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

After a short and painful gasp, the sound of wet water gradually stopped, and the trembling curtain also fell silent.

Feng Zhaoming's clothes were not messed up, and after tidying up a bit, he supported the bed with one hand, got up quickly and left.

Sect Master Bairen held his breath, moved his eyes, looked at Feng Zhaoming's back, and said, "You..."

The voice is hoarse, and there is a hidden warmth in the depths.Sect Master Bairen paused, coughed lightly, and continued: "I originally wanted to stay with the fairy to enjoy the moon, but it's still early, why not..."

Before the words were finished, Feng Zhaoming turned his back on Sect Master Bai Ren, and interrupted mercilessly: "No need."

The anger in Sect Master Bairen's eyes gradually rose.

"Please suzerain give blood." Feng Zhaoming said calmly.

Sect Master Bairen kept silent, as if he was enduring his overwhelming anger.

It should be known that Feng Zhaoming cultivated until he became a god, and monks at this stage have intercourse for an extremely long time, like retreating, often lasting more than a hundred days.

However, just now, in order to shorten the time, Cai Feng Zhaoming suppressed the flow of spiritual power in his body, and with a body similar to that of a mortal, he bullied Patriarch Bairen.Not to mention rude, it is even more incomprehensible.

As long as the Patriarch Bairen has an evil intention, he can easily capture Feng Zhaoming by spewing spiritual power on the bed just now.

...He still doesn't know what to do!

Sect Master Bai Ren narrowed his eyes blindly, revealing a vicious look.

When the cultivator of Huashen got angry, the emotional impact was no small matter.

In an instant, the tables and chairs in the room shook for no reason and collided with each other, making impatient noises.

Around the fairy flower spirit grass, there is a destructive spiritual power, which gradually destroys the flowers and plants.

Among the two teacups on the table, one was overwhelmed and shattered, with a 'click' sound, which was quite crisp.

The disciples guarding outside the sect were all sweating profusely and breathless.

Just listening to the inside of the house, Patriarch Bairen said skeptically:

"...Why should Xianjun be so anxious?"

Feng Zhaoming put his hands behind his back to Sect Master Bai Ren, as if he was unconscious under the prying of the other party's forceful spiritual sense, he said: "I still have important tasks to shoulder, and there is no time to delay."

"Okay, haha, okay." Sect Master Bairen sneered twice, suddenly changed his expression, and said softly: "Feng Xianjun, you major in the Dao of War Intent and minor in the Dao of Time, so you must know the benefits of the Dao of Time. "

"..."

Sect Master Bairen talked about everything and said: "This Dao of Time, properly used, can predict the unknown future, turn the monks into good luck, and increase their luck. For ordinary people, money and wealth are at their fingertips. And the Dao of Time has been developed so far. The fundamental reason why monks flock to it is definitely that, practicing it to the peak, even... can prolong the life of monks."

"..."

"A monk's practice of Taoism is nothing more than fighting for his life against the heavens. Longevity and luck." Sect Master Bairen said gloomyly: "Feng Xianjun, I suddenly feel that the essence and blood are too precious to be handed over to you. Why don't you change it?" Others, what you want, the deity can satisfy..."

Feng Zhaoming turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like lightning, extremely fierce.

He turned around, looked at Sect Master Bairen, and asked:

"The meaning of what the suzerain said is to break the contract?"

Sect Master Bai Ren snorted, and sat up on the bed with his hands up.With a pain in his waist, he frowned slightly and leaned back.

He raised his hand again, where the palm passed, the messy clothes were restored to order, and the loose hair was also bundled up again.

Sect Master Bai Ren said slowly: "This deity wants to break the contract, so what?"

Suddenly, there was a 'hum! There was a long cry, and a majestic spiritual force roared over, wandering around the hall.

Reiatsu riots.

Feng Zhaoming said: "Since that's the case, forgive me for being rude."

"Are you going to take it by force?" Sect Master Bairen stood up from the bed abruptly, and a blue light shone in front of him.

The spiritual power in the hall suddenly rose.

Then he saw a royal blue long sword appearing in front of Sect Master Bairen, the sword body trembled and its momentum was like a rainbow.

The hilt of this sword is engraved with countless complex patterns, which are difficult to understand.At a glance, it makes people dizzy, only to feel that this sword seems to come from ancient times, which is shocking.

Even people with shallow cultivation can see that this strange pattern is probably related to the Dao of Time and Yin, which can reverse time and space, and make people feel admiration when they look at this sword.

This sword is exactly the celestial sword "Hundred Ren" ranked fourth on the list of strange swords.

Among the many fairy swords, this sword has a very special place.

That is, the Hundred Ninja Sword has the sharpest edge, the thinnest blade, and the most painful stabbing wounds.

Before Sun Ruwei secretly learned the first move of the four moves of time and time, "Even if you don't know each other", he was caught by Sect Master Bai Ren.

Sect Master Bairen used a knife to cut Sun Ruwei's flesh piece by piece, which was not considered torture for a monk.However, coupled with the Hundred Ren Immortal Sword, it caused him unbearable pain. Since then, his personality has changed drastically, becoming vicious and sinister.

It was precisely because the Patriarch of Bairen knew how powerful Feng Zhaoming was that he took out the Bairen Immortal Sword from the very beginning, obviously extremely defensive.

