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

The air seemed to condense.

The low dragon chant was still echoing around, but the dust floating in the air became extremely slow.

Two nosebleeds slid out along Fulong's nostrils, like a blood-colored rainbow, and round drops of blood fell down.

— Tick.

Feng Zhaoming's expression froze, and he subconsciously stood in front of Qianqing.

At this moment, Fu Long's squinted eyelids opened abruptly, revealing the ferocious dragon pupils covered with bloodshot eyes.

After rolling her huge eyeballs, she looked down at Chiharu.

Its throat moved, and it let out an extremely angry and unstoppable roar.

He opened his bloody mouth wide, exposing his sharp teeth.

Roar!

In an instant, the situation changed.

I saw a silver dragon swinging its long tail, fanning the hurricane.It has strong limbs, and when it is stepped hard, it seems to be able to cut through the air, pushing the huge dragon body forward quickly.

This dragon is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, fierce and domineering, and it rushes towards Qianqing.

Feng Zhaoming grabbed Qianqing's wrist with his backhand, and pulled him to flee in the opposite direction.

Although this Fulong is a divine beast that existed when the world was born, it is not yet an adult, and its body looks huge, but it is actually far different from an adult Fulong.At its current age, it is still no match for Feng Zhaoming.

The reason why Feng Zhaoming pulled Qianqing was not to escape, but just to avoid Fulong's thunderous attack.

Then I saw the monk in the red and white robe standing side by side with Qianqing, and said in his mouth: "Qianqing, I asked you to communicate with Fulong earlier, did you listen? I don't ask you to tame it once, but try not to turn against him .”

Qianqing: "Hmph."

Feng Zhaoming glanced at him, and said: "I will let you down later as a teacher, remember, you have to treat each other with courtesy if you have a heart. You should control your temper."

After saying that, Feng Zhaoming let go of Qianqing's wrist resolutely, and teleported aside.

Qianqing turned back, took a breath, and looked behind.

A silver dragon flew towards him with its teeth and claws open, its eyes were ferocious, as if it wanted to rip Qian Qing into a cramp.

Qian Qing's left eyebrow slightly raised, she took a step forward reluctantly, raised her hands, clasped her fists in a bow, and said, "Stop it, stop it, it's not my fault just now..."

In just a short moment, the silver dragon flew in front of Qianqing, opened its mouth ferociously, and bit its head towards Qianqing's head.

Qianqing's eyes sharpened, she ducked her head down, and at the same time turned her legs backwards, and her whole body was in an upside-down posture.

The right leg was lifted up, and it fell hard, as if it wanted to hit the top of Fulong's head.

Fulong arched his neck to dodge Qianqing's attack, and at the same time the scales at his throat squirmed, a mouthful of extremely compressed breath spewed out from Fulong's throat, stabbing at Qianqing like a sharp sword.

Feng Zhaoming, who was standing aside, sighed silently. He waved his right hand lightly, and a transparent barrier appeared between Qianqing and Fulong.

Fulong originally opened his mouth to bite fiercely, but now he gnawed on the boundary membrane suddenly, which caused the boundary membrane to stir endlessly.

It roared in anger, and the enchantment shook and rippled.

"Drawing the dragon formation," Feng Zhaoming squeezed the formula with both hands, his robe fluttering in the wind, and said, "The formation is scattered."

The body of Fulong in front of him immediately became transparent and gradually shrunk.It seemed to be unwilling to reconcile, and twisted and struggled desperately, but in the end it was hard to resist, and closed its dragon eyes.Not long after, the gigantic silver dragon turned into a light shadow thinner than a finger, and retracted between Qian Qing's foreheads.

On the mountain that was originally like a fairyland, in just a short moment, it was completely changed.The surrounding fairy flowers and spirit bamboos were blown upside down, and the ground became bumpy.

The master and apprentice faced each other face to face, speechless for a moment.

Qianqing moved first. He raised his hands and put his head behind his head, pretending to be leisurely. After a while, he said: "This Fulong is really hateful. He came to devour the Lord without saying a word."

Feng Zhaoming said: "You haven't tamed it yet, how can you talk about eating the 'lord'?"

"It used to live on my forehead when I was young, and it caused me headaches. Until now, I still provide it with a place to live, saying that it doesn't know what to do. Could it be that it is heavy?" Qianqing touched it with her right hand and found it hidden in the collar. Amao.

