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

There is a huge difference in strength between Huang He and Qian Qing, it is not a problem for Qian Qing to defeat Huang He, it is just a matter of time.

On the martial arts arena, life and death can be decided in an instant.

However, Qianqing was not in a hurry, and she looked confident, her fighting style was not at all like the aggressive and aggressive one she had in the opening ceremony just now, but instead seemed a little leisurely.

He is not in a hurry, and he is very measured in his actions, and his every move will not cause serious injuries.

Not long after the opening, the experienced monks saw the clues.

"I hope Qianqing's strength is much higher than Huang He's. He is clearly capable of quick battles, but he doesn't use ruthless tactics. It seems that he wants to slowly make his opponent look ugly."

"Does he have a grudge against Huang He?"

She saw Qianqing holding a palm-sized black-haired spider in her hand, its dark eyes were very scary, but it looked extraordinarily well-behaved in the palm of its owner.

Qian Qing didn't say anything, it just opened its mouth and spit silk at what it pointed at, attacking without hesitation.Those silver threads are extremely viscous, and castration is urgent.

Sticking to Huang He's body, Ah Mao raised his powerful jaw upwards, and with a "stab", he tore the opponent's clothes out of the cracks.

Huang He's Taoist robe soon became incomplete, and the upper part of his body exposed the young man's lean chest.

He was furious, swearing and resisting with all his strength.

It's a pity that the rhythm of the battle was completely affected by Qianqing, even if Huang He broke out in a frenzy and tried to get out of the current predicament for a short time, he still couldn't do it.

"Wish me a thousand sunshine!"

Huang He roared angrily: "Why humiliate me like this! Have the guts to come here and fight to the death!"

Qian Qing smiled slightly when she heard the words, and she was relentless. The spider silk spit out by Ah Mao stuck to Huang He's shoulders, neck, and arms like a series of shells.

He pulled hard, and the yellow crane fell forward uncontrollably, almost kneeling on the ground and making a fool of himself.

"you……!"

Qian Qing said: "Look clearly, is it your turn to speak now? I can do whatever I want, if I want to humiliate you, what can you do?"

Huang He stood up, his eyes bloodshot.

"As everyone knows, I, Qian Qing, have been living outside since I was a child. I have not been educated by the sect, and I have a bad temper. I hold grudges very much, and I am not open-minded." Qian Qing looked at Huang He's hateful eyes, as if she hadn't seen it: "People who bully me Friends, it's like insulting me. Others look down on the monks in Zhengwuzhou, and they look down on me."

"You look down on me, there is nothing I can do. Just as I humiliate you, there is nothing you can do."

At this moment, the clothes on Huang He's upper body were ripped into strips, and the straw hat on his head fell to one side, his hair was disheveled and he was in a mess.

The Zhengwuzhou monks in the audience applauded repeatedly.

The monks of Dongling Xianzong burst into flames, and couldn't stop yelling.

"The barbaric monks in Zhengwuzhou are so arrogant!!"

Immortal Bi Xuying's eyes were cold, and when Qianqing said "I have never been educated by the sect", and deliberately separated what I did from the sect, so as not to be caught in the future, Immortal Bi Xuying squinted his eyes , Said negatively: "You are smart."

Since the beginning of the competition, Huang He has been firmly suppressed. It was not until Qian Qing spoke that he found the opportunity to reach out and take out the golden lock under his collar.

But it is said that Yellow Crane and Qianqing are the same, they both practice the way of controlling beasts.He is good at manipulating cranes, not good at fist fights, and is more suitable for long-distance and large-scale attacks.

This is the case for most of the monks who practice the way of beasts, and there are only a handful of monks like Qianqing who are good at melee attacks.

Huang He seemed to have to rely on the golden lock in his neck to control the group of cranes. When he finally took out the golden lock, he was obviously relieved.

Seeing that the yellow crane poured a lot of spiritual power into the golden lock, a white light suddenly appeared.

His body was bruised and purple, with scars, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Huang He cursed secretly in his heart, and immediately used the strongest method.

There was only a loud noise, and the clouds and mist billowed.

There are more than a hundred cranes appearing on the stage of martial arts.

