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

Zhengwuzhou respects the dragon, and most ordinary people's homes enshrine the dragon-shaped totem, begging for the prosperity of the country and the people.

A dragon was also sealed between Qianqing's forehead.

This dragon is unusual, it is a divine beast Fulong.According to the legend, Fulong lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, and was fierce and ferocious.

To this day, no one has been able to tame it.

Such a divine beast should not be able to be sealed. If it were someone else, as soon as Fulong got into his forehead, that person would explode and die because he couldn't bear Fulong's powerful spiritual power.

Fortunately, the divine beast sealed between Qianqing's forehead is not an adult Fulong, but a small dragon evolved from the scales of Fulong, sleeping for many years.Adulthood is still a long time away.

And Qianqing is not an ordinary person, he is the only son of the fairy master Dongkun, born by the fairy Lan Qiugui.With the bones of the Immortal Lord Dongkun as the bone, the flesh of the Fairy Lanqiu Gui as the flesh, and the blood of the Zun family, he has a strong physique.After the pulse is opened, the physique is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This series of reasons came together to form the current situation.

However, the Fulong between Qianqing's forehead is like a firecracker about to be ignited, staying inside Qianqing's body is extremely dangerous.

All because Fulong longed for freedom.

Fulong between Qianqing's forehead needs to sleep now, and when he was asleep, he was quite stable.However, once he wakes up, according to his arrogant personality, he will never stay in a small world.

If Fulong can't be accepted as a divine beast, then Qianqing will either let it go, or be turned upside down by Fulong, and there will never be a day of peace.

At this moment, what Feng Zhaoming is most worried about is not Queyan Erhe in Qianqing's dantian.

The first thing to talk about is Fulong between Qianqing's forehead.

Although Yan Xianhe is also extremely powerful, if it is not handled properly, it is very troublesome.But compared to Fulong, it was easier to say.

Feng Zhaoming needs to guide Qianqing, teach him to subdue Fulong, and protect Qianqing from Fulong's backlash when he is in danger.

Qianqing has only built a foundation, has not yet formed an alchemy, and has not even chosen the way of cultivation, so she has to face this kind of dangerous creature with a reputation in the world. As Qianqing's master, Feng Zhaoming has a heavy burden on his shoulders, one can imagine .

Qian Qing struggled, thought for a while, and said: "Master, I will look back at Qingfeng first, and then I will look for you."

Looking down at the treasure box in Lin Zichu's hand.

Feng Zhaoming looked together, and saw that in the treasure box, there was a piece of sapphire jade with a warm texture, but worn out and haggard.

So he nodded.

There is a blue-feathered luan bird, singing and singing, carrying Fengjun away.

Qian Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Little Macaque, let's go."

However, the ape below him didn't move at all, just raised his head, looking at Qianqing with big black eyes.

It turned out that the ape looked huge, strong and mighty, but in fact it was very timid.When meeting such a powerful monk as Xianjun Feng Zhaoming, he was already so frightened that his legs went limp, and he didn't run away with his head in his arms. It was because he was obedient and obedient and reluctant to leave Qianqing.

Qian Qing scolded: "Xiao Ji, you are so big, but you are still so timid, you really haven't made any progress!"

Seeing his impatient expression, Linzi suggested, "Qianqing, why don't you fly with the sword?"

Qian Qing asked: "Have you brought a sword?"

Lin Zichu was startled, paused, and nodded slightly.

"Okay then," Qian Qing said, "Please take me for a ride. Wangqing Peak is over there."

"You...don't have a sword?"

"Yes," Qianqing said, "my sword is called 'Taifu Queyan', but it is still a sword embryo. After I form the alchemy, I will pour Queyan's blood and Fulong scale before I can use it."

It wasn't until this time that Lin Zichu knew why Qian Qing never used the sword.

But he seemed a little hesitant, and continued to ask: "Then how do you usually control the sword?"

Qian Qing said: "I don't use swords on weekdays. Why do you have so many questions? Please help me. When you reach Wangqing Peak, you can ask whatever you want."

Lin Zichu sighed, he had no choice but to draw out a sword from the scabbard hanging on his waist, he squeezed the sword formula and said: "Come up."

The blade of the sword is four feet long, less than the width of a palm, and its cold light is overwhelming.But there is a crack in the center of the sword body, which destroys the overall smoothness of the sword body, revealing a little defeat.

Obviously, this is a useless sword.

A normal fairy sword can absorb the aura of heaven and earth just like a monk.As the cultivator's cultivation base increases, the power of the fairy sword he wears will also increase.

However, if the fairy sword is damaged, it is not like a monk can heal, and the situation will only get worse.If it becomes a useless sword, then the fairy sword can no longer improve its character.

