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

On the martial arts stage, sand and stones were flying, blocking the line of sight.

When the flying sand had settled a little, everyone saw me on the stage, and looked at me, Qianqing, to stand upright.

But Bo Xichencheng was bleeding from all seven orifices, and sat near the barrier, motionless, as if his injuries were not serious.

"This... who won?"

"Whoever can move first between the two of them and give the other the final blow is the winner."

Watching monks talking in low voices.

But he saw me, Qianqing, panting rapidly, with a lot of cold sweat mixed with blood, dripping from his chin.

He was dizzy and his ears were ringing.Qianqing's body was in pain, like a thousand arrows piercing through her heart, as if she was about to collapse in the next second, and she would never get up again.

But he insisted on saying to himself, hold on, hold on a little longer...

Countless scenes flashed before Qianqing's eyes.

Wanshui City, Linjiazhuang.

"Steward Liu, Shouxi and I are going out together, what are you worried about? Leave me alone."

"The fairy lord has passed away, and demons are rampant. It's a troubled time, and Qianqing, you have such a troublesome personality, why don't you worry me?"

……

Optimus Pillar, under the foot of the mountain.

The scar-faced businessman choked up his voice and said:

"The Immortal Lord of Dongkun sacrificed his life for righteousness, and died in martyrdom. For many years, no one in Zhengwuzhou has been able to ascend to the position of Immortal Lord, and his strength has been reduced to the bottom of the four continents. Now Zhengwuzhou is poor and weak, and the people are struggling. A businessman like me, Life is worth less than ashes."

"I only hope that the spirit of the Immortal Lord in the sky will bless his bloodline and protect Zhengwuzhou from being bullied by the outside world..."

Optimus Pillar, Wangqing Peak.

"My lord, you have a tenacious character and extraordinary aptitude. You will definitely be able to carry the banner of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect for your father and revive the former glory of Zhengwuzhou!"

"Little Grandpa..."

"My lord..."

"..."

"Qianqing, you represent the face of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and you must think carefully about every move you make. You are destined to shoulder the future of the Immortal Sect, so don't let Grandpa down."

……

——The Legacy of the Immortal Lord!

These four words sound radiant and splendid.

But who knew that he was so heavy on Qianqing's shoulder that he couldn't breathe?

At this moment, Qianqing was cold, tired, and in pain.

I can't tell what it is that made him insist on standing here.

I saw Qianqing holding her long sword on the ground, step by step, walking towards Bo Xichen City with great difficulty.

"It's my Qianqing, he regained consciousness first!"

"Even a six-year-old child can defeat Bo Xichencheng."

"As long as he can hang on, he can win."

"..."

Under the martial arts stage, everyone was discussing, eagerly looking forward to the moment when the result of this competition will happen.

I hope Qianqing is covered in bruises and bloody face.

His body was trembling when he lifted the sword, and he was extremely weak.

However, none of the monks present dared to underestimate him.

Standing on the martial arts stage at this moment is a cultivator and even a warrior. He holds the sky with one hand, and when he raises his hands and feet, he breaks the sky and shakes the sky.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, he never backs down.

Bi Xuying Xianjun snorted coldly, his expression was blatantly displeased.

Beilin Xianjun shook his head and sighed, thinking: "This child... If he doesn't fall halfway, he will live in peace and well-being, and he will definitely be able to lead Zhengwuzhou to break through the predicament."

Feng Zhaoming remained motionless, but his eyes were fixed on Qianqing.

Qian Qing walked in front of Bo Xichencheng very slowly, acting in a panic, but no one urged her.

The huge martial arts hall was silent.

While walking, Qianqing trailed a long bloodstain behind her.

When he stood in front of Bo Xichencheng, he felt that he didn't even have the strength to breastfeed. Qianqing supported the ground with her sword, and after panting for a while, she raised the fairy sword with difficulty.

The head of the sword reflected white light and aimed at Bo Xichencheng's chest.

Then, Qianqing tried her best to stab her!

Someone exclaimed.

Just when they thought that Bo Xichencheng was about to splash blood on the spot, they saw Bo Xichencheng's figure on the martial arts stage suddenly became a little blurred.

In the next second, Bo Xichencheng was removed by the barrier and expelled from the stage.

boom--

The audience below the stage was like a pot of oil being poured with water, and it exploded.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"That's right!" Someone slapped his head and finally remembered: "In the martial arts competition, if one party loses consciousness and cannot resist, it will be ejected by the barrier, which is equivalent to admitting defeat."

"So to say……"

"Win!"

"I hope Qianqing won the first place! At the age of 26, he really broke the record that no one has done in millions of years!"

Although the Martial Arts Show is not over yet, everyone has already decided the result for him.

The monks of Zhengwuzhou began to celebrate enthusiastically, screaming.

"This child!" Immortal Master Bai Zang gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, feeling more distressed and pity than joy.

"My lord!" Guizao knelt down on his knees with tears all over his face, frantically worshiping the monk who was tens of thousands of years younger than him on the stage.

But he saw a white figure, the moment Bo Xichencheng was expelled from the martial arts stage, he moved swiftly and rushed towards the martial arts stage.

The cheers of the people around him did not reach his ears at all, and the monk in white felt anxious.

He watched Qianqing holding the sword in her right hand on the stage, stabbing through the air, then raised her head, showing a confused expression.

Qianqing turned her head and saw Lin Zichu who was rushing towards her, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyesight gradually became slack, and he relaxed the fingers of his right hand.

"Shut up—"

The fairy sword, Taifu Quyan, was dropped by Qianqing to the ground, revealing a lifeless icy light.

"Ah Qing!!"

