Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

The golden-haired Bai Ziyu looked at him with bright eyes.

Looking at this kid's lively appearance, it seems that his injury has already healed, and the corners of his mouth can't stop turning up at this moment.

"Why do fellow daoists come to participate in this sect competition, but come to watch the battle? Last time we said goodbye, fellow daoists have been doing well recently..."

The last time when Qiu Chenzhi rescued him at the moment of life and death, the young man only felt admiration and admiration in his heart, and he always wanted to thank him in person.

It's a pity that I haven't seen him in this period of time.

In today's Zongmen Grand Competition, Bai Ziyu accidentally bumped into the person he wanted to meet, he couldn't help being overjoyed, he already had a lot of things to say to this good-looking and powerful fellow Taoist in front of him.

But before he could finish his sentence, a harsh voice suddenly came from behind.

"Look at who this is? Isn't this the junior brother who was knocked off the stage at the first sight of the opponent in the last Zongmen Grand Competition, and ended up crying?"

Bai Ziyu's movements froze for a moment, and then he looked behind him angrily: "Thank you, senior brother!"

Behind him, a burly young man who looked about 27 came over lazily, and sarcastically said: "Little brother, brother, I just told the truth, you won't be crying in a hurry again, right?"

The burly young man was accompanied by a group of disciples in the sect. Hearing this, they couldn't help but covered their mouths and laughed.

This person's name is Xie Ming, and he is the second disciple of Elder Nanhua. His own cultivation is not bad, but he usually likes to bully disciples whose cultivation is not as good as his.

Because of his young age and shallow cultivation, Bai Ziyu was often verbally squeezed by this person.

Ten years ago, he was only seven or eight years old, but when he first entered the arena of the Zongmen Grand Competition, he was defeated by one move, and the wound was so painful that the corners of his eyes were crying.It's just that he was too young back then, and the rest of the elders and brothers and sisters didn't take it seriously.

On the contrary, it was caught by Xie Ming, who repeatedly mentioned it over the years, deliberately humiliating him.

Now, in front of the fellow Taoist whom he wholeheartedly admires, being brought up twice or three times about embarrassing things about the past, Bai Ziyu also felt anxious, his face turned red, he gritted his teeth and said, "You..."

"Don't think that you can be so unscrupulous because you are a disciple of Master Nanhua!"

"Ouch! Senior brother is so scared! How come we forgot about our little junior brother who loves to cry, but the direct disciple of the head of the sect, he can't be provoked..." Xie Ming pretended to be scared, and said sarcasm But it's getting worse.

"Next, little brother, shouldn't you run to the head of the sect with tears in your eyes and complain, saying that I will scold you for crying, brother?"

"you!"

After all, Bai Ziyu was young, and he was so overwhelmed by these words that he couldn't speak, but his whole body was trembling with anger, his fists were tightly clenched together and his veins were bulging.

Although the second disciple of Elder Nanhua is a bully and fearful of the tough, he is not stupid.

He knew in his heart that those outer disciples could let him bully and humiliate him, but Bai Ziyu, who was also a direct disciple, he could only take advantage of it with words, and dared not do anything.

Just because the conflict between the two was only verbal, in the eyes of the elders of the master's sect, the quarrel between the two disciples was not worth getting involved in.

So although Bai Ziyu was in a hurry at this time, there was nothing he could do.

Seeing this situation, Xie Ming knew that this kid had nothing to do with him, so he became more and more complacent. He squinted his eyes as if he was about to say a few more words, but suddenly he frowned, and looked suspiciously at the dense plane trees.

"Who's up there?"

Just now he was only focused on trying to squeeze Bai Ziyu, and didn't pay attention to the leafy plane tree in front of him, until he got closer, and then he suddenly noticed a piece of pure white clothes exposed among the dense branches and leaves.

Now he was only half a step away from entering the Golden Core realm, but he stood here for a long time, but he didn't realize that there was still a person hidden in the tree.

This person's aura almost melted into the heaven and earth, dissipating into nothingness.

Xie Ming looked solemn, took a step forward cautiously, and said in a deep voice: "But which senior in the door is taking a break again? If the junior disturbs you, leave immediately."

Having said that, he still took a few steps forward cautiously, wanting to see the true face of the person on the tree.

Bai Ziyu, who was guarding under the tree, became alert instantly, and took a step forward to block Xie Ming: "Didn't Brother Xie say he was going to leave, why is he still lingering?"

Xie Ming glanced at him, and saw that the man on the tree showed no signs of anger, and he didn't seem to have the moody temper of those high-ranking people, so he felt relieved, and just smiled: "Why, the junior brother and the senior on the tree know each other ?”

Bai Ziyu said with a cold face, "This person is a fellow Taoist I met some time ago, brother, why are you asking so many questions?"

So it was just a friend this kid knew... Xie Ming laughed in his heart, cursing himself for thinking too much.

He said how could there be so many masters in this world, and who would be friends with a kid who was sixteen or seventeen, and he was just another posturing rat.

