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

It was already late at night when Qianqing came down from the martial arts stage.

Hundreds of golden-armored monks were sweating profusely, and their golden-armored underwear was soaked. Every time they stepped down the steps, they would leave footprints with wet marks on the ground.

The burning flame hanging in mid-air just now seems to be composed of the spear in the hands of the golden-armored monk, but it is actually the graphics and words condensed by Qian Qing who is standing in front, using the flame of the Queyan Crane.

If it weren't for the flames of the Yan Yan Crane, ordinary monks wouldn't even feel the heat, and the effect would not be as good as it is now.

Qianqing is Taifu Quyan Body, as the master of Queyan Crane, she can endure the heat of Queyan Crane's flame.However, at such a close distance, the golden-armored monk was sweating profusely, and the moisture in his body seemed to be evaporated.What's more, a layer of skin was scalded off the back.

Even so, they still maintained the most upright posture, insisting on following Qianqing closely, and no one made a sound.

However, Qian Qing knew that the golden-armored monk following him was enduring great pain.

So Qianqing combined her three steps into two steps, quickly and nimbly jumped off the martial arts platform.

As soon as she reached the place where Zhengyang Xianzong was located, Qian Qing waved her hand back and said in a low voice: "All the golden-armored monks obey orders and leave the Martial Arts Hall."

Hundreds of golden-armored monks behind them touched the ground with their spears, and said in unison: "Yes, my lord!"

Almost at the moment when Qian Qing stepped down from the martial arts stage, among the millions of monks present, a handsome young man wearing a golden crown and cinnabar on his forehead suddenly stood up from his seat.

His phoenix eyes were looking forward to the brilliance, and he said in his mouth:

"Finally... it's time to go to the lonely stage!"

The one who spoke was Bo Xichencheng, a disciple of Dongling Immortal Sect.

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he couldn't wait.

Beside Bo Xichencheng was a thin young monk sitting in a wheelchair. He was pale, holding Bo Xichencheng's wrist, and said in a low voice: "Chencheng can't, sit down quickly..."

Bo Xichencheng didn't listen, he raised his arm to block Lou Fengsui's hand.

The strength itself is not great, but Gai Yulou Fengsui was unprepared, and was pushed directly so that his body swayed and leaned against the wheelchair.

"You!" Bao Xichencheng hurriedly bent down, and said anxiously, "Did it hurt you?"

Lou Feng waved his hands again and again, and said with a smile: "It's okay. Dust City, sit down quickly. Next, it's the turn of the gentleman of Sizhou to play. Draw lots to choose the order of the four gentleman's disciples. It's not your turn to play yet."

When Bo Xichencheng heard the words, he helplessly lifted his robe and sat back on the spot.

His eyes are still looking sharply at somewhere in the arena, like a falcon.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu were sitting side by side in the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and when they were whispering to their eldest brother, Qianqing suddenly felt a sharp look from behind.

Almost at the same moment, Qian Qing and Lin Zichu both turned their heads in unison, moving in exactly the same way, looking at the place where Bo Xichencheng and Lou Feng Sui were sitting, towards Liu Xianzong in the Kongzhou Continent.

Seeing Qianqing and Lin Zichu looking back, Lou Feng smiled lightly and cupped his hands in salute, then tugged at the cuff of Bo Xichencheng.

Bo Xichencheng raised his neck proudly, squinted his eyes and looked at Qianqing.

Qian Qing looked back at him unceremoniously, even though she was the host, her eyes could not be said to be very respectful.

"This kid..." Bo Xichencheng gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

Lou Fengsui wryly smiled, held Bo Xichencheng's wrist, and said, "Okay. You provoke others, do you still want to ask for favor from them?"

Bo Xichencheng snorted, looked at Lou Fengsui's face, turned his head, and didn't say any more.

On the martial arts stage, there was a fairy boy holding a whisk, and said loudly:

"I invite Dongdao Liaojizhou, Dongling Xianzong, and Bi Xuying to come to the stage."

Xiantong's voice is thin and crisp, it seems that he is still a boy who has not vented his Yuanyang.

Under the stage, a monk wearing a straw hat raised his hand to lower the straw hat.

His figure swayed, and the next moment, he appeared on the martial arts stage.

After Immortal Bi Xuying took the stage, there was a burst of applause from the audience.

This fairy is the oldest and most senior among the four gentlemen, and is considered the head of the four gentlemen.

As soon as he stood on the martial arts stage, Bi Xuying scanned the audience, his eyes were sharp and unstoppable.

The expression of the fairy boy holding the whisk changed, and soon he showed an ordinary expression again, and said loudly: "Please come to the stage in the southern border of the Kongzhou, the Kongliu Xianzong, and the Beilin Xianjun."

As soon as the words fell, even Xianjun Beilin in the audience showed a look of astonishment.

