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

Lin Zichu suddenly stretched out his hand, grasped Qianqing's wrist, and said in a low voice: "No need, I'll take a quick detour."

Suddenly, a sharp female voice was heard, crying out in pain.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Qianqing stretched her neck and looked forward, only to see a woman, physically exhausted, unable to hold the sword steadily, and even pierced into the abdomen by three needle-like sharp mouthparts of a fierce mosquito.

It was only a few inches away, and it was about to bite the heart.

The murderous mosquito shook its body, sucked back its mouthparts forcefully, and heard two 'grunts', and the animal greedily drank its hot blood.The nun's body trembled like a dead leaf, her face was pale.

There was a male cultivator whose eyes were shattered and he shouted: "Junior Sister!"

Regardless of whether it will anger the mosquitoes or not, the male cultivator cut off the spine of the fierce mosquito in front of him with a sword, moved to the female cultivator's side, cut off the mouthparts of the fierce mosquito, and stabbed her to death.

The mouthpart had already left the mosquito's body, but it was still sucking back, continuously absorbing the blood from the nun's body.

The vicious mosquitoes around smelled blood and became more brutal.

Several disciples of Kaiyuan Sword Sect were covered in blood from mosquito bites, they were out of breath, and they were about to be cornered.

Seeing this, Lin Zichu frowned, and said anxiously: "The fierce mosquito is going berserk right now, and must not go forward."

Several disciples of Kaiyuan Sword Sect faintly heard who Lin Zichu was talking to, and seemed to have no intention of going forward.

Someone shouted:

"Fellow Daoist Zichu, where are you going? Come and help!"

"If you come to help me, you will be rewarded in the future."

"If you don't come to save me, my master won't let you go!"

The disciples of Jianzong pinned their hopes on Lin Zichu.But he knew in his heart that Lin Zichu was just a middle-level foundation-building cultivation base, and even one more of him would not be able to change the situation of the battle, so they all fought desperately with the fierce mosquitoes, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Lin Zichu held Qianqing's wrist tightly, unwilling to let him take risks.

Qian Qing heard this Jianzong disciple's words became more and more impolite, she was very annoyed, and wanted to frighten the mosquitoes, she yelled a few times: "Fuck, stinky mosquito, get away from me."

It's a pity that the clash of swords and swords was noisy and chaotic, and it was very weak when it reached the swamp. It seemed that no mosquitoes were afraid of such a small sound.

The pocket hanging from Qianqing's waist shook violently up and down, and Amao called repeatedly, but no one heard it either.

Then I heard screams reaching the limit from the other side of the swamp, and someone began to curse loudly.

He scolded Lin Zichu so much that he would not be saved even if he was a ghost, and so on.

Qianqing was furious, and was about to step forward, but Lin Zichu's wrist was tightly grabbed by Lin Zichu, like a pair of iron clamps.

Lin Zichu didn't seem to care about other people's curses at all, he pulled Qianqing in front of him, and ordered everyone: "Go back quickly."

After finishing speaking, he and all the monks hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

"Brother, it's too late!"

"Ah Qing, let's go!"

The jungle is wet and the soil is mossy.

Several people walked very fast, leaving heavy footprints on the mud.

Qian Qing was in a hurry, suddenly thought of something, and froze for a moment.

Then he looked resolute and suddenly made up his mind.

Bend the fingers of your right hand, put them on your lips, close your eyes and blow for a long time.

Then he heard a sharp whistle resounding through the sky, echoing in the Optimus Pillar.

The Pillar of Optimus, the Palace of the Immortal Lord of Dongkun.

On the Qiongtai in the hall, there are four exquisitely carved colored pillars, from which a gurgling aura flows out from the hollow, visible to the naked eye, like water mist, extremely dense.

Two slender-necked cranes stood quietly under the pillars of Qiongtai, peacefully and comfortably.

There was a breeze blowing into the hall, mixed with inexplicable sounds.

As if they heard something, for some reason, the two cranes stopped combing their feathers, stretched their necks and spread their wings, and walked towards the gate of the palace with high cranes.

After taking two steps, he stopped, and there was a hint of doubt in Crane's agile animal pupils, which disappeared in an instant.