Thinking of this, he put down his originally cautious and respectful posture in an instant, pointed at the sycamore tree carelessly, and said: "Since you are a friend of the junior brother, come down and ask us big guys to have a look too, what's the matter with always hiding your head and showing your tail?" ?”

"you……"

Seeing that Xie Ming yelled three times without any respect, Bai Ziyu immediately became angry, and couldn't help but wanted to go forward and have a good reasoning.

It was just a warm and slender palm that suddenly pressed against his shoulder, stopping his next movements.

Bai Ziyu froze in place for a moment.

He turned his head slowly, looked at the person behind him who was as tall as a pine and a crane, and called Ai Ai Qiqi: "Fellow Daoist?"

Qiu Chenzhi looked at him with clear eyes, shook his head slightly, and signaled the young man not to be impulsive.

There are so many people on the opposite side, if you charge up like this, my child, you are afraid that you will be beaten into small cakes!

Why is this little golden retriever screaming every time he is bullied?

He frowned slightly, and looked at the group of people opposite the young man.

The small group headed by Xie Ming was also staring at Qiu Chenzhi in a daze at this moment, slightly lost in thought.

They all thought that the hide-and-seek rat on the tree must have the ugly appearance of a sharp-mouthed monkey.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw a figure descending lightly from the treetops, as light as a startling bird, as ethereal as the wind, with the posture of a heavenly man.

For a moment, everyone was a little stunned.

In the end, Xie Ming was the first to react, and immediately turned his gaze to Qiu Chenzhi's robe.

I saw Qiu Chen's body clothing, top and bottom were plain white, except for a long, narrow and dark sword hanging from his waist, there was no pattern decoration on his sleeves.

Xie Ming couldn't help but feel happy.

Inside the Taixu Sect, the collars of the head elders will be embroidered with golden dark patterns, the cuffs and belts of the direct disciples will be ironed with thin red patterns, and the sleeves of the inner disciples will be dyed with light gray cloud patterns.

Only outer disciples who are helpless and have no foundation and influence can be so white in their clothes.

Although the beauty in front of me was not wearing a taoist robe like that of an outsider disciple, but looking at him, there was no aura of cultivation in his body. It seemed that he had already become a fairy and returned to his innocence, or he was really just a mortal with no magic power.

Xie Ming flattered that the person in front of him was of course the latter.

He coughed slightly to hide the astonishment on his face, looked at Bai Ziyu with a smile on his face and said, "Little brother, where did you meet such a handsome friend, why don't you meet the senior brother who introduced you?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward to grab Qiu Chenzhi's hand.

What does this guy want?

Qiu Chenzhi glanced at Xie Ming inexplicably, focused on his hairy hands, pulled out the long sword at his waist with some disgust, and hit his furry paws with the scabbard.

"Sigh~~"

Xie Ming's hand hurt, he gasped and quickly retracted his hand, only to see a red and swollen line on the back of his dark and strong hand.

"Tsk! You have a strong temper..."

He muttered in his mouth, leaning towards this side again.

Bai Ziyu suddenly became angry, and pulled out his sword with a "bass", and blocked it between the two: "Xie Ming, are you stupid?"

Xie Ming heard that he didn't even call out to his senior brother, so he sneered immediately, shook his hands and said, "The younger brother's temper is getting bigger and bigger, and he dares to talk like this to the senior brother."

Looking at Bai Ziyu's shining sword tip, not only was he not afraid, but he pressed forward step by step, with aggressive words in his mouth.

"A few days ago, your third senior brother was directly deprived of his qualifications as a direct disciple by the head of the sect, and was banned for a hundred years..."

He purposely pinched the sword in front of him against his throat, and said with a smile: "Why, do you want to follow in the footsteps of your third senior brother?"

"Xie Ming, you—" The young man seemed to be completely irritated, his fiery eyes stared at the person in front of him, and he almost threw his sword at him regardless.

At this fleeting moment, Qiu Chenzhi suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Bai Ziyu's shoulder, and pushed him aside before he could react.

Bai Ziyu, who was pushed aside, froze for a moment, his expression on his face was like that of a puppy who had been kicked suddenly, full of ignorance and bewilderment.

"Fellow?"

Xie Ming on the side laughed, and stretched out his hand to shake Qiu Chenzhi's hand: "There will always be people in this world who know the current affairs... hiss~~"

He gasped suddenly, and his huge and sturdy body suddenly dodged backwards, but he still couldn't hide from the oncoming sword light.

Once the sword is out of its sheath, the clearness is more awe-inspiring, as bright as day, and as cold as autumn frost.

In an instant, Qiu Chen held a sword in his hand and had forced Xie Ming to the point of no return.

The sword that took people's lives was hanging above his head, Xie Ming broke out in a cold sweat instantly, he lay faceless on the ground, and rolled aside in a state of embarrassment, not caring about the dust and dirt on his white clothes.

However, Qiu Chenzhi's eyes moved, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed direction, and the sharp sword light that followed him like a shadow was still biting behind him, with no intention of giving up.

