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

What a rain.

There was a handsome man, dressed in a royal blue robe, his eyes were dull, and his consciousness stabbed the surroundings arrogantly and rudely.

He spread out his palm, let the raindrops fall on his palm, then rubbed it carefully, and calculated with a smile.

After a while, the man shook his robe and said to the guard behind him:

"Return."

"Yes, suzerain."

Sect Master Bairen was very strict, he clearly came to visit Zhengyang Immortal Sect, but he refused to go, and no one dared to question it.

He looked cheerful, with cold eyes and a smile on his face.

...Feng Xianjun, it's time.

The torrential rain, pouring like a note, is like the Milky Way pouring down.

Feng Zhaoming sat cross-legged on Qingluan's body, holding two spirit stones in his hands, and the milky white spirit continuously penetrated into his body.

Not long after, Feng Zhaoming suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be an invisible energy wave, which blatantly shot out, forcing the surrounding aura to escape.

Xianjun's spiritual pressure suddenly rose, and his spiritual power skyrocketed.

The Qingluan under the seat screamed, stopped flying, and turned to look at the master.

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in an instant.

Miao Yishanhe!

This is the teleportation method used by Immortal Feng Zhaoming to become famous in the world, and no one below the out-of-body monk can compete with it.

Even though Immortal Pu Zhizhang was in front of him and Feng Zhaoming's body hadn't recovered yet, he didn't hesitate and immediately used this strongest move.

Even if you have to pay the price.

It was all because he felt that the aura of the Immortal Lord's legacy was gradually weakening, and it would be too late to delay.

Feng Zhaoming's long body appeared, he took a breath tremblingly, paused his steps, swayed, and then stood still.

There was gurgling blood, flowing down the corner of his lips.

As if unconsciously, he frowned, looked up at the smooth mountain wall in front of him, and then quickly walked into the entrance of Jiuqubaguan, following the faint remaining breath of the child, he quickly searched for it, his figure was swift and fierce, Like a ghost.

Feng Zhaoming pinched his fingers and used his great thoughts to calculate the child's whereabouts.

However, he had only calculated the appearance of the fairy lord's son not long ago, and he could only feel his breath, and he didn't even know his name.

At this moment, following the aura left by the son of the fairy lord, he hurried towards the mountain wall with difficulty.

He could feel that the child was falling, getting closer and closer to him, but his vitality was weakened, as if he was seriously injured.

Feng Zhaoming's personality was indifferent, even though he was burning with anxiety, he only frowned slightly, without any expression on his face.

Optimus Prime, Phase [-], Swamp Jungle.

Sensing Feng Zhaoming's aura, Pu Zhizhang was startled, smiled wryly twice, and shook his head.

In his haste, he summoned the disciples under the seat of Immortal Baizang to look for the immortal master's veins together with Pu Zhizhang.

Since Pu Zhizhang was a cultivator of transforming spirits, he was walking extremely fast, and it was difficult for the disciple who had cultivated the Golden Core to follow. Later, Pu Zhizhang even supported the opponent's armpit with one hand, and carried him forward.

Mumen Qizheng was terrified, and said: "Pu Zhizhang Xianjun..."

"Time is running out, so don't talk too much," Pu Zhizhang said softly, "The reason why I called you to follow me in search of the Immortal Lord's legacy is because you have a single-wood physique, which is very useful in Jiuqubaguan. Come down, I will transmit to you my Immortal Master's son's remnant appearance, aura and consciousness from Immortal Feng Zhaoming, you should remember it carefully."

Mu Men Qi looked solemn and said, "Yes!"

After he saw the teenage boy in his mind clearly, Mu Menqi opened his eyes wide, 'Ah! ' with a sound, said: "This person... I have seen this person!"

On the mountain wall of Optimus Pillar, there was a woman in red who jumped down from nine bends and eight passes.

Her face was tense, and she kept spitting out sticky silk from her mouth, guarding against the fierce kite that was approaching to attack.

Then I heard the melodious chirping of the fierce kite, but the mouth that opened and closed gave off a stench.

The woman in red fell rapidly, and the further she fell, the more vivid her expression became, until she even showed a girlish blush on her pale face.

Her spiritual consciousness is wide open, and the powerful spiritual consciousness of the out-of-body monk can make her aware of the movement happening far away.

Not long after, I heard a Nascent Soul cultivator uttering evil words:

"Thief boy, how dare you do this? Even if you swallow the Burning Token, I will open your chest, break your belly, and take it out!"

Qian Qing snorted coldly, ignored her, with a fierce expression on her face.

