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

It was a bloody battle.

The Jindan cultivators headed by Qianqing were the first to step into the [-] battle mark.

At this time, Qian Qingyi changed her original aggressive and brave fighting style, and began to slow down the pace, using attack methods that consume less spiritual power as much as possible.

Someone clicked the doorway and said:

"I hope Qianqing is... Tired?"

"After all, it's two thousand competitions..."

Some monks also questioned why the rules of the Martial Arts Competition are that once they enter the field, they cannot rest.

After each life-and-death battle, there is only a very short time to rest and adjust. If you don't control it yourself, it will greatly affect the results of the subsequent battles.

The answer to the predecessors is, on the battlefield, where can I have time to rest?

Since its inception, the Martial Arts Show has been organized with the will to fight like a battlefield, and the rules are very strict.

Some monks also questioned: "Looking at my Qianqing, who has clearly broken through the high-level cultivation of the Golden Core, why does she look so tired? On the other hand, looking at Bo Xichencheng, it seems that the consumption of spiritual power is a little less than that of looking at my Qianqing."

"It's very simple. I hope Qianqing Bidou's style is open and close. He has little actual combat experience. At the beginning, he was a little out of control."

"It shouldn't be..." the heart said, I hope Qianqing is always paying attention to the consumption of her spiritual power.What's more, he practiced the way of controlling beasts, and the herd of beasts covered the sky and the earth with his wave. Using the power of beasts to delay the enemy is the least consumption of spiritual energy.

He was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't speak again, but concentrated on paying attention to the competition.

On the martial arts arena, I hope that I, Qianqing, will win consecutively. At this time, the result of the competition is more than [-] consecutive victories.

This record broke the record of Qianqing's father, Immortal Master Dongkun. Back then, Immortal Master Dongkun won [-] games in a row and had a draw, but Qian Qing didn't even get a tie, which was shocking enough.

"Look at me Qianqing... I really need [-] consecutive victories!"

A monk looked at the black and black scoreboard that was buzzing in the sky, and shouted in surprise.

"I hope that I, Qianqing, will only be 26 years old this year! To be able to reach such a level is terrifying, terrifying, and a dreadful young person!"

"Dongkun Immortal Lord fought more than [-] battles back then, with one defeat and two draws, creating the best record in Zhengwuzhou over the years."

"Is it going to be broken by the little lord who looks at my family today?"

A monk from Dongling Xianzong snorted coldly:

"Otherwise, what are the previous fights? The last few hundred battles are the key. All the monks who participated in the battle are starting to feel tired physically, and if they are negligent, they may lose."

"I hope Qianqing will win [-] games in a row, but my brother Zong Bo Xichencheng also won [-] games in a row!" A monk said proudly.

Everyone nodded.

Bo Xichencheng, the eldest disciple of Dongling Xianzong, participated in the martial arts event for the first time, and performed very well.

It was only because Qianqing performed better that she attracted more attention.

"Look at me, Qianqing and Bo Xichencheng, these two monks have extremely high levels of cultivation and excellent aptitude, but I don't know, who is better?"

"I'm afraid that when it's his turn to fight against each other, we will find out..."

The monks on the sidelines whispered.

As we all know, since the past dynasties, the No. 1 of the Martial Arts Association has mostly been selected from the disciples of the "Four Gentlemen".

This year's four disciples are exceptional.

Bo Xichencheng has been famous for a long time, and everyone is demeanor.

I hope that although Qianqing is young, she is strong in battle.

Lou Feng has a gentle personality, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Li Wudao has unique physical skills and strong patience.

Judging from the current situation, the top spot in the Martial Arts Competition may turn into a battle between Bo Xichencheng and Wangwo Qianqing.

Whoever can win will be able to take off the crown.

"The two of them represent Liaoji Continent and Zhengwu Continent respectively. One is recognized as the strongest continent, and the other is the bottom of the four continents..."

"I really hope to see the battle between the two of them soon."

It seems to have noticed something.

On the stage, Qianqing swiped her right hand horizontally, knocking her opponent down heavily, and the fight ended.

At the same time, Qianqing suddenly tilted her head slightly, and looked somewhere out of the corner of her eye.

Not far away, Bo Xichencheng, who was also standing on the Yanwu platform with the word "Heaven", turned his head around in unison.

He saw that the two monks were about the same size, one was full of fighting spirit, and the other looked down proudly.