The sword in Lin Zichu's hand was one of the twelve cold swords, the Cold Mouse Sword.

Qian Qing jumped onto the sword, but she didn't support Lin Zichu with her hands.

Han Shujian couldn't bear the two monks, so it shook.

"Lin Zichu," Qian Qing steadied her body, and wondered, "You actually use such a broken sword?"

The broken sword in Qianqing's mouth once cut iron like mud, shining brilliantly, killing gods when meeting gods, and killing Buddhas when meeting Buddhas.

He also flew steadily, carried two people, and fled for their lives.At that time, Qianqing hadn't learned how to control a sword, so she could only hug Lin Zichu's waist tightly.

However, the stars move and the times change.

The person behind him has changed from an ignorant boy who knew nothing to the only son of the fairy master who is now respected by thousands of people.

The sword that was sharp and unstoppable at the beginning can no longer protect the people behind it.

Lin Zichu lowered his eyes, and it took him a long time to suppress the frustration in his heart.

He explained: "...I have a special constitution. The ordinary fairy sword is frozen in my hand, so I can only use the cold sword. But the cold sword is hard to find, and I have never had a chance to change it."

Qian Qing was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

I wanted to say something, but finally held back.

Cold swords belong to the branch of water swords, and are extremely rare. There are only twelve famous cold swords in Zhengwuzhou, which are what ordinary people call 'twelve cold swords'.

Among them, the 'Cold Dragon Sword' is the most powerful, and it is now in the hands of Fairy Liu Shibing of Muhua Xianzong.

But none of the most powerful Frost Dragon Sword broke into the list of strange swords.The decline of the ice and snow fairy sword can be seen.

It is really difficult to find a good cold sword, no wonder Lin Zichu, a famous monk with a golden core cultivation base, still uses a ruined cold mouse sword.

As soon as the two arrived at Wangqing Peak, they immediately saw an elegant Qingluan standing at the entrance of the main hall.

This Qingluan is the mount of Immortal Feng Zhaoming, it flaps its wings lightly, sings loudly, and looks towards Qianqing.

Qian Qing said to Lin Zichu: "My master sent Qingluan to urge me, I have to go to Zhenhui Peak as soon as possible. Lin Zichu, thank you for bringing my Gangmao."

Lin Zichu was very reluctant, but he couldn't ask to stay.

His expression of reluctance was too obvious, Qianqing's heart moved, and under an inexplicable impulse, he blurted out: "...I will go to see Master before I go to you."

The two looked at each other in astonishment.Fairy Tong Shuangye and Shenhua standing aside were also surprised.It must be known that Qian Qinggui is the son of the Immortal Lord, and it is difficult for others to see him.To be able to see each other, I must be grateful to Dade.In ten years, they haven't seen Qian Qing so proactive.

Even Qianqing herself felt strange.

There are countless core disciples of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and there are countless young men and women of the same age as him, all of whom are willing to please Qian Qing. Putting Lin Zichu in the crowd, apart from his special physique and handsome appearance, there seems to be nothing special about him.

That being the case, why did Qianqing couldn't help but comfort her when she saw Lin Zichu's eyes?

This is too...

Qian Qing frowned, feeling strange, but she was happy in her heart, and she didn't force herself in the slightest.

He raised his hand, patted Lin Zichu's back, passed by, and said with a smile: "Don't forget fruit wine and beef."

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

On Zhenhui Peak, except for Banxie Pavilion, there are thousands of years of ever-blossoming fairy bamboos everywhere. When the breeze blows, it is like a sea of ​​fire, and the waves are swaying.

As for the back of the Banxie Pavilion, there is a square open space. Compared with the luxuriant fairy bamboos around the open space, the open space looks barren and barren.

If other people come, they will find that the white stones covering the open space are extremely hard, which is the same material as the stones on the ground of the martial arts venue in Xuanxie Hall.

Even a monk with a golden core cultivation base can hardly crack the stone without using all his strength.

Even if cracks are cracked, the white stone can automatically absorb the aura of heaven and earth. The stone has a strong healing ability. If the stone is not crushed into slag, it will be restored to its original state in less than six hours.

Most of the martial arts competition venues of Xianzong choose this kind of stones as floor tiles, and let the disciples destroy them.

Feng Zhaoming's site is only ten years old, and it is still a brand new open space, only Qian Qing is practicing here.

Today, under Feng Zhaoming's supervision, Qianqing will summon Fulong.

Although the Fulong on his forehead is still underage, it has great spiritual power and is difficult to control.

