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

After a long time, Sect Master Bairen spoke in a contemptuous tone:

"so what?"

Immortal Diaozhuo took a step forward and said:

"So, please enlighten me, Sect Master Bairen."

After saying that, a white light flashed in the palm of Xianjun Diaozhuo's right hand, and a pair of judge pens appeared in Xianjun's hand out of thin air.

Immortal Lord Diaozhuo is the first great disciple under the seat of Immortal Xuanying.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable is good at formations, as his disciple, Tiaozhuo naturally also practiced formations.

The judge's pen in his hand is called "Chang Sheng".

In the hands of the owner, it can be used as an offensive weapon or as a literati brush.

Take the land as the picture scroll, and the weapon as the pen.

The iron hook and silver painting, the masterful hand of Danqing, can draw a majestic formation in an instant.

As the eldest disciple of Xuanying Immortal Venerable, Diao Zhuo is naturally not weak.

Although due to his personality, he was not liked by the master, but no one could deny that Diaozhuo was the best disciple taught by Xuanying Xianzun.

In just a few breaths, he drew a perfect "Spirit Formation" on the ground.

This array is used to consume the enemy's physical strength, and those who step into this array will have their aura scattered violently, which belongs to the suppressive array pattern.

Of course there is a way to crack it, and it can be summed up in four words, that is "no spiritual power".

Without spiritual power, it is naturally impossible to disperse.

For example, if a mortal without spiritual power stands in the formation, he will not react or be harmed.

On the contrary, even if the monks with only a trace of spiritual power are exhausted, standing in the formation, the whole body will immediately emit a turquoise light, the spiritual power will spread, and the body and mind will be exhausted.

This formation is an "earth" formation. Due to the single effect and complex graphics, ordinary monks will not involve it.

However, Immortal Diaozhuo's formation was extremely smooth, obviously well prepared, and he came here specially for Sect Master Bai Ren.

Sect Master Bai Ren looked at Diao Zhuo coldly with no expression on his face.

After being silent for a while, Sect Master Bairen walked towards the center of the "Spirit Formation" step by step with firm steps.

The rest of the immortals stared at Bai Ren intently.

It should be known that Bairen, as the second suzerain of Kaiyuan Xianzong, has a high status.

If he is really a murderer of mortals, that's all.

If not, forcing the lord of the Xianzong to enter the battle to test his innocence would be a serious problem.

Fortunately, looking at the weak appearance of Patriarch Bairen at the moment, the result may be the same as Diao Zhuo imagined.

Seeing Sect Master Bairen approaching the "Scattering Spirit Formation" step by step, all the immortals held their breath in fear.

Just when Bairenzong took the last step, a pair of thin and long palms suddenly stretched out and grabbed Bairenzong's arm.

Bairen suddenly turned his head and looked over there, as if there was a light shining in his dull eyes.

I saw that man was wearing a fierce battle robe, his eyebrows were like fire, and his eyes were stern.

Impressively, it was Immortal Feng Zhaoming!

The clumsy complexion suddenly became difficult to look:

"Feng Xianjun, what is the meaning of this?"

"Clumsy," Feng Zhaoming said, his voice was cold, "What evidence do you have to prove that the massacre of mortals was done by Sect Master Bai Ren?"

Diao Zhuo replied: "There was a mortal who told me before he died..."

"There is no proof of death, one-sided words are not credible. Other than that?"

"..."

Diao Zhuo lowered his face and said displeasedly: "Besides that, we still need to invite Sect Master Bairen to step into the Sanling Formation, and I will watch it before I can make a decision."

Feng Zhaoming shook his head, and said: "The monk has no spiritual power, so there can be many explanations. Either he is seriously injured, or his meridians are damaged."

"Oh?" Diaozhuo said: "Jun Feng means that Sect Master Bai Ren cannot use spiritual power, so it has nothing to do with slaughtering mortals?"

Feng Zhaoming said impressively: "Yes."

"..."

Yes!

With just one word, all the words behind Diao Zhuo were blocked, and he couldn't say any more.

Diao Zhuo couldn't help but said: "Feng Jun, apart from the sword spirit guarding the beast, who needs the hearts and souls of mortals? So many mortals have been deprived of their hearts and souls, can you guarantee that this matter has nothing to do with Sect Master Bairen? He is the only one of the Sword Beast Clan The surviving descendants!"

Feng Zhaoming looked sharply at Tiaozhuo, and said:

"Clumsy, you should be punished for speculating about the master of the Xianzong for no reason. After the martial arts show is over, you can go to Zuowang Peak to face the wall for three months."

As soon as this remark came out, all the immortals were in an uproar.

