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

The woman in red forgot everything and hugged Qianqing tightly, even if the person in her arms was breathless, it did not stop the woman's affection.

Not long after, she pulled Qianqing's messy hair behind her ears and said softly:

"Little Lord, Wanniang will take you to a safe place..."

At this moment, two powerful spiritual pressure, one in front and one in the back, appeared here almost at the same time.

A gentle male voice said loudly:

"Fellow Taoist Wanxian stay for a while."

The woman in red, known as Wanxian, had a soft and submissive expression when she was talking to Qianqing's body before.

And when she heard the male voice, the woman suddenly looked up, her face was ferocious, her pupils shrank, as thin as a needle point, she looked like a beast.

The two figures fought side by side.The former is dressed in a red and white robe, and is the Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

Standing slightly behind, wearing an apricot-colored yellow robe, is Pu Zhizhang Xianjun.

Pu Zhizhang saw Qianqing in Wanxian's hands at a glance, and noticed that there was no breath of life on him, and his face was impatient, and he said anxiously: "The son of the fairy master is in critical condition, please ask fellow Taoists to hand him over to us, Zhengyang Xianzong I will do my best to save the little grandpa's life."

Wanxian sneered: "Are you worthy too?"

Pu Zhizhang felt a little embarrassed when he said it.

You must know that Wanxian is the beast spirit under the control of the Immortal Master Dongkun, and does not belong to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. The world only obeys the orders of the Immortal Master Dongkun.

Afterwards, Immortal Lord Dongkun passed away. Although she voluntarily sacrificed her life for the common people, Wanxian still had no reason to hate Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

Such a conflict of words can be imagined.

Fortunately, Pu Zhizhang is in the position of a fairy lord, with an easy-going disposition, and he doesn't care about everything. He said solemnly: "Friend Wanxian Taoist, this matter is no small matter. Let's put aside the prejudice against private matters, and only consider the son of the fairy lord. There are monks in Zhengyang Xianzong If you are good at soul dao, you will definitely be better than you. Before the time is too long, quickly hand over the young master to us, lest you drag him down to death!"

Wanxian sternly said: "Did you find the young master first, or did I find it first? I have my own way, so I don't need your intervention!"

Feng Zhaoming, who was standing beside Pu Zhizhang without saying a word, heard Wanxian's words at this time, suddenly moved his body like lightning, and rushed towards Wanxian.

Wanxian hugged Qianqing, retreated quickly, and said, "If you delay any longer, I won't be polite."

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, with a calm expression on his face, he reached forward with his right hand, only to snatch Qian Qing to his side.

Pu Zhizhang couldn't help being stunned when he saw Feng Zhaoming raised his hand to hit him, but he also knew that the situation was urgent, no matter that Fellow Taoist Wanxian was from the former sect of the Immortal Lord of Dongkun, he rushed forward and joined hands with Feng Zhaoming.

The majestic spiritual power collided with each other, and the light burst out.

Feng Zhaoming is the first disciple of the Immortal Lord of Dongkun, with a single-fire physique and a fighting spirit, his offensive is like a sword, and he is unstoppable.

Pu Zhizhang is a disciple of Baizang Immortal, his attack type is the same as his character, like spring rain, dense but not leaking.

As for Wanxian, she escaped from the Five Elements, because of her out-of-body cultivation, she can fight against two immortals at the same time with one person.

However, after a long time, Wanxian was also a little overwhelmed.

Because she embraced Qianqing with one arm, she could only fight with one hand.Moreover, her chest was still affected by an old injury, and the injury was serious.

The worst thing is...and told her to meet Feng Zhaoming.

As soon as Feng Zhaoming made a move, Wanxian was secretly startled.

After fighting for a while, I couldn't help but praise, "Great!" '

This cultivator is so powerful at such a young age, he really deserves to be the first disciple of the lord, among the cultivators recognized by Zhengwuzhou as the No.

Although Pu Zhizhang Xianjun is also a very outstanding figure, but at this time he can only reluctantly accept one or two moves of a monk who is out of the body like Wanxian.Most of the attacks were borne by Feng Zhaoming alone.

Feng Xianjun recruited and forced people without delay, regardless of Wanxian being his senior and not knowing the word courtesy, he wanted to snatch Qianqing away.

but……

Wanxian snorted, and said: "To take the young master from me, I really overestimate my capabilities."

Saying that, on the right arm where Wanxian and Feng Zhaoming met each other, there was a purple jade bracelet, shining brightly, suddenly enlarged, and fell off from Wanxian's hand.

Like a crocodile pouncing on its food, it snapped at Feng Zhaoming's right arm.

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he tried to ignore the injury to his right hand, and clamped Wanxian tightly.

Wanxian raised her arm and held Feng Zhaoming's hand instead.

Pu Zhizhang exclaimed in shock: "Feng Xianjun, be careful!"

At this moment, the purple jade bracelet was already wrapped around Feng Zhaoming's right arm, and sharp pinholes were exposed on the edge of the bracelet.

The purple bracelet tightened fiercely, piercing Feng Zhaoming's right arm.

Feng Zhaoming frowned, but did not moan.

He thrust forward brazenly with his left hand, wanting to catch Qianqing, but Wanxian protected Qianqing's whole body so tightly that no water could get in.

Feng Zhaoming is 970 years old today, majoring in the Dao of War Intent.Because "Nine Questions", the supreme fairy sword ranked second in the list of strange swords, recognized its master and became famous all over the world.

Later, he learned the art of Dao with the Immortal Master of Dongkun, and got the master's true biography.

Suppress evil spirits, rectify righteousness and punish chaos.