The monk in white opened his eyes wide and roared, his roar echoed throughout the Martial Arts Hall.Lin Zichu's right hand suddenly stretched forward with all his strength, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he wanted to grab something from the air.

But seeing Qianqing lying limply backwards, without any support, he fell heavily on the bluestone slab.

A large amount of blood flowed out from his body surface and seven orifices.

Soon, Qian Qing's red clothes were completely dyed, and a pool of blood accumulated under his body.

Clouds flow in the Cangshan Mountains, beasts walk and fish swim.

Zhengyang Xianzong, in the Martial Arts Hall, many monks gathered together.

In the middle of them, there is a young man in red lying on his back.

He was seriously injured, his spiritual power was exhausted, the veins all over his body were swollen and cracked, his whole body convulsed under the severe pain, and he stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.

Astonishingly, it is the little fairy master of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, look at me a thousand times.

At this moment, Qianqing was unable to absorb spiritual power on her own, and she was also out of breath.

His grandfather, Baizang Immortal Venerable personally kneaded a round spirit pouch and placed it on Qianqing's face to help him breathe.

Seeing that the lower half of Qianqing's face was covered by a transparent water sac, there was a green liquid swimming in the water sac, which continuously penetrated into Qianqing's nasal cavity, making his face appear faint green.

"How about it?"

Immortal Master Baizang shook his head and sighed deeply.

"The situation... is not good."

I also want to know how tragic the battle will be for Jindan junior monks against high-level monks.

It should be noted that after the opening of the martial arts performance, once the monks enter the competition, it stands to reason that they can only recover and heal themselves, and cannot borrow the help of others.

But there is one exception, that is, when a monk is in a life-and-death crisis and is about to lose his life and has no time to take care of himself, others can help and heal him.

Qianqing's situation is so bad right now, if she doesn't care about it, let alone being unable to fight in the next match, it will be difficult for her to survive.

In this case, can he continue the next fight?

Everyone was worried.

But she said that Qianqing was on the martial arts stage, when she saw Lin Zichu running towards her, she felt relaxed and fainted immediately.

When he woke up, he felt that he was in a pure white void.

In the void, it is impossible to distinguish up, down, left, and right.

Qian Qing was stunned for a while, and suddenly heard someone crying not far away.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The crying continued, looking very pitiful.

Qianqing was curious, and walked forward, and after a while, she finally saw who the crying "person" was.

It was as huge as a mountain, with fine and oval scales, shining with dazzling silver light.

It turned out to be the Fulong lodged between Qianqing's forehead!

"you……!"

Qianqing was stunned, her face turned pale with shock, and she couldn't help but make a sound.

Fu Long turned his head suddenly, seeing Qian Qing's figure, Long Tong glared angrily, but did not see a single tear.

"Are you... crying?"

Qian Qing was completely stunned, and opened her mouth in disbelief, thinking, is this a dream?Why can I understand Fulong's voice!

Fulong stared at Qianqing dangerously, then swam to Qianqing with four paws.

It has a ferocious expression and ferocious eyes, as if it wants to swallow Qianqing.

Qianqing was vigilant and wanted to take a step back.

Suddenly, Fulong's voice appeared again!

Qianqing was shocked, and her backing movement stopped immediately.

"My eyes."

Fulong swam in front of Qianqing like the wind, and the dragon's pupils suddenly enlarged, showing the ferocious posture of a beast.

"My feet."

The dragon's claws opened suddenly with a force of ten thousand ounces, and then tightened suddenly with the momentum to cut Qianqing alive.

"My tail."

The expected attack did not land, Fulong swung his tail and swam around in front of Qianqing.

"...It hurts so much! Woooo... Woooo..."

Qianqing was dumbfounded, seeing Fulong still ferocious as if about to launch an attack in a daze, without the half-spoken and coquettish beast posture, deeply doubting whether she had heard something wrong!

"This this……"

"Wow wow... woo woo..."

The roaring cry echoed in Qianqing's ears, and Qianqing couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and asked, "Why does it hurt? Come and show me."

Hearing this, Fu Long really moved his head closer!

Qianqing's heart was beating wildly, and she thought, when she didn't understand Fulong's words before, she always thought it was angry, unwilling, and wanted to attack the master, but she never thought it would be like this.

It turned out that he had misunderstood something all along!

Qianqing's fingers trembled, touching Fulong's cold and slippery scales, her movements were very light, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt like this? How about this?"

"It hurts! It hurts!" Even though there wasn't a trace of tears dripping from those dragon pupils, Fulong still let out a cry.

"You are not injured... Be good, don't move around. You are so old, you can't cry anymore."

Fulong's cold eyes stared at Qianqing, and complained:

"I'm not hurt, it's you who made me hurt like this!"

"..."

"I am your natal beast, I can feel the pain you feel."

Qianqing paused, speechless.

"You're dead, and I can't live."

Fulong started crying again.

"I don't want to die!"

The cries gradually increased, not only Fulong's cries, but also Yan Crane, Fat Nine, Ah Mao...

In a trance, Qianqing actually heard the voices of every beast.

——Yes, I don't want to die.

—I can't die.

Qianqing's consciousness gradually blurred.

He desperately opened his eyes, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand weights.

Thinking of Fulong's pitiful cry, Qianqing trembled all over, struggled with her eyelids, and finally opened her eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the strong dizziness in his head made him vomit a big mouthful of blood and sat up with a "wow".

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The monks around Qianqing were ecstatic and danced a strange dance.

"Okay, stop quickly, don't treat the lord again, otherwise, you will be dealt with as a violation, and all the results of the next competition will be invalidated!"