Feng Zhaoming Xianjun is the head of the Xianjun, so he is naturally qualified to punish the clumsy.

But this move does not seem to take into account the friendship of the same clan, and the punishment is a bit heavy for facing the wall for three months.

Feng Zhaoming's gaze swept away, and Xianjun, who was screaming after breathing heavily, didn't dare to make any more weird noises.

Diao Zhuo was also startled, and then said:

"Feng Jun, I..."

"What else do you have to say?"

Diao Zhuo was silent, and after a while, he said sinisterly, "...not anymore."

It wasn't until this time that Immortal Pu Zhizhang opened his mouth and said, "I agree. Immortal Lord Diaozhuo, you doubted Sect Master Bai Ren without any strong evidence. It is really rude. You should apologize to Sect Master Bai Ren." It is."

Feng Zhaoming took a cool look at Pu Zhizhang, obviously overstepped and said in place of Sect Master Bairen: "No need. Since you have nothing else to say, everyone disperses on their own. Don't mention anything about today to others."

After finishing speaking, the eight immortals turned into black shadows like scattered birds and beasts, and left from all directions.

"Feng Xianjun!"

A blue-robed monk followed Feng Zhaoming eagerly, calling repeatedly.

"Please stop, I have something to tell you!"

There are few people here, birds and beasts are rare, only the dense bushes stand in front of the two of them.

Feng Zhaoming's body swayed and moved quickly, without any intention of stopping.

Sect Master Bai Ren snorted, did not give up, and said:

"Is this the Zhengyang Immortal Sect's way of hospitality? What a Feng Zhaoming. If you don't stop, you won't take Kaiyuan Immortal Sect seriously."

Hearing this, Feng Zhaoming paused, frowned, and stopped.

Sect Master Bairen was overjoyed and said: "Feng Xianjun, Xian'er, wait for me. I can't keep up with you!"

Feng Zhaoming was startled again, but he really didn't move forward.

The trees here are overgrown, with many messy branches. Sect Master Bairen walked with Feng Zhaoming, and the originally neat hair was a little messy.

Fortunately, as a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, he had a strong physical body, and even if he couldn't use his spiritual power, he was not scratched by the branches.

When Sect Master Bairen came to Feng Zhaoming's side, his breathing was already a little messy.

It seems that the taking of the inner alchemy had a great impact on the sword beast monks.

Bai Ren took a deep breath and looked at Feng Zhaoming with dull eyes.

Due to the inability to use spiritual consciousness, these eyes did not precisely meet Shang Feng Zhaoming's eyes.

Bai Ren himself obviously knew this too, he raised his hand and touched Feng Zhaoming's face, as if he wanted to confirm the position of Feng Xianjun's eyes with his fingers.

Feng Zhaoming tilted his head slightly, avoiding Bai Ren's touch.

In an instant, Sect Master Bairen's eyes twitched with resentment.

He pursed his lips, holding back his temper.

"...Xian'er, thank you for defending me today."

Feng Zhaoming took a step back, and said indifferently: "Business is business, responsibility lies. It doesn't matter personal relationship."

Bairen sighed inaudibly.

Feng Zhaoming paused, but still said:

"...What's more, there is no personal relationship between you and me."

Bairen jumped up suddenly, he was emotional, his face was as pale as paper.

He forcibly endured, the veins on his forehead bulged, and said sincerely:

"Feng Zhaoming, at that time, I really didn't know that your master could escape death after using the life-killing ban. The one who killed the fairy master was obviously a rebellious evil dragon. Mortals... all those who survived the battle of the evil dragon are the culprits who killed the fairy master! Why... do you want to blame me for killing the fairy master?"

"..."

In a place that Bai Ren couldn't see, Feng Zhaoming's eyes flashed with pain, and he had to close his eyes.

For a long time, Bai Ren could not hear Feng Zhaoming's response.

He was a little scared, and said in a hoarse voice:

"...Well, even if I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was really wrong! Xian'er, you...how do you want me not to be angry?"

Excited, Bai Ren stepped forward, wanting to grab Feng Zhaoming's hand.So Feng Zhaoming took another step back, not letting him touch him, and keeping the distance between the two of them.

Bairen trembled all over, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"You want me to kneel and kowtow in front of your master's tomb, break my hands, my legs...anything! Tell me, I will do it!"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head and said nothing, paused, then sighed softly:

"There is nothing more to say. Sect Master Bai Ren, you... cherish it, so you can do it yourself."

After saying that, turn around and leave.

Listening to Feng Zhaoming's words, it is obvious that there is a meaning of not seeing each other again after parting.Bai Ren was burning with anxiety.

"Xian'er!"