After the battle of Nielong, the Immortal Master of Dongkun sacrificed his life and passed away, leaving behind only one son, whose whereabouts are unknown.

The master treats him like a biological father, and the kindness of upbringing is hard to repay.

...Only this child, no matter what, he must get it back!

Feng Zhaoming's eyes were firm, his right hand was bleeding profusely, he grasped it in the air, and called out softly:

"Nine questions."

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual pressure suddenly rose.

Wanxian was frightened and backed away violently, but Pu Zhizhang followed suit, how could she escape.

Feng Zhaoming is the first disciple of the Immortal Lord Dongkun, so Wanxian naturally knows about Jiu Wen's recognition of the Lord.

But Jiuwen's sword is too domineering, Feng Zhaoming seldom takes it out even for cultivation.

The Immortal Lord Dongkun once said that if Feng Zhaoming's cultivation is not at the peak of transforming gods, using this sword forcibly may lead to an unstable soul.

Presumably Feng Zhaoming's eyes were red at this time, Wanxian didn't doubt that he would risk his soul instability, just to defeat Wanxian.

Because in all fairness, if Wanxian is Feng Zhaoming at this time, if Wanxian is Feng Zhaoming at this time, she will call out the Nine Questions Immortal Sword without hesitation.

The nine questions are famous.At this time, Wanxian has one against two, and it is quite difficult to escape.With the addition of the Nine Questions Immortal Sword, the situation will only get worse.

She slapped Feng Zhaoming desperately, the old wound on her chest was split open, the pain was unbearable, and she turned to run away.

At this moment, Feng Zhaoming, who was supposed to hold Jiu Wenjian's right hand, suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Qian Qing's body with force.

Then he didn't stop, he transferred Qianqing into Pu Zhizhang's arms, pushed with his left hand, and pushed Pu Zhizhang out of the battle.

Wanxian was stunned, and suddenly reacted, and shouted: "You lied to me!"

Feng Zhaoming's voice was cold, and he said to Pu Zhizhang, "Return to the sect."

Pu Zhizhang saw the cold sweat on Feng Zhaoming's forehead, looked at the lifeless boy in his arms, walked forward with his sword, and said: "I'm going."

"Little thief, dare you?" Wanxian rushed forward, but was stopped by Feng Zhaoming.

She blushed with anxiety and shouted, "Little Grandpa!"

But Pu Zhizhang knew Feng Zhaoming's vigorous and resolute character, even though he heard Wanxian's heart-piercing voice, he didn't dare to look back.

The farther Qianqing was from her, the more anxious the red-clothed woman became. She lost her mind, roared angrily, and rushed forward.

The tricks are fierce, as if they want to fight Feng Zhaoming desperately.

Feng Zhaoming was affected by her powerful spiritual pressure, his tendons were about to burst, he endured so much, his lips were stained with blood, but he blatantly did not back down.

If things go on like this, even if Wanxian can kill Feng Zhaoming, she will lose Qianqing and never catch up with Pu Zhizhang again.

Thinking of this, Wanxian's heart was about to explode. She bent her knees, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, and said: "Young Lord, he has suffered since he was a child. Now he is not yet 16 years old, but he is... This is the end of the insult. Immortal Lord Gao Yi, hand over the young master to me, and I will definitely have a magic method to bring him back to life."

Feng Zhaoming shook his head, and said coldly: "Fairies don't have to be like this. I will never back down on this matter."

The cultivation bases of both parties are not low, both are high-ranking monks in Zhengwuzhou, with extensive knowledge.Looking at Qianqing's situation, everyone has a method to rescue her, and feels that this method is unique and invincible, and does not believe that the other party can have a better method than himself.

Feng Zhaoming thinks that it is up to Immortal Baizang to save Qianqing, but Wanxian feels that no one can do it except herself, that's why the big fight happened just now.

Wanxian was still kowtowing, and the three long scars on her chest kept bleeding, which made her look even more miserable.

Feng Zhaoming turned sideways slightly, avoiding it, his eyes were firm, like a mountain like a mountain, and he would never compromise.

Wei Wei sighed softly and said, "Fairy can return to the sect with me."

Wanxian raised her head and glared at Feng Zhaoming, gritted her teeth, and said, "It's clear that I'm going to find the young master first..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the monk in front of him trembling all over, vomiting a big mouthful of blood, the skin all over his body was bleeding, and the red robe on his body was completely wet.

Wanxian was stunned:

"you……"

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

There was a female cultivator in white robes, who didn't look very young, with low eyebrows and a sympathetic look on her face.She took the hand of a little girl about seven or eight years old, and slowly walked into the entrance of nine twists and eight passes that discouraged low-ranking monks.

The little girl took a few steps, impatient with the female cultivator's slow pace, and ran forward by herself.

"Pei'er, don't be playful, if you get lost, I won't look for you as a teacher."

The little girl pouted, seemingly reluctant, and said, "I've been walking this road since I was a child. Even if I close my eyes, I won't get lost."

As she said that, the girl really closed her eyes, jumped up and down, and walked forward in big strides.

The female cultivator shook her head with a smile, her breath was calm, and if she didn't distinguish carefully, she was really no different from ordinary people.

The girl was full of confidence and jumped forward.

Because the eyes are closed, the sense of smell is particularly sensitive.

She faintly smelled the smell of blood in the air, she couldn't help but be taken aback, and opened her eyes.

Then he shouted: "Master—Master, come quickly, here lies a big...frozen big brother."

The female cultivator was not surprised when she heard the words, on the contrary, she seemed to know it already, and she instructed: "It's the body of the cold dragon lying in the snow, you have to be careful, don't touch it."