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

The sound paused for a moment.

Then I heard Qianqing shout:

"Shouxi is not a drag! For him, even if you lose, so what the hell!"

Qianqing stretched her arms hard, with stubborn eyes, shouted loudly, and abruptly lifted Shouxi up.

"Qianqing."

Shouxi who was caught also raised his hand to touch Qianqing's arm. At the same time as the two brothers' arms touched, the huge Jingling Mountain collapsed suddenly, breaking into pieces one by one.

Shouxi suddenly opened his mouth and asked:

"Have you had enough rest?"

At the same time, in the Martial Arts Hall, Qian Qing opened her eyes impressively, with shimmering lights in her eyes, her expression awe-inspiring.

The dense fog around was like a frightened bird, fleeing Qianqing in a hurry.

A strong wind blew away the dense fog.

Qian Qing stood up and replied loudly: "Enough!"

It turned out that although Shouxi dragged Qianqing into the illusion, Qianqing's physical body was still absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, producing blood and healing the wound.

As far as Qianqing's tenacious vitality is concerned, given him the time to breathe, he can fight for life.

Not to mention that the time in the illusion is similar to reality, and now the two have been fighting for more than a day.No wonder some monks said Qianqing's "fortune is strong".

This whole day of recovery time can turn Qianqing from dying to a level where she can fight again.

"In that case, then..." Shouxi laughed, he took a step back and said, "I admit defeat."

"What?" Qian Qing was stunned and said in astonishment.

"You have broken my illusion, and besides this, I have no other means to suppress you. Qianqing, I already knew." Shouxi looked at Qianqing seriously, "You are incomparable to others. Willpower. You are tougher and tougher than anyone else, so no one can beat you...I really did not misunderstand anyone."

"Slender Xi..."

"Go," a pair of invisible big hands stretched out from the barrier, grabbed Shouxi, and wanted to remove the monk who had surrendered from the field.Shouxi's figure gradually became blurred, but his voice was still saying: "Qianqing! With the glorious mission of Zhengwuzhou... let's win!"

——Total victory!

As soon as the words came out, all the monks in Zhengwuzhou stood up from their seats.

They know that the competition has progressed to this point, and the record is basically stable.

After Shouxi stepped in, there was no shelter in front of Qianqing.

He will definitely be like a sharp sword soaring into the sky, no one can stop him!

Just as the Zhengwuzhou monk expected.

In the next hundred or so fights, Qianqing performed quite calmly.He changed his previous reckless and domineering fighting style, and began to cautiously pursue victory.

In the end, the monk became more nervous.

Many monks who participated in the competition made fatal mistakes near the end and left with regret.

In the last few battles, Qian Qing changed others' perception of his "aggressive and brave" fighting style. His moves were restrained, and he calculated the use of spiritual power, so he turned into a calm fighting style.

The monks in the audience were dumbfounded.

"I hope Qianqing is only 26 years old this year..."

"He he he...how could he have such a steady performance!"

Everyone raised their heads, excitedly waiting for the end of the last fight.

"I……"

The cultivator standing opposite Qian Qing threw down his saber, threw himself on the ground, and said helplessly, "I admit defeat."

In the center of the martial arts stage, a black battle flag was hung, fluttering in the wind.

The name of the participating Jindan monks and the result of the competition are written on the banner.

When Qianqing's opponent conceded defeat, the battle flag fluttering in the wind came to a standstill.

The chess board suddenly went dark, and the names of million-dollar golden core monks were instantly cleared.

In the next moment, a few large characters appeared on the record list, as if they had been burned by a raging fire, showing a dazzling golden color.

Zhengyang Xianzong, look forward to my Qianqing, the first, 650 consecutive victories!

For a time, the audience was boiling!

On the blue and white stone slab, Qian Qing was covered in blood all over his red clothes, and his fighting spirit was too late to restrain, overflowing, like an ancient god and Buddha who stepped on blood, making people want to kneel down and worship.

"Win! Win!"

The Zhengwuzhou monk shouted frantically.

"I hope that I, Qianqing, will win more than [-] matches and win the first prize, breaking the record of hundreds of millions of years. He has become the youngest first-class monk since ancient times!"

In the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, a monk who had a good relationship with Qian Qing rushed to the martial arts stage, howling, hugged Qian Qing and put her on his shoulders.

"Haha, Qianqing, it's really you!"

"Senior Brother Qianqing! You...you are seriously injured." The soft-hearted monk looked at Qianqing's body covered in bruises and couldn't help crying.

Qian Qing smiled and said: "It's easy to say, easy to say! That's right, quickly carry me down, I'm too tired to walk..."

Everyone was giggling, raised their hands one after another, supported Qianqing with their hands, and sent him back to Zhengyang Xianzong Lie little by little.

In the beginning, there was indeed a lot of laughter.

But the smiles of every monk who touched Qianqing's body suddenly froze, and they couldn't laugh anymore.

...What a bruised and exhausted body.

It's hard to imagine that Qianqing used such a body, punched and punched, and fought all [-] games with all her might.

A total of 650 games!

He didn't give up a single game.

In the Martial Arts Hall, there was a moment of silence.

Thick-skinned as Qianqing, he was also a little embarrassed, he wanted to come down in a panic, but no one gave him this chance.

Qianqing couldn't struggle at all, because he was very tired, hurt and cold now.

...do you regret it?

does it worth?

During the 650 matches, Qianqing thought about this question countless times.

At this moment, Qianqing finally figured it out.

Maybe you will feel that it is not worth it, and you may regret it.

but--

I do!

Not far away, Baizang Immortal Venerable was smiling.