Although this Amao is a spirit beast, he is no match for Fulong's power after all. Just now when Qianqing confronted Fulong, Amao could only curl up around his master's neck.

It wasn't until Qianqing touched it that it trotted onto the back of its owner's hand.

"Or Amao." Qianqing paused, and asked not too seriously: "I don't like Fulong very much, and I want to fight when we meet. Master, what should I do?"

"..."

Feng Zhaoming has been with Qianqing for ten years, and he has a little understanding of his temperament.

For example, even though he looks exactly like the Immortal Lord Dongkun, he didn't inherit his father's gentle temperament at all, and his personality is mostly like his mother, Fairy Lan Qiugui, who is rebellious, obedient and irreversible.

And Fulong is also a beast from the strongest to the fiercest, so when the two meet, naturally the atmosphere will not be as peaceful and docile as Feng Zhaoming expected.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoming opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly saw a piece of letter paper from Tong Qingfeng, a Taoist outside the peak.

The letter fluttered and flew towards Xianjun.

Feng Zhaoming stretched out his hand to pinch the letter paper, and probed into his spiritual consciousness.

There are only a few words in the letter, saying:

Sect Master Bairen of the Puyue Sect came to visit and had already arrived at Jiuqu Baguan, and he needed to be greeted by the immortal king down the mountain, so he came to announce it.

Feng Zhaoming shook his robe, walked outside and said:

"Let's stop here today, Qianqing will go back."

Qianqing put down her hands that were pillowed behind her head, and responded.But I thought in my heart, seeing Master's hasty movements, I am afraid that some distinguished guests are coming.

As soon as Fairy Longyu left, someone came on her back, but she didn't know who it was.

Just as Qian Qing walked outside Banxie Pavilion, she suddenly saw another letter paper floating towards her.

"This is Shuangye's message. Huh? Then Lin Zichu actually went back. After taking the things, he came to wait for me in front of my palace. Didn't he go back now?"

Optimus Pillar, Wangqing Peak.

There is a white-clothed male cultivator standing outside the hall with a long body.The young man had a fair face and cold eyes, quietly waiting for something.

Shuang Ye on the side said: "Friend Lin Zichu, I have already told you that it may take a long time for the young master to go to Feng Xianjun to practice. Why do you have to wait here? When the young master comes back, I will I will notify you immediately, please go back first."

Lin Zichu waved his hand and said, "I'll just wait here, you don't have to pay attention to me."

"This... this is too negligent." Shuang Ye thought for a while, and said, "How about I send a letter to the young man and ask him if he can allow you to enter the palace and have a sip of tea."

"No, no need." Lin Zichu hurriedly said: "Qianqing's practice is important. I just have nothing to do, I took beef and fruit wine, and I didn't want to sit at the school bed, so I came here to wait. But there is no need to use my trivial matters, Touch his mind."

Hearing this, Shuang Ye immediately became more fond of Lin Zichu. He smiled slightly, took the letter paper, and typed a spell on it. The letter paper was cut into the shape of flames, and quietly flew towards the Banxie Pavilion.

Not long after, Qian Qing echoed:

"Let Lin Zichu go in and pour tea for him."

With Qianqing's approval, Shuangye and Shenhua naturally welcomed him in.

Shuang Ye said: "Fellow Lin, please drink some tea."

He poured a cup of vermilion tea and put it in front of Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Shuang Ye said with a smile: "You are lucky. Sect Master Bairen came to visit today. After a while, the little prince will be back, so you don't have to wait for fellow daoists."

Lin Zichu paused, thinking in his heart, what's the harm in just waiting?

As long as I can still see Ah Qing, it doesn't seem to matter how long I wait.

However, thinking of seeing him soon, Lin Zichu's heart still beat faster. He took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the longing in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "When will Qianqing be able to... "

Before the words finished, a dry and hot air suddenly swept through the inside and outside of the palace, and a clear male voice said with a smile: "Lin Zichu, you look as modest as a jade, who would have thought that you are such a quick-tempered person. Why, did you bring the fruit wine over here?" ?”

Hearing this voice, Lin Zichu stood up from the bench and said, "I..."

For some reason, the voice was a little hoarse.