Holding a brush in his hand, Feng Zhaoming stood beside Qianqing, wanting to draw a dragon formation.

Before drawing the formation, Feng Zhaoming said: "After the formation is completed, Fulong cannot break free from the chain immediately. Take this opportunity, you and Fulong communicate as soon as possible."

Qianqing asked: "How to communicate?"

Feng Zhaoming said earnestly: "I am devoted to communication."

This answer was too abstract, but Chiharu nodded.He already knew that Feng Zhaoming was the answer, because in the past ten years, Feng Zhaoming taught him countless times that the most important thing to tame Fulong is communication.

In the past, Qianqing always nodded to show that she knew.

Today I will see Fulong soon, Qianqing is nervous and excited, she can't help saying: "The so-called heart-to-heart communication must be the same as I am with Amao."

Hearing this, Feng Zhaoming stopped holding the brush.

He had already planned to start drawing an array, but after hearing Qianqing's answer, he immediately gave up on this plan.

Feng Zhaoming said: "No. Fulong's temperament is arrogant, far superior to Wanren Spider, and cannot be compared. The so-called love is to be courteous."

"..."

Qian Qing was stunned for a moment, and said, "Master, it's fine if you just say no. What kind of etiquette do you need when you see Fulong?"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head.

The divine beast subdues the dragon, longing for freedom, flying in the sky without touching the ground.

Immortal Lord Dongkun is the only monk in Zhengwuzhou who has had close contact with Fulong and has not been eaten.However, even though he is the Immortal Lord of Dongkun, he never thought of taming Fulong.

Who knows what to do and say to tame Fulong?

Feng Zhaoming said seriously: "You figure it out for yourself."

"..."

"Don't be afraid, Fulong retaliates, as a teacher, I will help you."

The moment Immortal Feng Zhaoming picked up the pen, there was a red light, and the aura surged forward.

Qian Qing only felt a pain in her forehead, and she became dizzy immediately.

He rested his hand on his forehead, frowning to hold back.

Feng Zhaoming didn't stop, he took a light breath and started to draw.

Yinlong Formation, 'Heaven' Order Formation.

With square edges and corners, the incantations are dense and difficult to control.

It's one thing to paint with a single stroke, but it's another thing to pour spiritual power into it.

Qian Qing had seen Feng Zhaoming's drawing of leading dragons, so she was able to imitate it with one stroke.

However, let him use this array, but he couldn't do it.

This kind of powerful formation is really too difficult to wake up.

Feng Zhaoming's eyebrows were vermilion, boiling as if stained with blood, and the domineering spiritual pressure pressed down the surrounding bamboos, parallel to the ground.

The clouds in the sky can't stop, they stop in the sky, covering the scorching sun above.

Painting arrays should be completed in one go.

Feng Zhaoming moved extremely fast, and the powerful spiritual power seemed to form a substance, surrounding it like quicksilver.

The silver dot between Qian Qing's forehead became brighter and brighter, and the two intersecting chains kept vibrating.

There is a powerful spiritual pressure to force the two silver chains to leave.

When the spiritual pressure reached a certain limit, there was a dragon shadow moving slowly at the silver dot between Qian Qing's forehead.

Qianqing uttered aloud in pain, when she opened her mouth, a dragon chant roared out at the same time.

The two sounds mixed together, the momentum is compelling.

There was a rumbling thunder, and it was dark and dark clouds.

The gust of wind gusts, overwhelming.

In the next moment, a stench came from the open space, and a gigantic dragon appeared on Zhengyang Xianzong and Zhenhui Peak with its teeth and claws.

...Call of Fulong!

Although this dragon is in its infancy, it is as thick as a towering giant tree.The winding dragon body is strong and majestic.

When Qian Qing came back to her senses, what she saw was a mighty silver dragon, opening its dragon pupils the size of a water tank.

The dragon pupils are bloodshot all over, fierce and ferocious.The moment he saw Qianqing, the silver dragon twisted its body viciously and wanted to attack Qianqing.

Fortunately, there were two intertwined chains on Fulong's body at this time, which wrapped him tightly and made him unable to move.

That Fulong wrinkled his nose and struggled hard.It opened its bloody mouth wide, and the saliva dripped down. Fulong opened his mouth and took a sharp breath. The open space was strangely quiet, like the calm before the storm. The next moment, Fulong's throat choked, and he let out a deafening roar.

The surrounding air began to vibrate visibly with the naked eye, like ripples in a lake thrown into stones.

Qian Qing didn't have time to cover her ears, the strong fluctuations, like a hurricane, blew his black hair back violently, the skirt of his clothes was tightly pressed to his chest, and his belt swung back, making a rustling sound.