"Huh?" Qianqing looked at the cranes and said with a smile, "Good time!"

"Look at me Qianqing!" Huang He finally regained his life, surrounded by many cranes and protected behind him, before he had a chance to scold him: "Even if you lose your life today, I will definitely not let you continue to be so flamboyant!"

Qianqing snorted coldly and stopped.

It must be known that a monk like the yellow crane who manipulates the flock of cranes is good at fighting at a distance and at high places. Qianqing should break the connection between the beast and the flock of monks when the flock of cranes first appeared, and try to shorten the distance between the two.

Someone yelled:

"Senior brother Qianqing, quickly knock the yellow crane off the crane."

"Senior Brother Qianqing, don't let Huang He distance himself!"

They were all afraid that the Yellow Crane could turn the tide of battle with one night's strength.

Who knows that Qianqing turned a deaf ear to it, just waited quietly for the yellow crane to be carried into the air by the crane, and nodded in praise: "What a wonderful crane."

"..."

As a disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect, the beast that Yellow Crane guards is naturally extraordinary, but this doesn't seem to be what should be praised by his opponents.

Yellow Crane let out a disdainful voice from its nasal cavity, directed the group of cranes with its right hand, waved forward, and said, "Go!"

The beaks of these cranes are as hard as iron, comparable to treasures.

Hundreds of cranes flew in unison, with great momentum, and the tip of their beaks emitted a chilling light.

Qianqing's eyes were sharp, she carefully observed the attacking crane, and did not try her best to dodge.

Some cranes opened their mouths to peck and bite, and he turned slightly to avoid it.

More and more cranes were pecking and biting with great force. If a monk was pecked, he would be smashed into a sieve in an instant.

However, Qianqing didn't panic, didn't retreat at all to distance herself, and stood straight in the middle of the crane group, as if she wanted to treat herself as a huge sieve.

The more anxious the cranes were pecking, the more difficult it was for him to dodge, his figure almost turned into a phantom.

"Will I, Qianqing, go crazy?"

"What is he going to do?"

Huang He, who was originally looking relaxed, was sitting on the crane not far away, but at this moment, he just showed the most solemn expression since he came to the stage.

"you……"

"What a beast!" Qian Qing swayed, dodging left and right.Suddenly he raised his right hand, and with a slow movement, he gently squeezed a certain point!

Qianqing blocked the beak of a huge crane with two fingers.

The crane's eyes were quite frightened, and it quickly flapped its wings, wanting to back away.

Amao excitedly jumped back and forth on top of Qianqing's head, moved her octopus, followed the master's arm, quickly climbed to the top of the crane, and jumped back and forth.

The crane struggled more violently, twisting its head desperately.

However, Qianqing's palm was like an iron hoop, tightly clasping the crane, making it unable to move.

Qian Qing smiled and said, "I'm short of such a group of cranes!"

Having said that, Qianqing pushed her right hand hard, her body hung upside down, and she sat lightly on the crane's neck.

The crane's neck is slender and curved, making it extremely difficult to control.Coupled with the crane struggling and twisting, it is even more difficult to control its figure.

"Hey, don't be afraid."

Qianqing dodged the attacks of other cranes, comforted the mount under her, and then had a thought.

On the martial arts arena, there was a sudden violent fluctuation of spiritual power.

I saw a hot red light flashing.

Among the group of hundreds of cranes, two different cranes suddenly appeared.

Cranes chirped and stretched their wings.

It shows the spirit of the fairy family.

These two cranes are unique and completely different from the cranes next to them.Not only is his temperament even more arrogant, but his spiritual power is also exceptionally special, carrying the long-lasting and powerful aura of the same life of heaven and earth.

Immortal Beast - Que Yan!

According to the legend, the most flaming fairy beast with the same name as Fulong, but Yan Ercrane, like two flowers blooming, growing one branch together, inseparable from life to life.

The cranes that were chasing Qianqing and attacking fiercely, stopped attacking when they saw the two cranes, Queyan.

Over a hundred pairs of crane eyes stared at Queyan Crane as brightly as black beans.

Huang He thumped in his heart, and suddenly had a "bad" thought.

as predicted.

