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

Feng Zhaoming Xianjun has a dull personality and excellent self-cultivation.

After hearing such insults, he was not angry, and still looked indifferent.

Just at this time, the noble Lian's family had finished their performance, and Lian Longyu had just walked out of the martial arts hall when he heard Gui Zao's scolding, and couldn't help being furious: "Old slave, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Fairy of the Lian family, old slave, I am not talking nonsense." As the chief steward of my family, Guizao was not polite at all when facing the noble Lian's family. The only son of the Immortal Lord, the grandson of the Immortal Lord Baizang, can be considered as the same generation as Feng Zhaoming. If the Immortal Lord Dongkun did not leave a last word, asking my lord to be a teacher of Feng Zhaoming, it would never be his turn to be my lord's master. He was born I don’t know good and evil, relying on the name of the little fairy master, I have to take care of this and that. Hmph, what do you think you are!”

Lian Longyu said angrily: "In any case, Qianqing and Feng Xianjun have become a master-student relationship. Isn't it a matter of course for a master to discipline his apprentice?"

"It's okay to be in charge on weekdays, but I want to embarrass the Lord at the martial arts competition. Why, do you really want to make my family look ugly!"

As soon as these words came out, Lian Longyu was speechless.

As a nobleman, Lian Longyu certainly knows how much the nobles value appearance.

I hope that my family has been the head of the Zhengwuzhou nobles for generations, so this face is more important.

Feng Zhaoming insisted on locking up Qianqing before the Martial Arts Competition. Could it be that he really didn't know the importance of the Martial Arts Competition to see my family?

I'm afraid not.

Feng Zhaoming just felt that Qian Qing's safety was more important than the noble face.

Qianqing is twenty-five this year, and she has only practiced for ten years.Although the qualifications are extraordinary, but the experience is too little, and he is still a child.

Among all the participating monks present, Qian Qing's cultivation level was the lowest, only at the early stage of Jindan.

Feng Zhaoming would rather have Qianqing miss this martial arts performance than to let him fight.

However, there is no need to tell others about these thoughts.

Feng Zhaoming remained silent, turning a deaf ear to Gui Zao's swearing.

Fairy Lian Longyu at the side was so helpless, she tried several times to tell Feng Zhaoming to leave here and avoid Guizao.But due to various reasons, she couldn't speak, she just looked at Feng Zhaoming frequently from the corner of her eye.

The Patriarch of the Lian family, Lian Liankan, knew his daughter's intentions well. He hesitated for a long time, then leaned forward, bent over, and bowed to Xianjun Feng Zhaoming who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said politely: "Mr. Fengxian, I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know." Can you do me a favor and take a step to talk to the old man?"

The Patriarch of the Lian family is much older than Feng Zhaoming, and he is bowing his back now, without the slightest aristocratic posture.

But Feng Zhaoming didn't like to pose in front of him, so he got up quickly, facing Gui Zao's terrifying eyes, and nodded towards Lian Liankan.

Gui Zao chased and scolded: "There is still half a cup of tea, and it will be my family's turn to appear. At that time, not only will my family lose face, but you Zhengyang Immortal Sect will also be unable to please."

This remark makes sense.

Not to mention all of the millions of monks present in the Martial Arts Hall, but nine out of ten are waiting to see Qian Qing.

It is conceivable how disappointed and angry the monks are when they hope that my family will not appear.

If they don't see Qianqing, their opinion of Zhengyang Xianzong will of course also decrease.

Feng Zhaoming didn't answer, he looked at Lian Lian and asked, "What's the matter, Patriarch?"

Lian Lian paused, looked at her daughter's desolate expression from the corner of her eye, and said:

"Feng Xianjun... this matter has something to do with the little girl, you see, how about taking a step to talk?"

Feng Zhaoming couldn't help but startled.

Lian Longyu was both ashamed and angry: "Father, what are you doing?"

The more Naguizao thought about it, the more angry he seemed to rush up to argue with Feng Zhaoming, even Longyu stood sideways to block him, but there was no way to prevent Lian Liankan from talking with Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming looked at Lian Longyu, feeling ashamed.He hesitated and nodded.

Amidst Guizao's angry roar of "Feng Zhaoming, this is not over!", Feng Zhaoming and Lian Lian moved away from Xuanxie Peak.

However, in the Martial Arts Hall, the nobleman ranked ninth also ended the opening.

The audience was full of excitement, ushering in the climax of the opening ceremony.

"According to past experience, the top performer in the Martial Arts Competition is usually the disciple of a gentleman from the four continents."

"For this Martial Arts Competition, the disciples of the gentlemen of the four continents are Bo Xichencheng, Lou Fengsui, Wang Me Qianqing, and Li Wudao."

"I hope Qianqing's cultivation level is the lowest, only at the early stage of Jindan."

"Bo Xichencheng and Lou Feng Sui have the highest cultivation levels, both of which are high-level Golden Cores. Li Wudao is next in the middle ranks of Golden Cores, but he is only a short distance away from the high-level Golden Cores."

"Looking at it this way, it seems hopeless that I, Qianqing, will win the first prize."

"He's too young!"