This astonishing roar lasted for quite a while before it stopped. Qianqing opened her eyes and saw that her robes were distorted like pickles by the roar. She immediately became furious, stared forward, and cursed: "This dragon..."

"Qianqing, the chain is about to be released." Feng Zhaoming interrupted Qianqing without waiting for her to speak, and said in a deep voice, "Go forward and communicate with Fulong."

Qianqing looked at Fulong.

I saw the long silver dragon struggling and twisting, kicking the chain vigorously with its thick front and rear legs.

It is powerful, and every time it kicks, it can bring faint cracks to the chain.If this continues, Fulong will be able to struggle and escape in less than five breaths.

Qianqing squinted her eyes, and a sharp light flashed across her eyes.

He responded, stepped forward with long legs, walked to Fulong's side, and stopped very close.

Feng Zhaoming, who majored in the Dao of War Intent, is wild and domineering, fearless.No matter how powerful the opponent is, you have to give it a go and fight to the death.

As far as he is concerned, there is death and serious injury, the only thing is that there is absolutely no option to seek peace.

However, the personality of Immortal Lord Dongkun is completely different from Feng Zhaoming's rigidity.The Immortal Lord of Dongkun is knowledgeable and reasonable, like a spring breeze and light rain.He is powerful in combat and has a heart of compassion for the common people.

Facing such divine beasts as Fulong, a legendary creature that he had seen on totems since he was a child, Feng Zhaoming always thought that maybe only people like Master Dongkun could tame Fulong.

Force can break the body, but not the heart.

It is best for Qianqing to treat each other with courtesy, first to show her kindness, and then, like the Immortal Lord Dongkun, soaked in the spring rain, and slowly ease Fulong's guard against the monks.

If Fulong can be tamed in the future, it will be of great benefit to Qianqing's practice.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoming said:

"Qianqing, salute."

Qian Qing stood up, leaped, fixed herself in the air, and looked directly at the dragon pupils that were as big as the crouching dragon jar.

Fulong looked ferociously, looking at the young but imposing monk in front of him warily.

Feng Zhaoming warned: "Stay far away, don't touch Fulong—"

Before the word 'head' was spoken, Qianqing quickly squeezed the sound expansion formula with her right hand, bringing it close to her lips.

In the next second, Qianqing took a long breath.

Feng Zhaoming's pupils shrank suddenly.

Qianqing blatantly turned to Fulong and let out a big yell.

This sound, like a thunderbolt, is really powerful.

One must know that Qianqing's physical body is not weaker than the Nascent Soul cultivator's hardness, and her veins open to her forehead, and her body can hold an astonishing amount of spiritual energy.

With this roar, the majestic spiritual pressure suddenly gushed out, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, stirring all directions.

Compared with Fulong neighing, it is not weaker.

Fulong, who was trapped by the chains, was shocked to close his eyes tightly, and cover the ear holes behind his ears.

The silver dragon was furious, roaring repeatedly, kicking the chains on his body even more vigorously.

For a moment, the dragon chant and roared on Zhenhui Peak, shaking the sky and the earth.

Feng Zhaoming stood in the distance, frowning in silence.

One dragon and one person brazenly resisted.

Not long after, the chains on Fulong's body reached the extreme, and Fulong's thick hind legs kicked violently, shattering the two chains.

This silver chain was formed from the bones of the Immortal Lord Dongkun and was used to seal Fulong.

It's just that when the Immortal Lord Dongkun was in his prime, he fought desperately with the adult Fulong, especially he didn't know who would win and who would lose.

Therefore, these two chains can only seal Fulong for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Fulong, who was free again, was overjoyed, and a strong breath came out from his nostrils. It turned over suddenly like a fish swimming in the sea, and Fulong suddenly reacted and raised his head.The ferocious Long Tong looked at Qian Qing with a ferocious haze, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

With a long roar, the silver dragon swung its tail and moved its claws, rushing towards Qianqing like crazy.

It looked really scary.

but……

The Fulong in front of him is really too young.

It is still too far away to break free from the Immortal Lord's Bone.

Qianqing snorted coldly, and the shattered pieces of the silver chain danced violently in the air, gathering around Qianqing.

Not long after, a white light flashed in Qianqing's palm, and the broken chains re-condensed, turning them into one.

The chain is about ten feet long, the middle section is in Qianqing's palm, and the two ends hang loosely on the ground.

When the divine beast swam rapidly and rushed towards Qianqing, the silver chain trembled all over and stood upright, reaching Fulong.

With a fierce expression on his face, Fulong swam forward rapidly.

"Bad dragons are rampant," Qian Qing said angrily, "Let's fight!"