Hearing Qian Qing's voice, the woman trembled all over, panting uncontrollably, she was ecstatic, and murmured: "Little Grandpa."

Seeing Qian Qing brazenly raising her hand, the veins on her neck swelled up, she swallowed the scorching fire order of the world's most scorching sun into her stomach.

"No!"

The woman in red was nervous, she knew she couldn't touch her, but she still stretched her hand forward, as if she wanted to grab Qian Qing's resolute hand.

Optimus Pillar, the second stage, nine tunes and eight passes.

There were more than a dozen disciples in green robes, with huge swords behind their backs, gathered together in twos and threes, and began to discuss.

"...I heard that this time, the eight immortals of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, except those who traveled abroad, all went down the mountain, disregarding the duty of protecting the mountain, just to find the legacy of the immortal master."

"The legacy of the Immortal Lord? According to the legend, with the bone of the Immortal Lord Dongkun as the backbone and the flesh and blood of Fairy Lanqiu Gui as the flesh, a child who was born without knowing where to go?"

"Exactly. From the looks of it, the Zhengyang Immortal Sect seems to have calculated the news about him, and then poured all the power of the Immortal Sect to seal the Optimus Pillar."

These dozen or so youths dressed in green robes and carrying huge swords were the disciples of Kaiyuan Sword Sect who survived the face of Queen Baimosquito.

When they came, they were high-spirited, but they met the Swamp Mosquito King, and more than half of them were injured, and everyone was distraught.

Fortunately, I met the disciples of Zhengyang Xianzong Shoushan, not only helped them escape, but also led them to Jiuqubaguan, so as not to be attacked by fierce mosquitoes again.

But as soon as he arrived at the entrance of Jiuqu Baguan, the disciple guarding the mountain received an order from the immortal, and rushed down to seal the mountain.

The few disciples of Kaiyuan Jianzong sat at the entrance at first, and they could hear the buzzing of fierce mosquitoes from time to time, and they were terrified.

Measured left and right, it still entered the nine bends and eight passes, the legendary spectacle of the fairy mountain.

I thought that as long as I didn't go too far, I would go back the same way.But the terrain here is too complicated, and the dozen or so surviving disciples still got lost here.

So they didn't dare to go any further, and stopped one after another, waiting for help.

While waiting, they talked about Zhengyang Xianzong's search for the immortal master's legacy.

After all, he is a young man, although he was still in a heavy mood just now, but after talking here, he became excited again.

A straightforward disciple said:

"Immortal Master Baizang ordered the mountain to be closed, proving that the Immortal Master's legacy is on the Pillar of Optimus at this moment. Maybe it will be mixed among us."

There was a thin-skinned disciple who blushed immediately and cursed: "Bah, the legacy of the Immortal Lord, my father's family belongs to my family. I hope my family is powerful and powerful, and the sky is noble and unattainable. How...how? Could it be us?"

"It can't be you, but it may be someone else. Counting, the immortal master's legacy is five out of ten this year, and I am actually 15 years old."

"This makes sense. Most of us are 15 years old, and many of us have no father or mother and only rely on the sect."

"In the entire Optimus Pillar, except for Xianzong, who is more talented than the disciples of Kaiyuan Jianzong?"

After a few words, the hearts of the dozen or so disciples were warmed. Although they knew that this matter was too lucky and impossible, they still had a little bit of luck.

While talking, suddenly the surrounding spiritual energy escaped, and the spiritual wave shook.

Everyone only felt a powerful spiritual pressure, whistling.This spiritual pressure was too compelling, it came from a distance, like a strong wind blowing on the face, it made everyone's cheeks hurt, and they had to raise their hands to cover their faces.

Someone squinted and saw an elegant man from a distance, with scarlet brows, like a half-faced yin-yang fish.

The young monk's complexion was pale, and when he walked, he seemed to be strolling in a garden, but with a majestic momentum, he shrunk to an inch, and walked very fast.

Looking at it, the disciple stood there in a daze, and his heart was beating wildly at the same time.

If... If you guessed right, this young man should be the head of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Feng Zhaoming.

That's right, such a piercing spiritual pressure must be something that only Feng Xianjun can have.

But I don't know why Xianjun came here suddenly?

Is it difficult?

The disciple's mouth was dry, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, thinking, could it be that the immortal master's legacy is really among these dozen people?

He watched Feng Zhaoming rushing towards this side helplessly, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and he was extremely nervous.

Then Immortal Feng Zhaoming walked straight towards him!

That disciple's heart would burst with joy, he is exactly fifteen this year, and he has no parents, could it be himself...