But someone else said: "I don't know why, but I'm still the most optimistic about Qianqing! He uses the bone of the fairy master of Dongkun as his bone, and the flesh of fairy Lanqiu Gui as his flesh. His body is as strong as Yuanying."

"That's right, although he is young, he is already the patriarch of my family, who is expected to be the patriarch of my family. I hope that my family's accumulation for thousands of years will be used for him alone. No matter what mediocrity it is, with such a supply of resources, it can become the pride of heaven."

During the conversation, another half cup of tea time passed.

The noisy martial arts hall not only did not quiet down, but became more and more chaotic.

"Hey, it's been such a long time since the ninth family of nobles left the field, why hasn't my family come out yet?"

"what happened?"

"Is the opening ceremony over?"

"Don't make me wait to waste my time!"

Under the stage, on the seat of the celestial venerable, the celestial venerable Baizang heard the commotion all around, and raised his eyebrows in anxiety.

The fairy-like old fairy no longer had the usual leisurely and elegant posture, and several times the fairy boy came over to ask about the outside world.

When he learned that Feng Zhaoming had no intention of letting Qianqing leave Zuowang Peak, Immortal Baizang couldn't help but sigh.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable sitting on the side said with a smile:

"Immortal Master Baizang, don't worry, with your grandson's ability, you might be able to break free in a while and leave Zuowang Peak."

"...Oh, it's too late."

"Otherwise, you go to sit on the Wangfeng Peak yourself, and take the little fairy master from above."

Baizang Immortal Venerable looked at Xuanying Immortal Venerable strangely, but did not speak.

At this moment, the patience of the millions of monks sitting under the stage reached its limit.

In Liaojizhou, Dongdao, under the sect of Dongling Xianzong, there is a monk named Zhu Changpeng.

He is tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, suddenly stood up and said:

"I hope there is no one in my house?"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"presumptuous!"

"Bullshit!"

A monk of Zhengyang Xianzong stood up, cursing and confronting.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Zhu Changpeng said sharply, "If you have the guts to ask me, Qian Qing, to come out!"

"I'm mad at me too!"

"Zhu Changpeng, how dare you call the little fairy master by his first name. Is the Dongling Immortal Sect trying to quarrel with my Zhengyang Immortal Sect?"

All of a sudden, the Martial Arts Hall was very lively.

The main purpose of the martial arts event is to compare and learn from the four continents Jindan monks, and conduct martial arts competitions.

The contestants on stage were all young and energetic monks, and if they were asked to show their hands and feet, they would inevitably get emotional and often yell and curse.

So Immortal Venerable Baizang, Immortal Bi Xuying and others, after hearing the uproar, did not stop them.

It's just the bickering of young people.

Zhu Changpeng competed with Qianqing Linzichu for the inheritance of immortality in the frozen forest wasteland. After losing to the two of them, although he admitted Qianqing's strength, but because of his arrogance, he has always been concerned about it, so he trained more diligently , just waiting for a showdown with Qianqing in the martial arts competition.

When Zhu Changpeng found out that he couldn't see Qianqing, he was more excited than anyone else, his face contorted with anger.

"Hmph, why look at my family, that's all!"

Zhu Changpeng gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled out a dark purple long knife from his waist.

This knife contains an extremely strong breath, so rich that it almost condenses into substance.

After Zhu Changpeng grasped the fairy sword 'Ziheng', he used the subtle force of his palm to make Ziheng gently rotate it in a circle in the palm of his hand.

Then Zhu Changpeng grasped Ziheng violently, making a bow-drawing gesture with both hands.

The dark purple long knife trembled, emitting faint fluorescence.

The muscles of Zhu Changpeng's right hand bulged, and he threw it forward suddenly.

The monks who had quarreled with Zhu Changpeng were all stunned when they saw his actions.

That's right, at the martial arts performance meeting, the monks were agitated, not only swearing, but also shaking their fists.

But it was just the opening ceremony at this time, how much hatred did Zhu Changpeng have, and he wanted to directly call out his natal immortal sword to fight with others?

"not good!"

Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Baizang Immortal Venerable Baizang under the wooden door Qi suddenly realized, his face changed drastically and he said: "He is going to attack Wang Wang's family's battle flag!"

Everyone looked up and saw that Zhu Changpeng's saber Ziheng did not fly in front of the monks present, but went straight to the battle flag hanging by my house.

In the martial arts arena, there are countless flags hanging.

It would undoubtedly be a great loss of face if someone shot down the battle flag during the opening ceremony.

Zhu Changpeng is young and only has the Golden Core cultivation base.

The younger generation made a move, and it was not convenient for Zhengyang Immortal Sect to stop him, otherwise he would be said to be bullying the small.Therefore, people like Baizang Immortal Venerable and the others could only blow their beards and stare at this junior running wild on their own territory.

Only monks with the same level of cultivation are qualified to stop them.

Seeing the seven wooden doors off the field with a brazen expression, he raised his right hand high and spread his palm.

A perfectly round golden seed aimed at the battle flag of my Wang family and flew away.

Only a sound of "hoo" was heard.

