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

Zhengwuzhou, Puyue Sect, and Bairen Sect are outside the main hall.

Numerous Puyue Sect disciples patrolled back and forth, monitoring all corners of the Sect to ensure safety.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard suddenly, and all the disciples turned their heads in astonishment, looking into the distance.

Outside the main hall of Bairen Sect, there were steaming ashes, and when the palace shook, they jumped up into the sky.

Through the window, one can see the crimson flames inside like purgatory.

However, the disciple glanced at the hall from afar, then quickly turned around and continued patrolling.

That's because Sect Master Bairen had told them the day before yesterday that once Immortal Feng Zhaoming entered Puyue Immortal Sect, when the two of them were alone, no matter what happened, no one would be allowed to come forward without authorization.

Although Sect Master Bairen is young, he has a lot of prestige. No one in Puyue Sect dared to resist the order of the Sect Master, so no one approached the hall of Sect Master Bairen.

From time to time, the sound of spiritual pressure collisions could be heard in the hall.The powerful spiritual pressure belonging to the cultivator of Huashen made a very strange and powerful sound. The disciples of Puyue Sect were amazed when they heard it for the first time.

If I have to say it, this sound is a powerful supernatural power, the sound when the air is squeezed to the extreme.

When the consciousness collides, it will often make a similar sound.However, Feng Zhaoming and Patriarch Bairen, both of them have high cultivation bases and rare heroes, they are of course different compared to others.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of explosions and compressions in the hall gradually stopped.

The trembling beams also fell silent.

One of the disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his thoughts finally stopped.

There was such a loud noise in the hall, it might be that Sect Master Bairen was fighting with Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming.

I don't know the result?

Presumably, the two of them are old friends, they will learn martial arts, and they will not strike too harshly, nor will they be too serious.Sect Master Bai Ren would probably be more polite, even if he lost, he would not be ashamed.

However, as a disciple of Boyue Sect, I still earnestly hope that the Sect Master can win...

The disciple's footsteps became much lighter.

However, at this time, the hall of Sect Master Bairen was not at all as the disciple imagined.

The decorations in the hall were crumbling here and there, the porcelain was broken on the ground, the fairy flowers and spirit grass were withered and blackened, and gray smoke came out.

Sect Master Bai Ren knelt on the bed, his left hand was cut behind his back, and he held the Bai Ren Sword in his right hand, but his wrist was controlled by Feng Zhaoming, and the tip of the sword pointed at the heart of Sect Master Bai Ren.

Feng Zhaoming bent over and stood behind Patriarch Bairen with a calm expression.

He said softly:

"Please suzerain give blood."

"..." Sect Master Bairen suppressed the feeling of dizziness, closed his eyes, took a breath, and said viciously: "If I say no to it, I won't give it!"

A sullen look flashed across Feng Zhaoming's eyes: "I hope the suzerain will fulfill his previous promise."

"Hehe...Feng Xianjun, I didn't know what honesty is back then. Do you think that I can learn to be good in just a dozen years?"

"Since that's the case," Feng Zhaoming sighed silently, and said with firm eyes, "I'm sorry."

"How dare you?!" Sect Master Bai Ren's face was ruthless, and he struggled vigorously where he was subdued.

Feng Zhaoming spewed out the immortal power with his left hand, squeezed Sect Master Bairen and cut his left hand back, saying: "Binding Immortal Art."

Then I saw a fiery red bracelet-shaped flame circle appearing out of thin air on the left wrist of Sect Master Bairen, sticking to his back.

Sect Master Bai Ren only felt that his left hand was pulled by a huge force, and he could no longer move.

In his rage, he writhed and struggled, but Feng Zhaoming's left hand resolutely bypassed Bairen Sect Master's eyes, and together with Bairen Sect Master's right hand held the hilt of Bairen Sword.

Use your hands together.

Feng Zhaoming also stuck to Sect Master Bairen's back, leaning forward, forcing Sect Master Bairen to approach the tip of the sword.

Sect Master Bai Ren tried his best to retreat with his right hand, but he couldn't help Feng Zhaoming's powerful strength.

Accused of the sword trembling violently, the cold light is pressing, unwilling to compromise.

Feng Zhaoming's fiery chest was pressed tightly against the back of Patriarch Bairen.It's ridiculous that when the two of them had sex, they were never so close.

Sect Master Bairen slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes.

He gave up resisting, suddenly changed his tone, and said softly: "Feng Xianjun, please be gentle. It doesn't matter if you stab my heart, you are so close to me, if it pierces through, the sword will have no eyes, and it will stab you together , That's not good. You must have heard how painful it is to stab someone with a sword. If it really hurts you,... I will feel sorry for you."

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, but the movement of his right hand slowed down.