"I have long wanted to find a group of cranes to play with the two of them, but ordinary cranes are terribly afraid of Yan Yan. It took no effort to find them today."

Hearing Qian Qingchou's shameless words, Huang He became very anxious, holding the golden lock with his right hand, desperately instilling spiritual power.

"You are delusional!"

The space around Jinsuo twisted and echoed with a "buzzing" sound, as if calling and manipulating the herd.

Among the cranes, there was a beast showing a restless expression, and a struggling expression appeared in its agile pupils.

Few beasts can show such human-like eyes.

Qian Qing gave a soft "Huh", squeezed her right hand, and snapped her fingers towards the ear of the crane below her.

The crane's whole body shook, and the originally erect feathers smoothed down instantly.

Qianqing leaned forward and said something to Xianhe.

The crane shook its feathers, walked a few steps on tiptoe, and was no longer as manic as before.

What was shocking was that the crane seemed to be listening carefully to Qian Qing's words.

It is rumored that there are monks in my clan who can communicate with wild beasts. From this point of view, it turns out to be true!

Huang He yelled in his heart that it was not good, the golden lock in his hand buzzed more urgently.

The crane chirped, and the chirping sound was clear and crisp.

But not far away, Queyan Erhe, in elegant form, walked towards Qianqing.

The two cranes were more than twice the size of the crane under Qianqing's crotch. When they came, the crane under Qianqing lowered its head and trembled.

But Yan Erhe acted as if he hadn't seen him, and moved to Qianqing's side, stroking Simo Qianqing's cheek with his slender neck.

Qianqing was dressed in a battle robe like fire, she turned over with her arms outstretched and jumped onto Queyan's crane.

The two cranes spread their wings and fly high!

Countless cranes could be heard chirping in sympathy, hundreds of cranes were not driven by the yellow crane, they followed Queyan's two cranes, circling and flying.

Huang He's face suddenly changed color, and his expression was extremely ugly.

"you……"

He gritted his teeth bitterly, and was about to call the cranes back.

Suddenly, the body swayed, and the crane that was under Huang He couldn't control it, struggling to fly with Queyan's two cranes.

Huang He panicked and shouted, "Baby Crane! You too..."

Before the words were finished, Huang He fell heavily from the air.

On the Martial Arts Stage, the audience monks who were watching the martial arts field with the word "Heaven" burst into laughter after a moment of silence.

"Hahaha, it's so funny, I've never seen a beast pet of a cultivator of beasts being instigated by the enemy."

"Yellow Crane is a famous monk who drives cranes. Why is he so unlucky this time, and the ship is completely overturned."

"I hope Qianqing is stronger than Li Wudao. Except for Bo Xichencheng and Lou Fengsui, there are very few monks with the same cultivation level who want to suppress him."

"Yellow Crane made a big fool of himself this time..."

"Tangling Immortal Sect, that's all!"

On the side, Immortal Bi Xuying's face was livid and his body was stiff.

He snorted, and left from the martial field with the word "Tian" without looking back.

On the stage, the yellow crane that fell on the blue and white stone slab was stunned, looking around in a daze.

Seeing Bi Xuying's back without looking back, he murmured:

"Master..."

Huang He knew that he had lost face to the sect this time, so he couldn't say the word "surrender" no matter what.

Qian Qing didn't urge her, she landed slowly on the Queyan Erhe and stood in front of the Yellow Crane.

"Do you know why you lost?"

"..."

Huang He was disheartened, lying on the ground, looking up at Qianqing.

"The Immortal Sect of Dongling in Liaojizhou is very proud of itself, and is the number one in arrogance. You have been arrogant for too long."

After hearing this, the monks watching from the audience "boomed", and heated discussions erupted.

"Look at my kid, if you say others are arrogant, you are the most arrogant."

"He actually dared to challenge Dongling Xianzong like this..."

Qianqing's eyes were like lightning, and she quickly scanned the surrounding monks.

For some reason, the monk who was discussing on the side suddenly felt a choke in his throat and could no longer speak.

"Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you."

"..."

"I want everyone who looks down on Zhengwuzhou to regret what they said."

As soon as the words fell, the giant crane under Qianqing suddenly spread its wings and croaked, as if responding to its master, it opened its mouth to spew out terrifying and monstrous flames.