As soon as the seed square was exposed to the air, it exploded and grew rapidly, turning into a wooden vine as thick as a wrist, entangled like a snake and flew towards Ziheng Immortal Knife.

"Bold!"

The twin sisters of Zhengyang Immortal Sect and Baizang Immortal Zun, who knew right and wrong, also shouted angrily and used their supernatural powers to block Zhu Changpeng's attack.

Then he saw two blue-green fierce tigers, pawing the ground with four claws, roaring and galloping into the air, blocking the attack of Ziheng Immortal Saber.

All this happens in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Xuanying Xianzun shook his head boredly.

He could already see that neither Mumen Qi nor Ming Fei and Ming Fei's methods could stop Zhu Changpeng's Immortal Sword.

It is not unreasonable for Liaojizhou to be called the most powerful Xianzhou.

At this moment, none of the Jindan disciples of Zhengyang Immortal Sect stood up enough to resist Zhu Changpeng, a disciple of Dongling Immortal Sect.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable looked up at the battle flag blowing in the wind.

"It's quite interesting to be shot through the battle flag at the beginning." Xuanying Xianzun smiled, thinking: "I don't know how my family will react, haha."

Immortal Master Baizang frowned, he had already made a plan to stop Zhu Changpeng's offensive even if he was ridiculed that the Zhengyang Immortal Sect had no successors and asked the old fellow to insult the younger generation.

at this time.

Suddenly, not far away, there was the sound of a dragon chant.

The dragon's chant is long and loud, mysterious and dignified, as if it came from the ancient prehistoric period, it is awe-inspiring.

The million monks present even forgot about the Ziheng Immortal Knife that was about to pierce the battle flag of the Wangwo Zun clan in the air. They raised their heads involuntarily and looked towards the dome.

The Ziheng Knife pierced Zhanqi with lightning speed, and the attack came to a sudden halt.

The deep purple fairy knife seemed to be frozen by something extremely cold, hard and powerful. No matter how hard the fairy knife struggled, it could not escape.No matter how Zhu Changpeng urged him to move, he could only stay where he was, unable to move.

Zhu Changpeng's complexion changed, and he raised his head brazenly.

Suddenly, above the dome, a divine dragon with silver scales and horns swam over.

The dragon has a fierce posture, its beard is like a whip, and its eyes are powerful.

When the dragon came, the climate around Xuanxie Peak changed.

The monks present only felt that the whole body was filled with mist, and an unspeakable faint fishy smell permeated the tip of their noses.

"This is……"

There is a monk from Zhengwuzhou, with his eyes wide open, his body trembling, pointing upwards, and shouting: "This is... this is the divine beast Fulong!!"

"Fulong!"

"I never imagined that one day I would meet such a legendary beast!"

People in Zhengwuzhou respect Fulong and often use Fulong embroidery as a totem to worship.

The rest of the three continents monks are well aware of Fulong's influence on the Zhengwuzhou monks, but most of them have never seen such heaven and earth beasts.

I was just amazed at the prowess and aura of this beast.

He couldn't immediately recognize the heel of this beast like the monk Zhengwuzhou did.

At this moment, seeing the monks in Zhengwuzhou ecstatic, and some even shed tears, only then did they realize that the majestic giant beast above was actually the divine beast Fulong!

"Look! There is someone on Fulong."

Where did this legendary rare beast come from, and what kind of character could fall from the sky on Fulong's neck.

Even the Immortal Lord Dongkun back then couldn't afford to straddle Fulong!

The monks in Zhengwuzhou made an uproar, stood up from their seats one after another, and said the answer in surprise: "That must be the little fairy who is looking at my family, looking at me Qianqing!"

On the body of the silver dragon, there were two young monks of similar stature, straddling the neck of the silver dragon.

One was dressed in a red robe and battle suit, with a hostile look on his brows and eyes, and he dared not take it seriously.

One person is wearing a white robe and a wide robe, with an elegant appearance and a calm expression.

The man in the red robe seemed to have just arrived from there.His waist-length black hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and he didn't have time to comb it.

The howling wind blew up Qianqing's battle robe, and also made his hair stand upright.

The black hair is like a waterfall, reflecting Qianqing's fighting spirit, like a god or a demon!

"Look at my boy, don't blame me for wasting time."

Qianqing held her black hair with one hand, her eyes were shining brightly, and she looked around.

"Now, please greet and greet everyone."

Saying hello, but condescending, without the slightest gesture that a junior should have.

While speaking, Fulong, as huge as a mountain, swam to the vicinity of the battle flag of the Wangwo Zun clan.

"Roar!"

Fulong opened his mouth to pant, his fan-like tail swayed slightly.

The Ziheng Immortal Knife, which was frozen in place and trembling, was slapped to the ground by Fulong's tail, smashing the ground into a huge deep pit.

Zhu Changpeng's face was flushed, and he clenched his hands into fists.

Qianqing raised her hand, and on Fulong's body, she suddenly pulled up the family battle flag suspended in the sky.

The wind howled.

Qianqing looked down sharply with her eyes, holding up the battle flag and dancing wildly against the wind.

"Where is Guizao!"

The aura of Jindan's high-level cultivation swept the entire martial arts arena in an instant!