It wasn't because he was afraid of his words, but because Feng Zhaoming knew that this person was full of tricks, behind these words, there was nothing waiting for Feng Zhaoming.

as predicted.

Sect Master Bairen cleared his throat and said quite relaxedly:

"Mr. Fengxian doesn't know something. This 'Even if we meet each other, we should not know' is extremely powerful. Even a thief like Sun Ruwei who stole his knowledge can destroy the massive fragments of time in the little fairy's mind."

Sun Ruwei's eyebrows were completely white, and his appearance looked old, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Sect Master Bairen calling him a 'little thief' lightly.

After all, strength is the most important thing in the realm of comprehension. Feng Zhaoming is only a thousand years old now, and there are quite a few white-haired monks who call him 'grandfather'.

Sect Master Bairen knelt on the bed, leaning forward, his black hair scattered in front of him, covering his distorted expression.

He said: "However, it is easy to destroy everything, but it is difficult to restore it. I don't know how many fragments of time Sun Ruwei destroyed in the head of the little fairy? If he can't remember anything, he has to restore it, even if Lord Fengxian drained me alive today, It doesn't help either..."

Sect Master Bairen laughed loudly, but he laughed, his chest felt sore, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Feng Zhaoming looked down, and the point of the sword that had stopped gradually moved forward, piercing the skin of Sect Master Bairen's chest.

The soreness suddenly turned into reality, and Sect Master Bai Ren stopped struggling. He leaned his head back and pillowed it on Feng Zhaoming's shoulder, and said sinisterly, "I don't know that Lord Feng killed his sect in the Boyue Sect under the blue sky and broad daylight." If the suzerain is killed, how many monks in Zhengwuzhou will be killed...you..."

The Bairen Immortal Sword hurts people the most, and it really isn't just rumors.Sect Master Bairen's teeth chattered, and he paused in speaking.

"If you're like this... what would Immortal Master Dongkun think?"

Although the expression was ferocious, it seemed to contain the meaning of begging for mercy.

Feng Zhaoming said: "I only take a handful of suzerain's blood, the suzerain's great kindness will never be forgotten."

Sect Master Bairen gasped, closed his eyes, trembled all over, and endured the sharp pain in his chest.

The blood dripping from his chest did not fall on the ground, but hung in the air.Soon, a handful of blood flowed out.

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his left hand, cast a healing spell on Bai Ren's chest, slowly drew out the fairy sword, and released the imprisonment of the opponent's left hand.

Then he took out the fairy weapon, put the blood of Patriarch Bairen into it, turned around and left.

Sect Master Bairen raised his hands and lay on his side on the bed.

With his consciousness released, he looked at Feng Zhaoming.

When the man was about to open the door of the palace, Sect Master Bai Ren said:

"...I just surrendered to Xianjun, and Yu Wen didn't retreat, and you confronted me with a sword. It's my own humiliation. This time I finally learned from Xianjun's high righteousness, haha..."

The laughter was more sorrowful than crying, Feng Zhaoming paused, then opened the wooden door of the palace with both hands, and said, "I hope the suzerain can take care of himself. Zhaoming bids farewell."

The wooden door was opened wide, and the dazzling sunlight outside the door shone in.

After Feng Zhaoming left, the wooden door closed again, blocking the scorching heat, and the hall was silent.

A monk transmitted voice outside the door and asked:

"Sect Master, Feng Xianjun has left Puyue Sect. What should I do with the moon-watching refreshments I prepared earlier?"

"roll!!"

The disciple was startled, and said again and again: "Yes, yes!"

Then there was no more sound.

Sect Master Bairen yelled angrily, put his hands on his hands and knelt up from the bed.He turned his head and looked outside, trembling all over.

After Feng Zhaoming left Puyue Sect, he took out the container containing the blood of Sect Master Bairen and put it in front of him.

It was a square vessel with smooth edges and corners, which looked thick and dignified.

This container, called a crystal box, is like crystal in color and is best at holding liquids.Through the container, you can also see the blood slowly flowing inside.

Feng Zhaoming's right hand fingers slowly stroked the box wall, closed his eyes and sighed silently.

Clenched the crystal box tightly with the palm of your hand, opened it lightly, and then clenched it tightly again.

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were complicated and incomprehensible...

When he returned to Optimus Pillar, Zhengyang Xianzong Zhengdongmen.

A fairy boy hurriedly flew towards him with his sword, it was Feng Zhaoming's boy, Qingfeng.

He has followed Feng Zhaoming for a long time, and it is rare for him to be so anxious.

Feng Zhaoming frowned and looked at him.

The breeze was far away, so it sent a sound transmission to Feng Zhaoming.

Said: "Xianjun, the Xianjun is not good, the little fairy master was coaxed by Wanxian, and must... go down the mountain!"