According to the usual practice, the second person to take the stage should of course be Xianjun Feng Zhaoming.

At this moment, for some reason, he jumped over him and directly invited Xianjun Beilin to play.

Xianjun Beilin had a delicate mind, and quickly swept his spiritual consciousness across the audience, but he didn't find the figure of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming.

He immediately reacted, straightened his back, and walked slowly onto the martial arts stage step by step.

The pace was so slow that one wondered if this fairy had been seriously injured not long ago.

It can be seen that Beilin Xianjun has a ruddy complexion, a smile on his cheeks and lips, and seems to be in good health.

After arriving on the martial arts stage at such a speed, Beilin Xianjun smiled and looked at the millions of monks present, "Acceptance, acquiescence."

The fairy boy on the field said again:

"Please invite Beiyu Taichongzhou, Huotai Immortal Sect, and Wuping Immortal Lord to come on stage."

A monk in a blue robe suddenly jumped up from the stage.

He is strong and capable. After jumping from the sky, he flipped more than a dozen hollow somersaults before jumping onto the martial arts stage.

"Brothers, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Wuping Xianjun spoke heartily and greeted Bi Xuying and Beilin.

"But I don't know why Senior Brother Feng Zhaoming is not here? Could it be that he is going to be the last to appear? Zhengyang Xianzong, as the host, really brought many surprises to everyone."

"Hehe," Beilin Xianjun said with a gentle smile, "The opening ceremony of the Martial Arts Association has been similar for hundreds of millions of years. This time, it is difficult for Zhengyang Xianzong to introduce new ones, and it really adds more fun."

Immortal Lord Beilin and Immortal Feng Zhaoming have a good relationship, so naturally they will talk about what is beneficial to Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"Really?" Immortal Bi Xuying smiled speculatively, and said: "According to what I see, it's not about bringing forth the new, let alone surprises, it's really that the Zhengyang Immortal Sect is not well prepared and the situation is happening frequently. "

When the several immortals talked, they did not use their spiritual consciousness to transmit sound.

The monks present had sharp eyes and ears, and after hearing this, they couldn't help but start talking in a low voice, causing commotion.

Under the stage, Qian Qing let out a soft 'Huh', and whispered to Lin Zichu incessantly.

Fairy Lian Longyu looked sad and looked towards the main entrance of Yanwu Stage frequently.

In the direction of Kaiyuan Xianzong, the blind Bairen Sect Master's eyes were calm, and he put his right hand on the Bairen Immortal Sword worn by his waist, and gently stroked the pattern on the sword body with his fingertips from time to time.

Wuping Xianjun said:

"What do you mean, brother?"

Bi Xuying raised his head, with the same haughty expression as his disciples:

"I hoped that my clan's appearance was postponed earlier. Could it be that I wanted to be at the bottom on purpose? Of course not. I'm afraid that the little fairy master was naughty and playful. I didn't know where to go. This delayed the time, so I couldn't catch up with the nobleman's first appearance."

"..."

"Where's Feng Zhaoming? Xiantong, why didn't you invite him to the stage?" Bi Xuying sneered, looked at Xiantong, and said without waiting for his answer, "Because he is not in the martial arts arena at all, and he doesn't know where he went. The two masters and apprentices are in the same line when it comes to being late and not obeying the rules."

Under the stage, the guards of my clan looked livid and were short of breath.

If it weren't for the strict discipline of slaves among the nobles, it would be inconvenient to yell at them due to their status.

I hope that the many guards of my family will surely let Immortal Monarch Bi Xuying understand what it means to speak evil from the mouth.

"..."

Under the stage, Qian Qing stood up against the table and gritted her teeth: "This old man!"

Fairy Lian Longyu said angrily: "Presumptuous!"

Sect Master Bairen was even colder and vicious: "I want to kill him."

This sound was extremely low, and only Sect Master Feng Zigang, who was very close, heard it. He looked at Sect Master Bai Ren, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be a light flashing in the eyes of Bairen Sect Master's godless eyes.

Sect Master Bairen suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

In the darkness, there was a tall and straight figure standing at the main entrance of the martial arts hall.

The owner of that figure, dressed in a red and white robe, was handsome.

The eyebrows on the face are vermilion, like a half-faced yin-yang fish.

It was Feng Zhaoming.

But for some reason, this fairy, who usually has his feet collapsed in front of him and his face is impassive, is pale at this moment, and his body is still trembling slightly.

Because Feng Zhaoming tried his best to endure, only a very small number of people who were close to Xianjun realized Feng Zhaoming's strangeness.

Sect Master Bairen frowned, showing a puzzled expression.

Fairy Lian Longyu gritted her teeth tightly and said nothing.

On the martial arts stage, Xiantong's eyes lit up, and he said:

"I invite Xilu Zhengwuzhou, Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and Feng Zhaoming Immortal Lord to come to the stage!"

