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

Seeing that his expression was painful, as if he was dying, Qian Qing couldn't help but let go of his hand.

After hearing him shouting affectionately, I was stunned for a moment, but I had no time to take care of it, so I hurriedly asked: "Silver needles? Where are the silver needles?"

However, Lin Zichu was speechless at this moment, he tightly covered his throat with both hands, a blue phantom flashed from Lin Zichu's internal organs, and then gradually moved up, to the throat, to his eyes.

An unspeakable icy cold swept across the room, the paper windows in Qianqing Palace were frozen brittle, and the wine that had been spilled all over the floor immediately froze.

Lin Zichu curled up, panting with difficulty, his chest heaved violently, but he seemed to be unable to breathe, making a clogging sound, and his face became paler and paler.

Qianqing had no choice but to grope inside Lin Zichu's jacket and cuffs, trying to find the silver needle.

While touching it, he asked loudly, "Lin Zichu, where did you put the silver needle?"

At the same time, he shouted to Shuangye and Shenhua who were standing outside the door: "You two go to ask to see Xuanying Xianzun, and you will return immediately after you get the consent."

It is not so easy to enter the fairy palace of every fairy.

Qianqing is the grandson of Baizang Xianzun, with a different status, so it is easy to enter and exit.However, Immortal Venerable Xuanying is not related to him, and if he wants to enter, he has to ask to see him in advance.After Xuanying Xianzun agrees, he can go with Yujian.

Shuangye and Xinhua replied: "Yes."

At this moment, Qian Qing's hand moved from Lin Zichu's skirt to his neck.

Lin Zichu struggled in pain, turned his back to Qianqing, and walked forward on his knees.

However, in less than a moment, he knelt down on the bed, and it seemed very difficult to even breathe.

Qianqing's left hand easily slipped from behind to Lin Zichu's lapel.He has already felt something hard here just now, I don't know if it is a silver needle.

Lin Zichu raised his neck, opened his mouth slightly, his whole body was stiff.

With warm fingertips, Qianqing peeled off her clothes, groped on Lin Zichu's cold chest, and quickly found her target.

With his chest lightly pressed against Lin Zichu's back, he held a hard object in the palm of his hand, and when he spread it out, a piece of threaded blue ice was reflected in front of Qianqing's eyes.

The ice cube was worn on Lin Zichu's chest for a long time, giving off an astonishing chill.As soon as it was taken out of Lin Zichu's jacket, there was even water vapor that solidified into ice and fell to the bed.

The center of the ice cube is hollowed out, and there is a beating green flame, beating regularly like a heart.

"Lou Huo Bing Xin," Qian Qing saw the heels and feet of this immortal material at a glance, Qian Qing let go of the thing quite casually.

The right hand continued to grope downwards, through the white robe, lightly touched the place where Lin Zichu's body might be hidden.

Although at this time Lin Zichu's internal pressure could not be controlled, it was very painful.However, Qianqing was so close to him, he felt strangely relieved, and was even willing to prolong this unbearable time.

But Qian Qing soon felt the rolled up silver needle in Lin Zichu's waist.He pushed Lin Zichu down, held the silver needle in his hand, and said, "Lin Zichu, can you get the needle yourself?"

The veins in Lin Zichu's neck swelled up, his whole body seemed to be burst, and it was difficult to breathe.

Qianqing was helpless, and said: "I saw the silver needles on your temples before, which seemed to be a formation to restrain the upward movement of spiritual power. Looking at your appearance at this time, I feel that you can't accommodate the majestic spiritual power in your body. The pulse can't flow through the sky, so I use silver needles to control it. The spiritual power can't be suppressed, it seems to be an old disease for many years, and I can't think of a way to restrain it for a while."

Lin Zichu looked at Qian Qing intently, unable to speak, he could only moan in pain, mixed with a vague cough.

Every time he coughed, Lin Zichu struggled, traces of blood appeared on his white skin.

Seeing this person's situation, Qianqing sighed, and said with a heavy meaning in her words: "The situation is urgent, no matter what, I will help you suppress the spiritual power in your body first. Lin Zichu, offended. Ah Mao, help me Bind his limbs so that he cannot move."

A black-haired spider quietly crawled off Qian Qing's shoulder and landed on the bed.

"I saved you first," Qian Qing said, "I'll settle the score slowly later."

The Pillar of Optimus, Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Zhenhui Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

There was a monk, dressed in a royal blue robe, with his hands behind his back, walking into the Banxie Pavilion.

This young monk raised his head to admire the beautiful scenery in all directions, his face was like a crown of jade, his body was tall and tall, and his temperament was extraordinary.

However, looking at the fiery red Xiuzhu's eyes around him, he seemed to be blind and lacking in spirit.

The powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to the cultivator of Huashen unscrupulously covered the entire Zhenhui Peak, taking in all the grass and trees on the top of the peak.

"Is this trouble-removing bamboo the one that Fairy Longyu gave to Lord Feng back then?" Sect Master Bairen tilted his head and asked Qingfeng and Mingyue beside him.

About 30 years ago, the master Bairen of the Puyue Sect, who called the wind and rain, used to protect the sword of Feng Zhaoming Xianjun in the Banxie Pavilion, just like the two Taoist boys Qingfeng and Mingyue.

However, the time has changed, and the master of Bairen is no longer what he used to be. He is not the little swordsman of the past, and his status is even equal to that of Lord Feng.

It really flew up to the tip and became a phoenix.

Qingfeng flashed these thoughts in his mind for a moment, saluted, and said, "Exactly, this bamboo forest—"

"This bamboo forest is too old." Before Qingfeng could finish speaking, Sect Master Bairen frowned, and said first: "The scenery remains the same, it's really terrible. It's better to cut down this bamboo forest and replace it with Jingxin Arrow Bamboo, which is more beneficial to immortals. You practice meditation, it's great."

Qingfeng said awkwardly: "The suzerain was joking."

Sect Master Bairen shook his hand and said, "I'm not joking. I have prepared ten thousand hectares of arrow bamboo and five hundred pools of bamboo milk as a small gift for meeting the immortal."

"This……"

Qingfeng turned his head, looked at Feng Zhaoming who was standing aside, and took a step back, intending not to get involved in the affairs between these two old masters and slaves.

Sect Master Bai Ren smiled, but his eyes were sharp: "I don't know what Feng Xianjun wants?"

Feng Zhaoming looked at Sect Master Bairen quietly, without speaking.