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

Every blood vessel in Lin Zichu's body was in severe pain, and the cold breath pressed against his throat, as if he was about to burst out.

After enduring such pain for a long time, the majestic spiritual power in his body was suppressed just now.

Lin Zichu was panting with difficulty, and when he opened his eyes, he had already returned to Xuebei Peak, his residence.

It was a simple little courtyard with stone bridges paved with pebbles and houses repaired with green bamboos.

There is a stone well with a size of one inch, standing on the left side of the other courtyard, exuding a trace of aura, making the world moist.

He frowned, propped up his hands, and swayed his body.

The red rope girl sitting next to Lin Zichu hurriedly helped her up and said, "Senior brother, you just woke up, so it's better not to get up."

Lin Zichu frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Pei'er, how long have I been asleep?"

"Sleeping for several days." Pei'er said: "You were emotional, and you took off the silver needles around the eyes without authorization, and the spiritual power in your body skyrocketed, which is really dangerous. If Senior Brother Qian Qing hadn't put the silver needles on you, and personally sent you to the Xuanying Immortal Hall , your pulse point almost moved up again! Brother, your little life is already very precious, can you stop doing stupid things to make it—”

Pei'er earnestly and persuasively persuades her.

However, Lin Zichu didn't listen, his expression changed, he covered his throat with one hand, supported his body with the other, and asked forward, "What? You said... Qianqing sent me to Xuanying Immortal Palace?"

Pei'er was stunned, nodded subconsciously, and said: "Not only that, during the past few days when you were in a coma, Senior Brother Qianqing came to visit you three times in total, seeing that you have not woken up, each time you come back disappointed, and you want me to wait for you to wake up." Tell him as soon as you come."

Lin Zichu suddenly lifted off the thin quilt covering his body, and said joyfully:

"I'll go myself... I'll tell him..."

However, as soon as he got out of bed, his knees trembled, as if he was about to kneel on the ground.Pei'er hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and said: "Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Don't even look at it, what time is it now, if you go rashly, won't you cause trouble for Senior Brother Qianqing?"

Lin Zichu took a long breath and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window, the sky is clear and the breeze is blowing.

At this time, Qian Qing should be at Feng Zhaoming's place, listening to Xianjun's teachings.

Pearl explained:

"In more than a month, the Martial Arts Competition will be held in Zhengyang Xianzong. Brother Qianqing is 25 years old and is eligible to participate in the martial arts competition. I heard that since three years ago, Xianjun Feng Zhaoming will personally provide some training every day. He is very strict."

The Martial Arts Show is the most grand ceremony in Zhengwuzhou. At that time, all the outstanding disciples of the Xianzong and Zongmen, as long as they are 25 years old and under the Yuanying cultivation level, will have the opportunity to participate in the martial arts and have a decisive battle.

The winners will not only get more resources from their own sect, but also receive rewards from the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the quantity and quality of which are unimaginably huge.

Qianqing's family is rich, so he doesn't look down on these rewards. Feng Zhaoming trains him strictly, but only pays attention to the benefits of the huge reputation that the martial arts competition can bring to Qianqing.

A few years ago, Feng Zhaoming was called "Zhengwuzhou No. 1 Combat Strength" just because he won the first place in the martial arts competition.

Until now, no one has been able to take off the title on Feng Zhaoming's head.

After Lin Zichu quickly thought about these things, he pushed Peier away from his hand, stood up slowly, and said, "I'm going to Zhenhui Peak to wait for Qianqing."

"Senior brother, you..."

Pearl sighed.

This senior brother of hers is usually calm and calm in dealing with people and things, even a little alienated. She is not willing to talk to others easily. No matter what happens to her, even if it is a matter of life and death, she can laugh it off.

Only when he encountered something about the little grandpa Qianqing, he changed.

From being unwilling to talk to others, to being able to speak well, from being indifferent and lofty, to being infatuated.

If the word "love" can make people lose their minds, why are there still so many people falling into it like moths to a flame?

Thinking of this, Pei'er couldn't help feeling pity for Lin Zichu.

"Okay! I will accompany you for a ride and go with you."

Zhengyang Xianzong, Town Contamination Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

Inside this pavilion, there is a place that completely imitates the texture of a martial arts arena, and it is used as a training place for Qianqing on weekdays.

The floor tiles used everywhere are white stones that can withstand extremely strong attacks.

The white stone on the ground, in the fierce battle between Feng Zhaoming and Qian Qing, trembled like thin paper blown by the wind.

boom!

I saw a red-robed monk, with his right hand forming a fist, a flying flame was ignited around the fist, and he blatantly attacked Qianqing.

Qianqing jumped up, trying to dodge.When Qianqing got up, Feng Zhaoming suddenly stretched out his left hand, pulling out Qianqing's dantian to ask for a seat.

Qianqing's pupils wrinkled and narrowed, she touched the ground with her toes, and bowed back.

However, Feng Zhaoming was faster than him, the red-robed monk stepped on the ground, the ground was sunken, he leaned forward with his strength, his right fist was already in front of Qian Qing.