The fire was so intense that it almost covered the entire martial arts platform, until the barrier around the martial arts platform protruded and shrank like tentacles.

Among the flames, there was only one standing figure.

The figure stood upright against the light, with a straight back.

A head of black hair danced wildly.

The glare of the flames came down, illuminating the halos, making the figure really look like a god or Buddha, holding the sky with one hand, calling the wind and calling the rain, omnipotent!

Someone exclaimed:

"... Incredible!"

"Look at my little lord, is he really crazy?!"

"The strength of Zhengwuzhou has been at the bottom of the four continents for many years, and there are too many people who are unwilling. I hope that Qianqing is one of the best monks. He is young, high-minded, and dare to speak and do. He will definitely lead the monks in Zhengwuzhou , revive."

"..."

There is no need to mention the result of the competition.

All the celestial beasts were instigated, and Huang He, who had lost the ability to fight, was obviously mentally traumatized.

In the following competition, he no longer had any shining places, just like a defeated city tower, without the power of a single blow, it suddenly fell down.

Under the influence of the surrounding barriers, although Huang He did not admit defeat, he was moved outside the martial arts stage by Da Neng's teleportation technique.

Qian Qing stood on the martial arts stage, looked at Huang He, and hesitated to speak.

"Wish me a thousand sunshines."

Huang He raised his head, stared at him viciously, and said with a miserable smile: "Hello, hello!"

After finishing speaking, Huang He got up abruptly and slammed into a blue and white stone slab on the Yanwu Platform.

Qianqing was shocked.

When Huang He called his name, he rushed off the stage.

At this moment, he was even more anxious to block the yellow crane.

Mortals will rarely be killed when they hit a wall.

However, monks are different.

Once they make up their minds to seek death, any method can kill themselves.

Although Qian Qing is making trouble with him, she never wants Huang He's life.

Because Huang He's move was so sudden, most of the monks didn't react.

Just as he was about to splatter the spot with blood, a black figure flashed past quickly, with his arms outstretched, blocking Huang He's charge.

The strength of this collision cannot be underestimated, the monk who came to the rescue groaned, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth when he was hit by the yellow crane.

Huang He was furious, and when he saw who was coming, his eyes turned red and he roared repeatedly:

"Zhengwuzhou's dead dog, get the hell out of here, don't stop me!"

That person was Shouxi who came to watch Qianqing's result after the competition.

He hasn't been with Huang He for long, but he understands this person's character somewhat.When Huang He stepped down, he paid close attention to Huang He, fearing that he would try to commit suicide. "Fellow Daoist," Shou Xi was hit on the chest by the yellow crane, he held the pain, coughed, and said, "Qianqing is ignorant, and she offended fellow Daoist with nonsense, why do you have to be as knowledgeable as him?"

"roll!"

"If you feel that you have lost face, you don't have to! Qianqing was abused and beaten by others when she was a child, and she was treated as a bedbug quite a few times, so I didn't take your feelings into account, please forgive me."

Huang He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and fell down and wailed loudly, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.

At this moment, Qian Qing also ran down from the martial arts stage.Seeing Huang He like this, he breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then thought that as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he had completely disregarded the value of life and committed suicide, so he couldn't help but look angry and cursed: "Shouxi, let him go, let him die."

"Qianqing!"

"Good words are hard to persuade, damn it, you can't help yourself if you are merciful. Hmph, do you want to die if you are insulted a few times? If so, I should have died a hundred and eighty times! If you want to die, die, don't dirty the Zhengyang Immortal Sect!" Site."

Huang He was trembling all over, and when he raised his head, he stared at Qian Qing.

Qian Qing said: "Zhengyang Immortal Sect only has Wuxiu who died in battle."

"Look at me Qianqing, you...you are too deceitful..."

Huang He gritted his teeth, his body trembling like chaff.

"How about bullying you!"

Shouxi frowned, and scolded: "Qianqing!"