But Feng Zhaoming slightly lowered his head, glanced at the Bairen Immortal Sword, his expression remained motionless.

Then, he spread his right hand into a palm shape, put his five fingers together, pointed his palm at Sect Master Bairen, and said two words softly: "Suppress evil spirits."

In the next moment, with the palace as the boundary, there was a raging fire that shot up into the sky.

Sect Master Bai Ren felt that his throat seemed to be hooped, and his breathing was difficult.

Soon, his radiating consciousness was blocked.Sect Master Bairen has been blind for a long time, relying entirely on divine sense to detect things.

He was frightened and angry, and after taking a deep breath, he quickly calmed down and dealt with it with concentration.

...Suppress evil spirits!

This move is one of the supernatural powers formed by Feng Zhaoming's self-perception when he sat cross-legged on the top of Zhenhui Peak and looked at the Banxie Pavilion when he just broke through the cultivation of transforming spirits.

To put it simply, the function of suppressing evil is to forcibly confine the spiritual consciousness released by the monk in the body, and then use the spiritual consciousness of the caster to oppress the spiritual consciousness of the other party.

For monks, since the beginning of cultivation, they can release their spiritual consciousness and explore the distance, which can not only replace vision, but also replace hearing, even smell and taste.

And when the spiritual consciousness is withdrawn from the body, it is like the human soul, restricting the human body.Once the consciousness is oppressed, it is like the soul is oppressed, and the monk is unable to move like the body is oppressed.

This move is a real collision of spiritual consciousness, if Feng Zhaoming's spiritual consciousness is weaker than the opponent's, it is very likely that he will be suppressed instead.

It's just that Feng Zhaoming is proficient in the way of fighting spirit, and his spiritual sense is extremely powerful. This trick of suppressing evil is used to frighten the enemy. Up to now, there has been no defeat.

Sect Master Bairen took a breath, and drew out the Bairen Immortal Sword with his right hand, pointing the tip of the sword to the ground,

He stepped forward and walked towards Feng Zhaoming.

The body of the Bairen Immortal Sword flashed a cold light, it was so sharp that it was terrifying to look at——

Optimus Pillar, nine tunes and eight passes.

There was a female cultivator in white, standing in the white mist, looking around, as if she was waiting for someone.

She waited for a long time, Jiuqu Baguan was as quiet as usual, and no one came.The nun was a little disappointed, but she still stood there, motionless.

Almost at the same time as the female cultivator sighed, a clear male voice suddenly appeared behind her.

The man frightened people, and when he was silent, he opened his mouth suddenly and said:

"I don't know why Master called the deity to come this time?"

The female cultivator in white immediately turned her head, and saw the visitor wearing a silver-white robe, with a hexagonal snowflake-shaped token hanging from her waist, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her eyes were cynical.

The female cultivator looked at him for a while, and said, "I don't dare to be a 'Master'. Xuanying Xianzun, you are so grateful for your old feelings, you can come here. I have something to ask for your help..."

"Wait a minute," the monk in the silver-white robe was unexpectedly Xuanying Xianzun, one of the four Xianzun of Zhengyang Xianzong. Save the life of this deity, and teach this deity the skills of practice, this deity is grateful for your help, and calls you master. Since you dare not be, then this deity is not polite, and only calls you a kind and benevolent Sanren."

"..."

The female cultivator in white robe frowned and forbearance.She already understood Xuanying Xianzun's personality of turning his face and denying others.But he was impatient to help with anything he wasn't interested in.

Sure enough, he continued:

"The relationship between you and this deity as a teacher and apprentice has been broken many years ago when this deity became one of the four masters of Zhengyang Xianzong. This deity has no obligation to do things for you. If there is nothing else to say, this deity will go ahead and don't send it away."

If it is said that Xuanying Immortal Venerable was a disciple of Shanci Sanren before, he was a teacher for a day and a teacher for the rest of his life, it is really disrespectful for him to speak to his master in such a tone.

However, the female cultivator in white robe seemed to be used to it and didn't take it seriously.

Only when Xuanying Xianzun turned around, said:

"Xuanying Xianzun, I don't know the cold dragon lying on the snow body, are you interested?"

"What?" Xuanying Xianzun shrank his pupils and turned his head.

Looking at the face of the white-robed female cultivator, the corners of Xianzun Xuanying's mouth curled up, almost touching her ears.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable asked: "Sanci Sanren, aren't you deceiving this deity? If you disappoint this deity, this deity will make you regret..."

The female cultivator in white robe shook her head and said, "A few days ago, I rescued a child named Lin Zichu. He is the only monk in Zhengwuzhou who has the body of a cold dragon lying in snow. I'm afraid you have heard of it. I and him We are very destined, and he is like a master and apprentice. At this moment, the spiritual power in Lin Zichu's body is rampant, and his pulse points are moving up, which is difficult to control. I need your help."

Xuanying Xianzun paused, and asked: "What are the benefits?"

"The advantage is that I allow you to teach him the art of cultivating immortals," the female cultivator in white said solemnly, "but there are three chapters of the agreement. First, you must save Lin Zichu's life. Second, you are not allowed to do any harm to him. Three, don't lead him into Zhengyang Immortal Sect to become your disciple."

Xuanying Immortal Venerable was furious, his robe bulged without wind, shaking violently, making a hunting sound, saying: "Old thief, how dare you play with me!"