With tears in his eyes, he seemed to recall the past.

Immortal Lord Dongkun faced the abyss with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the illusory place.

His back is as straight as a mountain, piercing the sky and reaching the earth, like giant feet that lift the sky.

"Dongkun, martyrdom for mortals...is it worth it?"

The back of the former Dongkun Immortal Master is right in front of his eyes.

On that day, Immortal Master Dongkun, who already knew the fate he was about to face, looked back and smiled gently at Immortal Master Baizang.

"For the sake of the common people in the world, willing or unwilling."

Qianqing looked up at the dome above the Martial Arts Hall.

The sky is so vast.

Qianqing raised her hand and quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Some crystal clear liquid flowed down, but no one seemed to see clearly.

"Hey," Qian Qing hummed, and said to Pu Qingluo who was catching her, "Let go, don't you see my elder brother coming? I want him to hold me!"

Pu Qingluo was being moved, when she heard this, she rolled her eyes, she really let go, and said, "See if I care about your life?"

Qian Qing was seriously injured, and when he stepped off the battlefield, his beliefs that supported him suddenly loosened, and he could no longer stand up, his whole body hurt everywhere, and he couldn't move at all.

When Pu Qingluo let go, Qianqing slapped towards the floor like a kite with its strings cut.

But no one went to help him.

Because in the next second, Qianqing was hugged tightly in her arms.

"..."

The arms that hugged Qianqing tightly were shaking to the point of trembling.

Qianqing leaned on Lin Zichu's shoulder with a sense of security, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the 26-year-old little fairy master, won the first place in the Martial Arts Competition in one fell swoop!"

"What?! 26 years old? Did I hear you right?"

"No, for many years, I hope that I, Qianqing, have hidden my strength until the Martial Arts Competition, and then I became a blockbuster!"

"But I heard that he was seriously injured, so he didn't even attend the closing ceremony of the Martial Arts Competition."

"..."

After the martial arts performance was over, discussions about Qian Qing immediately filled the streets and alleys.

Even the mortals in the four continents also know the existence of Qianqing.

And many other martial arts geniuses who emerged from the martial arts competition were also praised by everyone and spread widely.

Taking Zhengwuzhou as an example, besides Que Qianqing, the top three monks also included Lin Zichu with a cold dragon lying in snow, and Shouxi, the eldest disciple of Kumo Sect.

Although Zhengyang Xianzong's overall strength is still at the bottom, no one can underestimate the power of this continent.

As mortals sang:

In the ethereal, there is a fairy mountain.

For a hundred years, there have been grand martial arts events, and heroes have emerged in large numbers.

Since then, the three prides of Zhengwu,

Chiharuko was happy at the beginning.

on the other hand.

Zhengyang Xianzong successfully closed the curtain of the Martial Arts Competition.

A tall and strong man with a beard and a beard stepped forward, held Feng Zhaoming's hand, and said sinisterly, "Feng Xianjun, you have taught a good apprentice, and I have to obey. I don't know why you When the time comes to Liaojizhou, you and I will discuss it in person?"

Feng Zhaoming remained expressionless, and nodded his head as a reply.

Immortal Bi Xuying did not get a positive answer, and felt that he was being perfunctory, so he was about to continue asking.

Suddenly he saw the back of his disciple Bo Xichencheng running towards Loufeng, as if he wanted to follow him back to Kongzhou.

Bi Xuying was furious, for a moment he didn't care about Feng Zhaoming's presence, so he shouted: "Stinky boy, where are you going?"

"Master," Bo Xichencheng said from a distance, "I'll go to the Kongzhou Island to stay, and I'll be back soon!"

"Come back to me! The martial arts show has just ended, how can a teacher allow you to run around?"

Bo Xichencheng pretended not to hear, put his hat down very low to cover his face, and walked forward without looking back.

Lou Feng coughed twice, pushed the wheelchair, and said: "Chencheng, I'm sorry. If you want to go to the Kongzhou, you can go with my master. I... will stay in Zhengwuzhou A few days."

Bo Xichencheng was stunned: "What? Are you staying here?"

"Yeah." Lou Feng smiled and said, "There's one thing I'm more concerned about... I want to play a few more games of chess with fellow Taoist Lin Zichu."

Bo Xichencheng's face flushed red and then turned pale again. He laughed a few times and said coldly, "Do you think Gu really wants to go to Kongzhou?"

"..." Lou Fengsui slowly frowned.

"If it wasn't for you, how could Gu...how could..." Bo Xichen's face became hot again, he lowered his head and looked at Lou Fengsui.

Then he saw Lou Fengsui's face was weak, his eyes were full of gloom.

The expression is helpless, pity, and expected.

Only there is no joy.

"You don't want me to stay, do you?"

Bo Xichencheng asked coldly.

Lou Feng followed, "Chencheng, you've been working outside these days, it's better to go back with your master as soon as possible."

"Are you really afraid of being alone and tired, or do you not want me to pester you anymore?"

Lou Feng cupped his hands, bowed his head and said:

"Dust City..., I have a disease, and it is difficult for me to move. I didn't think about it before, but these days after being defeated by Lin Zichu, I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I don't want to touch the love of my children anymore. ... Offended. How much offended, I hope to bear it."

"..." Bo Xichencheng's complexion suddenly turned pale as paper, his throat choked, and after a while, he spit out a few words: "Lou Fengsui, hello... how are you!"

After saying that, Bo Xichen rushed out of the door.

Lou Feng Sui frowned tightly, looking at Bo Xichencheng's back, he felt an urge to chase after him.

But in the end he just sighed.