Xianjun's aura blew towards his face like a gale, stabbing like a knife, but the disciple's expression became more and more excited. Compared with being selected by the Kaiyuan Sword Sect to become a disciple of the sect, he was a thousand times more excited.

Feng Zhaoming's expression was indifferent, the speed of the cultivator's movement was extraordinary, and he was not far away from more than a dozen disciples in the blink of an eye.

Is it...!

Seeing Xianjun Feng Zhaoming walking in front of him, the Sword Sect disciple almost fainted.

At this moment, Xianjun Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, understated, skipped the disciple of Kaiyuan Sword Sect, and passed him by.Xianjun didn't even move his eyes, as if he didn't see them, and he didn't speak politely, only the breeze blew by.

The joyful expression on the disciple's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched in embarrassment, and he turned to look at the back of Xianjun leaving.

He sighed in disappointment, and murmured:

"I said... such a good thing, how could it hit us?"

Seeing that Qian Qing swallowed the Que Yan scorching fire order into her stomach in order to die, Sun Ruwei was shocked and furious, wishing to smash Qian Qing to ashes.

It should be noted that the Queyan Scorching Fire Order is derived from the Queyan Ercrane, Zhiyang Zhiyan, ordinary low-level monks, will turn into ashes with a slight touch.Not even a high-level monk would dare to put it in his mouth.

Qian Qing's actions are undoubtedly unprecedented and unprecedented.

The intention to go is firm and cruel.

This scorching fire has the will of a crane, and when Qianqing holds it, it is still a little reluctant, like a dragonfly caught by an urchin, shaking from side to side.

However, when Qianqing put the token into her mouth, the floating pattern of the crane on the token of the scorching fire suddenly stretched its giant wings, stretched its thin neck, stood on one foot, the beak of the crane spread apart, like a dancing crane, faintly flashing crimson light.

With a grunt, the boy stuffed the three-finger-wide token hard into his throat.

Sun Ruwei was furious.That's right, he still has countless torture methods in his hands, but he was afraid that Qianqing would seek death, so he didn't use them.

But even though he was so lenient, Qian Qing, this little bastard, still chose to go against her.

He originally thought that meeting Qianqing was his luck.

Looking at it now, there is nothing wrong with it, but all of this has come to naught because of Qian Qing's death.

Thinking of the heinous crime of killing the immortal master's legacy, not only will he be hunted down by the immortal master, but he will also face the thunderous wrath of Feng Zhaoming, the No. 1 combat power in Zhengwuzhou, and he cannot escape death.

However, it seems that this life will not be in vain if buried with the immortal master's legacy!

Thinking of this, Sun Ruwei's eyes were red, he rushed down, and said angrily:

"I'm going to hack you into pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

However, at this moment, an extremely angry female voice suddenly came from behind Sun Ruwei. She snorted and roared, "Presumptuous!"

The sound was like thunder, reverberating in the sky and the earth, and the mountains echoing it, it was deafening.

The cold sweat on Sun Ruwei's back immediately soaked his clothes, and a sense of life-and-death crisis lingered in his heart for an instant.

His neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to turn his head. After feeling the terrifying spiritual pressure behind him, he quickly fell and fled.

However, Sun Ruwei's figure suddenly stopped for some reason, as if stuck in mid-air, unable to move at all.

"what is this?!"

Sun Ruwei roared, raised his sword again and again, and slashed around.

It turned out that at some point around him, a circle of cobweb-like sticky silk was densely wrapped around Sun Ruwei.

And he was like a dying insect, no matter how he moved his limbs, he couldn't escape.

At this moment, a woman in red flew up and down, without even looking at Sun Ruwei, she hurriedly chased after Qianqing.

Its fall was very fast, and the wind howled, causing the woman's robe to fly, her black hair swung back, revealing her beautiful face.

When he saw Qianqing, an eager look appeared on his face.

She vomited spider webs continuously from her mouth, her moves were venomous, like crazy, and knocked away the Buluo fierce kites around her who were trying to attack Qianqing.

There is no chic posture that a monk should have.

The woman's figure fell rapidly, and soon she landed beside Qianqing.Seeing Qianqing's bruised and thin appearance, she couldn't help trembling all over, almost going crazy.The woman paused, stretched her arms, and held Qianqing tightly in her arms.

"...good boy."

The woman in red put her cheek against Qian Qing's contentedly, and once she changed her crazy expression just now, her face changed extremely quickly.Her voice was soft, like a loving mother saying: "It's all right."

"Wanniang is here...it's all right."