Shouting and chasing.But he couldn't use his spiritual power, and was quickly thrown away by Feng Zhaoming.

He walked too hastily, and he didn't have the spiritual sense to explore the way.

The dignified, god-turned and well-known Patriarch Bairen of "Avenue of Time No. 1" unexpectedly tripped over a small winding tree root protruding from the ground.

Hearing the sound of "bang" falling to the ground, Bai Ren was startled, and immediately lost control of himself and leaned forward.He fell hard and fell to his knees on the ground.

After this fall, Bairen could no longer catch up.

He clenched his hands into fists and beat the ground unwillingly, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

"Feng Zhaoming!!!"

This cry was not like a human voice, but more like a desperate and painful wail of a wild beast driven into trouble.

"I've already apologized! I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do, can't you forgive me?!"

Bairen sobbed, his Adam's apple rolling.

Since he entered the path of cultivating immortals, it seems that he has never cried like this again.

Every inch of his bones trembled, and even his bones ached.

Feng Zhaoming didn't look back.

Sect Master Bairen's voice was mournful and desolate, and he exhausted all his strength to cry:

"—I, I like you!!"

In the distance, Feng Zhaoming's figure seemed to pause for a moment.

...However, he still didn't look back.

The sky is as dark as ink, and the moon is as thin as a knife.

At night, the Xuanxie Peak is cold and quiet, and the strong wind blows past, causing the leaves to sway, teeth and claws to sway.

In the fairy forest, there was a monk in a royal blue robe lying on the ground, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

His attire is dignified and luxurious, implying the man's prestigious status.

But I don't know why such a proud son of heaven is lying motionless in the rotten bushes.

At this moment, the person kneeling here facing the ground is naturally the Bairen Sect Master of the Kaiyuan Sword Sect. He waited here for a long time, but he didn't get any response.

After a long, long time.

Patriarch Bairen, who was silent like a corpse, trembled slightly with the fingers of his right hand.

He raised his arms, lifting himself off the ground.

When he raised his head again, there was no trace of tears on Sect Master Bairen's face.

His face was pale, and there was no life in his eyes, like a pool of silent, lifeless stagnant water.

"..."

Bai Ren let out a cold snort deep in his nasal cavity, he drew out his sword, and walked towards the martial arts hall step by step.

The martial arts event brought together representative monks from various immortal sects.

For example, in Zhengwuzhou, the three immortals and eight immortals of Zhengyang Immortal Sect are all sitting cross-legged under the stage.

Even if the deity is not here, a clone must be left here.

Therefore, all the disciples risked their lives to show what they have learned all their lives. If they are lucky enough to leave a deep impression on their seniors, they will be able to rise to the top in the future.

In the Martial Arts Hall, there was a lot of people, and it was very lively.

At this moment, it is the climax of the martial arts competition.

All the golden core monks took turns to fight, each showing their supernatural powers, the sect disciples were dazzled and couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Someone said loudly:

"The little fairy master of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect really has a lot of tricks! At the opening ceremony, he said that he wanted to win a complete victory, and I scoffed at him. Who would have thought that he would still win a complete victory in [-] consecutive battles!"

"Not bad! I hope Qianqing is very good. If this trend continues, it is still unknown if he can really break the record and maintain a complete victory."

"Hmph, it's all right for a child with a yellow mouth to talk nonsense, why are you also booing!"

"Exactly! I hope that if I, Qianqing, can win [-] games in a row, I will screw my head off and kick it for you!"

There are other monks from the three continents who are at odds with the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, saying so.

Another monk said:

"In addition to looking at me Qianqing, Zhengyang Xianzong also has a monk who is quite eye-catching."

"Is it called Lin Zichu?"

"I heard that this person is a candidate for my partner in the future, and has a cold dragon lying in the snow."

"No wonder. He is like Wang Wang's boy, winning a hundred games in a row."

Others said:

"...Bo Xichencheng, winning a hundred games in a row!"

"Lou Fengsui's body is weak, his spiritual power is exhausted, so he forfeited one game. Other than that, he won consecutive victories."

"Li Wudao was accidentally injured and lost a game. His record is equal to that of Lou Fengsui."

"Zhu Changpeng loses two."

"As a disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect, Huang He has good aptitude. It's a pity that he is too young and his mind is immature. After losing to Wangwo Qianqing, he lost six games in a row. Fortunately, he worked hard and won no more defeats. I hope he can cheer up and achieve success." Impressive record."

"..."

"The chief disciple of Kumo Sect, monk Xi Zhilang, loses three. He is the best performer among the disciples of the sect except for the disciples of the Immortal Sect."