Qian Qing said: "Weak people are bullied and despised, as it should be. If you don't accept it, you should work hard and practice hard to defeat me, instead of looking for death and life like this. The dignified orthodox monks of the Immortal Sect of Dongling are weak under the protection of the sect. So far, vulnerable. Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Qing seemed even more angry than Huang He. With a wave of his right hand, more than a hundred cranes returned to the golden lock on Huang He's chest.

The golden lock is shining brightly, so you can't look directly at it.

Seeing the blue veins on Qian Qing's forehead bursting out, she was so angry that she left the martial arts platform with the word "Heaven" angrily.

Tears were still on Huang He's face, he looked at Qian Qing's back in astonishment, and couldn't say a word for a while.

After a long time, Shouxi sighed softly, grabbed Huang He's arm, and lifted him up.

"Fellow Daoist, get ready for the next fight."

"Um……"

Huang He touched the golden lock around his neck with complicated eyes.

The little suzerain of Zhengyang Xianzong won the first battle, but he didn't seem very happy.

After sitting back beside his lover Lin Zichu, he was still full of anger, unable to calm down.

Lin Zichu leaned close to his ear and whispered for a long time, but he couldn't calm down.

Lin Zichu lightly stroked Qianqing's hair, pinned his scattered hair behind his ear, and leaned closer to Qianqing's ear, and said something.

Qian Qing sometimes nodded, sometimes frowned, with a very serious expression.

After a while, he leaned forward, put his head in Lin Zichu's arms, and arched it twice.

The monks who sat close to Qian Lin and the two showed dumbfounded expressions.

The little father-in-law has a stubborn and unruly personality, just like the blue and white stone slabs of the martial arts platform, with sharp edges and corners, and is invulnerable to cold and heat.Even if his master Feng Zhaoming taught Qianqing, he might not be able to listen to much.

How could he cooperate so much now that he was by Lin Zichu's side?

I saw Qianqing raised her arms and embraced the back of Lin Zichu's neck, her whole body was limp, lying on Lin Zichu's chest, she shouted in a drawn-out voice: "Brother——"

On the side, Pu Qingluo had just returned from a bloody battle, and she was full of fighting spirit and had no time to restrain herself.

Hearing Qianqing's words, she quickly covered her ears:

"Qianqing! In public, you dare to shake the morale of the army like this."

Lin Zichu also felt something was wrong, and frowned slightly, looking like he was thinking.

Qianqing rolled her eyes, but she sent a voice transmission to Pu Qingluo: "What does it have to do with you!"

When Linzi first saw Pu Qingluo's resentful expression, he quickly grabbed Qianqing's arm, signaling him not to be as knowledgeable as others.

Qianqing snorted softly from her nasal cavity, feeling depressed.

Lin Zichu thought for a while, then suddenly took Qian Qing's hand and spread his palm.

White fingers lightly wrote two words in Qianqing's palm.

"Huh," where Lin Zichu touched Qian Qing's palm, there was a silver light, he looked curiously, and asked, "This is it?"

After Lin Zichu finished writing, he put Qian Qing's palms together.

He moved closer to Qianqing's ear and said:

"Ah Qing, you and I have a marriage agreement, so there is no need to call me 'big brother' in the future..."

"Then... how about that?"

Lin Zichu smiled and said nothing, but slightly squeezed Qianqing's written hand.

Qian Qing was taken aback for a moment, then said:

"That is……"

"That's my name, Ah Qing." Lin Zichu whispered, "You can call me like this in the future. This word... other than my parents, only you know it."

During the conversation, Lin Zichu's heart moved.

He turned his head and looked back.

Seeing the word "Heaven" on the martial arts stage, his name suddenly appeared.

Lin Zichu shook Qianqing's hand again, stood up, and said, "I'm leaving. Ah Qing, don't let others know my other characters."

Qianqing responded, lowered her head, looked at her right hand, and couldn't help laughing.

He spread his palm slightly, curled up his slender fingers, covering the two words on his palm so that no one else could see them.

"Cangshu."

Looking at the two words with silver dim light shining in the palm, Qianqing raised the corners of her mouth greatly.

The author has something to say: Cang Shu: Cang means the high and cold sky, alluding to the cold dragon lying on the snow body.Shu, the homonym for mouse, the attribute of Zichu, it seems that I mentioned it when I wrote the Hanshu sword before.