The Pillar of Optimus, Zhenhui Peak, and Banxie Pavilion.

In Zhaoming Xianjun Palace, a long rusty sword hangs in the air.

The long sword was dilapidated, with cracks on the blade and hilt. Before getting close, one could smell the stench of blood on the long sword.

Even so, this long sword was still placed in the center of the Banxie Pavilion, and Feng Zhaoming used layers of spells to keep it tightly guarded.

It seems that this long sword is the most precious treasure of Zhengyang Xianzong.

When the cranes chirped, the sword that had been silent for more than ten years trembled invisibly...

The so-called Qingtian has three dangers, and the danger is impassable.

Among the three dangers, the Swamp Mosquito King ranks first, all because of the fierce temperament of the mosquitoes, they like to attack them in groups, and their combat power is extraordinary, causing many monks to die on the pillar of the sky.

Until a few years ago, Immortal Feng Zhaoming went down the mountain to punish the evil mosquitoes. The power of the first battle made the evil mosquitoes no longer dare to regard the lives of monks like ants, and would not take the initiative to provoke them easily.

But even with the majesty and deterrence of the Immortal Monarch, once the fierce mosquitoes and beasts are angered, it is extremely difficult for anyone to escape.

...it is extremely difficult to escape.

A young monk who looked to be in his twenties was forced to retreat by the fierce mosquitoes, and fell into the swamp in embarrassment, covered in foul-smelling mud.

He is a new low-level disciple of the Kaiyuan Sword Sect. This time he came to climb the Optimus Pillar with his brothers and sisters. Who wants to anger the fierce mosquitoes and cause death.

He has just stepped into the cultivation world with one foot, and he has not even had time to ask the female cultivator he likes, what is her name...

Looking at the ferocious mosquito that was rushing towards him, the young monk looked hopeless, couldn't help but grasped the sword and squeezed the spell.

Suddenly, a clear whistle came through my ears.

Echoes in the jungle.

The originally frightening mosquitoes shrank back and shook their bodies like a child stealing food being beaten by their mother after hearing the whistle.

Bean Eye was still staring greedily at the young monk, struggling.

Immediately afterwards, there was another long whistle, which was sharper than before, like a reprimand.

The fierce mosquito wailed, flapped its wings, turned its head and walked away.

The young monk stared blankly at everything in front of him, escaped from death, but didn't know what happened.

"...Zichu fellow Taoist doesn't know what kind of innate supernatural power, just relying on the sound of the whistle, can drive away the evil mosquitoes. Could it be that the cold dragon lying on the snow body is really so magical?"

"If it wasn't for Fellow Daoist Zichu, I might have attracted the Mosquito King after we suffered heavy injuries this time."

"Fellow Daoist Gao Yi, it's a great blessing that Gao Xian is strong today!"

Optimus Prime, Phase [-], In the Jungle.

Dozens of disciples of Kaiyuan Sword Sect were wounded and bleeding profusely.

They untied the leggings, applied the powder, and strangled the wound to prevent bleeding.

Although the monks in Linjiazhuang were reluctant, considering that they were sect disciples, they stayed and guarded the surrounding area for them.

Lin Zichu didn't hear the compliments from the crowd, and looked at Qianqing from time to time, showing a thoughtful expression.

Qian Qing heard the disciples of the Sword Sect praise Lin Zichu, smiled slightly, and suddenly said:

"Although the eldest brother is powerful, all the senior brothers are not idlers. They will not be at a disadvantage in the fight against the prime minister of the three dangers. Even if the eldest brother does not make a move, relying on you alone, after a few more time, you can defeat the evil mosquito. After all, Sect disciples are different!"

The disciple of Jianzong was taken aback, wondering if Qianqing was mocking.

It can be seen that his expression is sincere, and everyone thinks that this child does not understand the truth.

Even if he knew it, he still felt very comfortable being praised by such a handsome young man.The disciple evaded a few words: "Where, where."

With a smug expression, his affection for Qianqing doubled.

Qian Qing sneered in her heart, but she was even more respectful on the surface.

Not far away, there was a young monk who was covered in silt and had a stench to the sky.

He sat there blankly, trembling all over, his eyes glazed over, as if he had been frightened stupid.