"Hey! That Wen Renshao of Ku Zhong Zong is too funny! He actually only fought one match? After winning the match, he was unceremonious and abstained from all other fights. Compared with his senior brother Xi Zhilang, It's just too bad."

"..."

"..."

All the monks did not form a group, discussing indiscriminately.

After reaching the golden elixir stage of cultivation, I have a better understanding of my own way, and I have somewhat figured out what cultivation is all about.

Their vision is detached, which is no longer comparable to ordinary people, and their words often go straight to the point.

When discussing with each other, not only can you broaden your horizons, but you can also further understand the Dao that you have cultivated.

This is also the original intention of the Martial Arts Competition.

However, after hundreds of fights in the Martial Arts Association, all the monks with extraordinary vision found something indistinctly.

It is said that among the four continents, the monks in Zhengwuzhou have a fierce folk style and are brave and good at fighting, but their strength is at the bottom.

This gap is still not reflected in the usual discussions.

But once it is placed on the martial arts stage, it can be seen very clearly.

I saw a huge painting scroll hanging in the center of the eight martial arts arenas of "the heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric".

The names of all the monks who participated in the competition were densely written on the scroll, and the order of ranking was related to the winners and losers of the competition.

For example, Qianqing, Lin Zichu, and Bo Xichen won consecutive victories, and the three of them tied for first place.

As the host of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, they have the home field advantage. The names of Qianqing and Lin Zichu are ranked ahead of Bo Xichen City.

Looking down, Lou Fengsui, Li Wudao, Huangtu Fairy, Youfang Sanren, Plantago Seed, Feng Suzuki, Xizhilang...

Nine out of ten of the top [-] monks are monks from Liaoji, Wandering Kong, and Taichongzhou.

On the other hand, in Zhengwuzhou, there are very few monks who rank high...

Under the stage, Kaiyuan Jianzong is located.

Sect Master Bairen has disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and a compelling "don't come near" aura exuding from his whole body.

The master of Bairen is moody, yin and yang, and everyone knows it.

Therefore, as soon as they sensed that this person was about to go crazy, all the monks hid away.

Sect Master Bairen has a high status, but no one dared to come forward and talk to him.

Sect Master Bai Ren didn't sit down, but walked step by step to a certain corner of the martial arts hall.

The darkness enveloped this proud man of heaven, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

"...Sect Master Bairen."

At this moment, a divine sense suddenly came over.

There was ferocious killing intent boiling in Bai Ren's eyes, he raised his head, and the monks sitting in front of Bai Ren felt a chill behind them and subconsciously turned back.

"...Sect Master Bairen, I know you can't use your spiritual power, so you don't need to send me a voice transmission to communicate with you. I can distinguish lips, so you can just speak silently."

This time, the voice from the consciousness lasted quite a long time, and Bairen immediately recognized the owner of the consciousness.

It turned out to be Zhengyang Xianzong, under the seat of Xuanying Xianzun, Diaozhuo Xianjun.

Just now he was confronting Bairen tit for tat, why he still dared to transmit voice at this moment.

Bairen was silent for a while, then said silently:

"Interesting. I don't know what the Diaozhuo Xianjun has to say to this deity?"

"Without him." Diao Zhuo said: "I just have a memory, I want to show Sect Master Bairen."

As soon as the words fell, a piece of spiritual consciousness came into Bairen's mind.

Sect Master Bairen was shocked!

—… If I help you kill that monk and save your father and brother, are you willing to have your heart and soul dug out by me?

- I will!

——Yingying, run!

--I regret.

……Do not! !

A scream pierced through the eardrums of Patriarch Bairen, like a sharp ax slashing at the heart.

That is the proof that monks with masks slaughtered mortals in the dark night.

Sect Master Bairen's pupils suddenly tightened, revealing a ferocious posture like a wild beast.

"Don't be afraid," Diao Zhuo Xianjun's voice was unusually gentle, not as cold as when he was torturing criminals.He comforted: "I didn't take it out just now, which proves that I won't hand it over to others in the future."

"You..." Sect Master Bairen's voice was hoarse, and when he was upset, he couldn't say a word.

Tiaozhuo thoughtfully said: "The suzerain wants to ask me, how did I get this memory? It's very simple, but it's not important at all."

Bairen was silent, his teeth trembling slightly, making the sound of colliding.

However, Bai Ren and Diao Zhuo are both cultivators in the stage of transforming gods. On weekdays, Diao Zhuo's sense of existence is not as strong as Bai Ren's Sect Master.

He is always unknown.When others mention it, they only know that he is Xuanying Xianzun's disciple, and they don't think he is very powerful.

However, which monk is easy to secure the position of Xianjun in Zhengyang Xianzong?