The four most powerful immortals from the four continents are standing together on the blue and white stone slab of the Martial Arts Stage.The whole body exudes a powerful aura that has been tempered and tempered.

Feng Zhaoming and Beilin Xianjun stood side by side on the east side.

Bi Xuying and Wu Ping stood side by side on the west side.

The four faced each other, and the fairy boy holding a whisk stood in the center of the four.

With a flick of Xiantong's wrist, Fuchen retracted into Qiankun's sleeve.

Flip again, and four dice appeared in Xiantong's palm.

This dice is different from ordinary dice, only one side is slightly concave, and the other sides are flat, without any points.

There is a round hole on the concave side.Among them, two dice are red and two dice are blue.

"Everyone," Xiantong said, "I have four dice in my hand, and two of them have the same color. After a while, I will throw the dice in the air, and the four immortals will snatch them at the same time. The one with the same color will be one." Group. The disciples of the immortals in the same group can show their skills in the next competition."

Martial arts event, a hundred years round.

Although there are as many arrogances in the world as there are stars, they emerge in endlessly.However, everyone knows that most of the winners of the martial arts event come from the disciples of the four immortals.

In order to increase the deterrence of the Martial Arts Show, after the opening ceremony, the four gentlemen will draw lots, and let the four disciples of the immortal king compete first.

The fairy boy bent over slightly, his belt fluttering, and said in his mouth:

"three."

"two."

"one!"

As soon as the words came out, Xiantong suddenly raised his hand and threw four dice into the air at the same time.

The millions of monks present all raised their heads, staring at the dice in midair.

In this very short moment, Immortal Bi Xuying separated his consciousness and saw that there were two red dice in front of himself and Feng Zhaoming. He was satisfied, so Bi Xuying sent a voice transmission to Feng Zhaoming: "Immortal Feng Zhaoming , for a while you and I will hold Hongzi together, how about it?"

Feng Zhaoming's face was pale, without saying a word, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the falling dice seriously.

An angry look flashed across Bi Xuying's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand, intending to raise his hand to grab the Hongzi in front of him.

Suddenly, there was wind blowing in front of him, and as soon as Bi Xuying's fingertips touched the red dice, Feng Zhaoming grasped the dice with lightning speed and held it in his palm.

At the same time, Beilin Xianjun spread his palms.The blue dice closest to him landed in the palm of Xianjun Beilin with a "click".

The fairy said with a smile: "My apprentice, Feng Suizi, is weak. No matter which senior brother is fighting with Feng Sui, I hope you will be merciful."

Bi Xuying snorted softly.

He thought that Feng Zhaoming snatched the dice in his hand to show him off, Bi Xuying was annoyed, but it was inconvenient to explode.

Seeing that Bi Xuying's fingers are flexible, he wants to catch another red dice.

The dice was closer to Feng Zhaoming, as soon as Bi Xuying turned around, Feng Zhaoming's palm followed him, and the speed was faster than Bi Xuying, wanting to catch the red dice again.

All this is a long story, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

Only Bi Xuying, the person concerned, understood what Feng Zhaoming had done, and anger suddenly burst out in his heart.

It should be known that Feng Zhaoming already has a dice in his hand at this time.

It stands to reason that no other dice should be shot.

In Bi Xuying's eyes, Feng Zhaoming's unusual actions turned into provocations.

Annoyed, Bi Xuying's palm suddenly lifted, his nails swelled, his spiritual pressure stirred, and he approached the dice with pressure.

Feng Zhaoming didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand made a grabbing gesture, and suddenly grabbed Bi Xuying's wrist.

Bi Xuying dodged sideways and grabbed the dice in the air with his other hand.

Feng Zhaoming let go immediately.

Bi Xuying gave Feng Zhaoming a cold look, thinking that he had finally had enough trouble.

But just when Bi Xuying was about to touch the red dice, he suddenly saw three small knives made of flames shooting straight at Bi Xuying's eyes, forcing him to retreat or resist.

Bi Xuying let out an annoyed growl, raised his hand and knocked down the knife.

Later, he wanted to grab the dice again, but Feng Zhaoming had already attacked by force, making a bold move.

"You! Feng Zhaoming!" Bi Xuying was furious, and no longer cared about the dice, he turned around and fought Feng Zhaoming, saying: "You think I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

This time, everyone reacted.

The millions of monks present were all stunned, showing eye-opening expressions.

No one expected that this simple drawing of lots by the immortals could turn into a confrontation.

And seeing the moves of these two immortals, none of them showed any mercy, they were ruthless.

Bi Xuying Xianjun has a hot temper and is defiant, and he has heard it for a long time.

But this Immortal Feng Zhaoming has a dull temperament, which seems to have nothing to do with being competitive.

I don't know what happened to Feng Zhaoming, but he was so restless all of a sudden, it was puzzling.