team is under the seat.

A handsome young man in a black suit with a mustache stood up from his seat.

"It's a great blessing to be able to fight Yuchanzi from Quanzhenguan so soon!"

This heroic young man is naturally Wen Renshao who returned safely from the frozen forest wasteland.

Ever since he came back from the frozen forest wasteland, Wen Renshao can be said to be proud of himself.

Not only did he reject Xu Xiyin's marriage, but he also got the approval of his master, allowing Wen Renshao to choose someone he likes to spend the rest of his life with.

Wen Renshao has a cheerful personality and is very popular in the sect.

Seeing him get up, the brothers shouted like booing.

"Brother Wenren! Kill that bug Yu Chanzi to death!"

"If you lose, don't come back!"

"Hurry up and come back, don't make Senior Brother Xu anxious!"

Wen Renshao laughed loudly and said, "It's easy to say, easy to say."

Standing next to Wen Renshao was an elegant young man with a rather indifferent appearance, Xu Wangwen frowned slightly when he heard his senior brothers making fun of them, and said in a low voice: "...nonsense."

"What's the matter?" Wen Renshao didn't care much, raised Xu Wangwen's hand, looked at him, and then kissed him lightly on his finger. "...Don't worry, I will definitely defeat Yuchanzi and snatch the 'Lianxin Lock' from him."

In the foreign frozen forest wasteland, Wen Renshao was accidentally infected with the poison of "walking corpses".In order to save Wen Renshao's life, Xu Wangwen endured the pain of gouging out his heart, and replaced his own heart into Wen Renshao's body, and Wen Renshao's heart infected with corpse poison was put into his own body.

Since then, Xu Wangwen has endured the unbearable suffering of ordinary people day and night.Only Wen Renshao's body fluids can relieve the pain a little.

There is no cure for the corpse poison, and since then, Xu Wangwen has been a useless person, and he still needs to rely on Wen Renshao for survival, let alone the progress of his cultivation.

However, all things complement each other, and there is no cure for corpse poison, but it does not mean that Xu Wangwen's symptoms cannot be relieved.

Rumor has it that there is a fetish named "Lianxinsuo".

Those are two round bracelets with heart lock patterns engraved on them.

Taoist couples who truly love each other, wear two bracelets on their hands respectively, and they will be able to communicate with each other with their hearts, and the two hearts will blend together.If one person is fatally attacked, the other will also die with a ruptured heart.

Even if the two bodies are separated, the hearts are not separated.

In other words, if Wen Renshao and Xu Wangwen wear the heart-linked bracelet at the same time, then Xu Wangwen and Wen Renshao can share a heart.

At that time, although the two of them died together, they didn't have to endure the pain of illness day and night.

but……

But this heart lock is a treasure handed down from Yuchanzi's family, and he knew that Yuchanzi would not give the treasure to Wen Renshao so easily.

Just three words, who knows how much life and death struggle is contained in it?

Xu Wangwen looked at Wen Renshao's firm eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

"...Who wants a heart lock." Xu Wangwen suddenly withdrew his fingers, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back.

"Okay, okay, I know." Wen Renshao looked at Xu Wangwen and winked at him slyly: "You don't want to lock your heart, you just want my bodily fluids, hahaha!"

"You..." Xu Wangwen was ashamed and angry, his neck slowly turned red.

"Don't worry, when I come back, I'll let you drink enough and kiss enough."

"..."

On the other side, a tall, thin black-robed monk came out from the corner.

Seeing this, Wen Renshao raised his hand and waved, saying:

"Senior Xizhilang, you want to go on stage too? Let's go together!"

Zhengwuzhou, Zhengyang Xianzong.

Qianqing put her hands on her knees and stood up from her seat.

He said to Lin Zichu who was sitting beside him:

"Brother, you rest first, I will go back as soon as I go."

Lin Zichu nodded and said, "Be careful."

"it is good."

The order of the [-] monks competing in the eight competitions of heaven, earth, Xuan, Huang, Yu, Zhou, Hong, and Huang was extremely fair.

For example, monks like Lin Zichu who have just experienced fierce fighting can then rest for about five fights.

Those like Qian Qing who were famous in the ring but didn't take part in the fight, as expected, were called up in the first match.

Lin Zichu trusted Qianqing as if he trusted himself.

Unhurriedly, he allocated half of his consciousness and threw it into the "Heaven" battlefield where Qianqing was.

The other half of the mind is concentrated on meditating to recover, quickly replenishing the spiritual power in the body.

Not long after Qianqing left her seat, a divine sense came from behind.

"At the beginning of Lin Zi."

Hearing this voice, Lin Zichu suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Not far away, Gui Zao, the supervisor of Wang I Zun clan, looked at Lin Zichu with displeasure in his eyes.

Lin Zichu replied via sound transmission respectfully:

"It's the manager, it's been a long time."

"Hmph," Gui Zao snorted, and said, "My lord is still young, and you have spoiled him. He was on the martial arts stage just now, what did you lead him to call you?"

At the first day of Linzi's junior high school, he was at a loss for words:

"I……"

"I don't understand the rules!" Gui Zao said: "The lord has such a great status, how can you be so nonsense. What kind of place do you think you look at my family?!"

This accusation is not justified.

But Lin Zichu lowered his eyes, without any sign of contradicting.

After a long time, Lin Zichu said via voice transmission:

"...Zi Chu knew he was wrong."