... A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Bairen's back.

After a long time, Bai Ren said silently:

"……what would you like?"

Diao Zhuo held up three fingers on his left and right hands, clapped together, and said pleasantly, "It's a pleasure to talk to smart people."

Bai Ren was furious: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hehe," Diao Zhuo put away his smile, his face changed suddenly, and he said coldly, "...Bairen Sect Master majored in the Dao of Time and is famous all over the world. One of the tricks is called: Persuading the Lord to cherish his youth and become famous in the four regions , is there something wrong?"

Bairen frowned.

He has done a lot of research on the Dao of Time, and he did have a trick to call him by this name.It's just that this trick was created by Patriarch Bairen in his early years, and the light was taken away by the "Four Ways of Time" in the future, so not many people knew about it.It is nonsense to be famous in the four domains.

After a while, Sect Master Bairen nodded.

Diao Zhuo was overjoyed, his voice trembling a little:

"Then... the suzerain can use this trick again?"

Bai Ren sneered and said, "I can't use my spiritual power. Didn't Immortal Diao Zhuo already know that?"

Diao Zhuo asked eagerly, "What if you recover your spiritual power?"

Seeing Diao Zhuo in such a hurry, he couldn't help being puzzled and didn't answer.

"Speak quickly!" Immortal Diaozhuo said in a fierce tone, threatening: "If you don't answer, I will transmit that piece of spiritual knowledge to Immortal Feng Zhaoming! Immortal Feng is a straightforward person, and he will not care about you." If there is any reason, I will definitely hunt you down to the ends of the earth! Sect Master Bai Ren, you don't want to cause trouble to both sides, do you?"

Bairen sneered and said, "What do you ask for this move?"

"Just answer me, can you do it!" The clumsy face twisted: "I beg you, don't hang me anymore, I'm going crazy!"

Seeing such a crazy side of this immortal who is usually not recognized by his relatives, he couldn't help but frown.

After a pause, he nodded slightly.

"That's great!" Diao Zhuo said: "If you promise to perform 'Advising You to Cherish Your Youth' once for me, I will promise you that no one else will know about this spiritual knowledge."

"To whom?"

The clumsy answer obviously hesitated.

He sighed and said:

"...It is Xuanying Immortal Venerable."

Bai Ren was stunned: "Your master, Immortal Xuanying?"

"good."

"..."

Bai Ren was in a state of uncertainty, so he couldn't help but follow Diao Zhuo's words. He said, "Xuanying Xianzun is a cultivator out of body, and his cultivation level is higher than this one. But I don't know if this trick will work..."

"Don't worry, I know that it will work, so I will ask Sect Master Bairen to help!"

After winning the prize of Advising the Lord to cherish the youth, the cultivation base of the monk will decline, degrading to a certain level after this person embarks on the road of cultivation.

Cultivation will only decrease, not increase.

In other words, it is a spell that reverses the fragments of a monk's cultivation base in the long river of time.

For example, if Xianzun Xuanying falls for this trick, he may become a cultivator of transforming spirits, or a cultivator of Nascent Soul or Golden Core, or even degenerate into foundation building and qi refining.

After falling into this trick, monks who practiced hard for thousands of years were burned.

It is an attacking tactic that only hurts people, but not people.

Sect Master Bairen couldn't help but said:

"I heard that Xuanying Xianzun treats his disciples well. I don't know why Xianjun would do such a thing?"

Diaozhuo was silent for a moment, then said:

"...Sect Master Bairen, the reason why you can't use your spiritual power is probably because the inner alchemy was dug out."

"..." Sect Master Bai Ren narrowed his eyes.

This immortal monarch usually does not show mountains or dews, so his insight is so keen.

"If I'm not wrong, it should be Feng Xianjun's work, right?"

Hearing this, Bai Ren seemed to have been touched against the scales, and he was furious, with murderous intent everywhere.

"Why did you take that woman's heart and soul...? You and I both know the reason, alas, it's just life. I... am the same as you."

Immortal Diao Zhuo was so disappointed suddenly that Bai Ren was taken aback.

"So, you don't have to ask any more, and I don't want to answer either."

"..."

Sect Master Bairen snorted coldly, thought for a long time under the upset, and said: "I am reluctant, and I will only perform it once for you. Whether it succeeds or not depends on your own good fortune."

"No." Diaozhuo Xianjun said: "If the suzerain successfully turns the master into a low-level monk, there will be another generous gift. The sword beast clan needs the hearts and souls of a hundred mortals, right? The remaining 99, this You can give it to you."

"You!" Bai Ren's pupils tightened, and he said in astonishment, "...so it was you!"