Xie Ming regretted greatly in his heart, only hated himself for being blind and provoking the wrong person, but at this moment he had no choice but to dodge to the side, finally got the right time, raised his hand and summoned his saber .

His saber was bestowed by Elder Nanhua himself, and it is a rare high-grade magic weapon. Xie Ming has defeated many powerful enemies countless times with this sword.

With the magical weapon in his hand, Xie Ming felt that he had a bargaining chip to save his life. Xie Ming didn't panic anymore. He jumped up from the ground and rushed straight to Qiu Chenzhi's sword light.

"Little boy, when I take you down, I will kill you sooner or later..."

He said bitterly, urging all the cultivation bases of his body to pour into it, and the saber in his hand raised a round of brilliance, facing the oncoming long sword tit for tat.

"Crack."

An extremely slight sound came.

The astonishment on Xie Ming's face hadn't had time to surface, half of the dagger had already passed his cheek, and fell to the ground, stained with dust.

At the same time, he only felt a chill in his waist and abdomen, and when he looked up again, the white-clothed swordsman in front of him was already standing with his sword in his hands, his clear eyes were looking at him coldly, but the blade was not stained with any blood.

Blood……

Xie Ming's face was pale, and he stood stiffly on the spot. After a long while, he stroked his waist with trembling hands.

As soon as his fingers touched the shirt, the fine material suddenly split into countless pieces and flew away, revealing a red mark on his waist that was as thin as a spider's silk, and blood was constantly oozing out.

Under the eyes of everyone, the red mark gradually expanded, exposing bright red flesh and blood, and finally spread into a terrifying wound spanning more than half of the waist and abdomen. Blood flowed down, staining half of the clothes red.

Xie Ming seemed to have been cut in half, and he fell to the ground clutching his wound, gasping for air in pain, twitching all over his body, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Seeing this situation, the disciples who had surrounded Xie Ming were all taken aback for a moment, and then they took a step back in horror, raising their heads and staring at the indifferent Qiu Chenzhi in fear.

This kind of wound... How fast a sword does it need to be done?

Senior brother Xie Ming was only half a step away from attaining the golden core stage, even in front of senior brother Mo Han, he could persist in hundreds of moves without losing, but in front of this person, he was as vulnerable as a chicken and a dog.

Who is this person?

Ignoring the complicated gazes of those disciples, Qiu Chenzhi just brushed off the dust on his sleeves, and put the sword back into its sheath calmly.

He has been studying Mo Han's sword skills silently for a while, and now he is trying two tricks, but he doesn't expect the effect to be so good.

That fellow Mo Han's swordsmanship is surprisingly exquisite.

But it was also because of the lack of strength of that person on the ground!He glanced at Xie Ming who was crying in pain on the ground, and couldn't help sighing.

Generally, in novels, characters like this kind of brainless cannon fodder are definitely cannon fodder-level in strength, and that's why they were beaten so badly by a new scholar like myself.

It's better not to be too busy complacent.

Just now when the long sword was unsheathed, he was merciful, knowing that the cannon fodder on the ground would not be in danger, so he didn't continue to pay attention, but walked slowly in front of the dazed Bai Ziyu, stretched out his hand and patted his back. Shoulder.

Bai Ziyu looked up at him blankly.

Qiu Chenzhi pointed to Xie Ming on the ground, and said calmly: "He cried worse than you, you don't lose face."

Bai Ziyu looked at him inexplicably, and it took a while to realize that Qiu Chenzhi meant that Xie Ming's tearful appearance was even more embarrassing after he was defeated, and he no longer had to worry about being laughed at by Xie Ming.

Thinking of this, Bai Ziyu's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but lower his head and clenched his fists tightly. After a while, he suddenly raised his head, and stretched out his hand to push Qiu Chenzhi's shoulder.

"Fellow Daoist, let's go!"

He said with red eyes.

Qiu Chenzhi: "..."

Hello!Do not bring such a bar!Just when I rescued you, you didn't even say thank you and wanted to drive him away?

But Bai Ziyu became more and more anxious, and pushed his shoulders harder and harder: "Fellow Daoist, it's not appropriate to stay here, you should hurry to find my senior brother... No! You should hurry to find my master. "

At this time, the group of disciples on the opposite side had already reacted, and at the same time shouted: "He can't go!"

"This person hurt Elder Nanhua's beloved disciple. If he escapes, we will all be responsible..."

"Junior Brother Bai, are you trying to cover up the villains who hurt others?"

"Go and stop him..."

Even though he said so, but this group of people just shouted loudly, you pushed me for a long time, but no one dared to come forward to stop Qiu Chenzhi.

Everyone was terrified by his sword just now.

But Bai Ziyu was in a hurry, he pulled Qiu Chenzhi's wrist and wanted to leave here with the sword.

But before he left, there was an angry shout from far away, the sound was like thunder, and everyone present felt their scalps go numb.

"Who dares to make trouble during the Zongmen Grand Competition?"