Qianqing let out a soft "hum" from her throat, then put the fairy sword in her hand back into the scabbard, turned over and jumped off the martial arts stage, and happily ran towards Lin Zichu.

A dim light flashed across Bo Xichencheng's eyes.

Both of them knew that the time for the two of them to confront each other was not far away.

A few more days passed.

When the last monk also broke through [-] fights, three of the remaining four "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" martial arts platforms in the martial arts hall suddenly disappeared, leaving only one martial arts platform with the word "Heaven" left.

Among the [-] matches, the monks whose winning percentage is less than [-] matches have their names erased from the record list and are not eligible to participate in the next match.

At this time, Qianqing has fought [-] matches, but she still hasn't lost a single defeat.

But his state is also a bit embarrassing. Often, his spiritual power has not recovered half, and he has to go on stage to fight again.

Qianqing's left cheek was also scratched with a bloodstain by the enemy, because the injury was not fatal, she didn't spare time for treatment.

He was obviously extremely tired, and when he sat cross-legged beside Lin Zichu, he would tremble while panting.

The painful wounds accumulated in the body were screaming and protesting.

Qian Qing ignored her completely, closed her eyes tightly, laid countless spiritual formations all over her body, and tried her best to recover her spiritual power.

Suddenly, a divine sense came, and Qian Qing suddenly opened her eyes sharply.

Lin Zichu, who was quietly sitting next to Qianqing, looked over.

"Ah Ching?"

"……coming."

Hearing what Qianqing said, Lin Zichu frowned, and turned his head to look somewhere.

Not far away, I saw Bo Xichen standing up and walking towards the martial arts stage.

On the scroll of Yanwutai, the name "Look at me Qianqing, Bo Xichencheng" is impressively written.

Lin Zichu's heart tightened. Seeing that Qianqing was about to get up, she struggled and said:

"Ah Qing...if you..."

Lin Zichu pulled Qianqing's sleeve, so she didn't get up, she looked at Lin Zichu with a serious expression, waiting for him to speak.

Lin Zichu suddenly had nothing to say.

What do you want to say?

If you try your best and still can't win Bo Xichen City, then admit defeat.It's not a shame that the other party is several years older than you.

But...but looking at Qianqing's unwavering eyes, Lin Zichu felt that it was useless.

—He will never admit defeat.

Seeing Lin Zichu's expression of hesitation, Qian Qing covered the back of Lin Zichu's hand with her backhand, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, Cang Shu?"

"……nothing."

Lin Zichu raised his other hand, and gently stroked Qianqing's left cheek.

The bloodstains that were ripped apart from flesh and blood disappeared in an instant.

"Go." Lin Zichu lowered his head and kissed Qianqing's finger, then let go.

The moment he let go, no one knew how sad and reluctant he was.

Suddenly, Qianqing's hand grabbed it again.

"Don't worry." Qian Qing said firmly, "I'm fine."

On the martial arts stage.

Qian Qing and Bo Xi Chencheng stood opposite each other.

"Look at me Qianqing, I have admired your great name for a long time. Seeing the honor today, it is really exactly the same as your father."

Bo Xi Chencheng shook his sleeves, and said with a sneer, "Father and son are equally excellent, I just hope you don't die young like the Immortal Lord Dongkun."

As soon as Bo Xichencheng said this, the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong were furious and cursed endlessly.

Qian Qing only smiled slightly and said, "Are you courting death?"

"..."

These two monks are currently the top figures on the record list, and their every move represents their respective fairy continents.

Even if Bo Xichencheng has a problem with Qianqing and calls his father short-lived, he still has to be careful with his words.

Who would have thought that Qianqing would not accept this at all, and her words were not polite.

Bo Xichencheng squinted his eyes, and said dangerously: "...not for the time being! Fellow Daoist Qianqing, how will you compete with Gu in this competition?"

"Oh?" Qian Qing said, "What else can I say?"

Bo Xichencheng glanced at Lin Zichu who was in the audience, and sneered: "Your Taoist partner Lin Zichu is very treacherous, knowing that he can't beat Lou Fengsui, so he proposed to play chess with him to determine the winner. I don't know what trick he used. He defeated Lou Fengsui, but he knew that with his strength, he couldn't make Lou Fengsui vomit blood and pass out. Look at me, Qianqing, tell me, how to settle this debt?"

It turned out that Bo Xichencheng hated Linzi for beating Lou Fengsui in chess at the beginning of the game, and now he finally found a chance to make a fool of Qianqing.

Bo Xichencheng said contemptuously: "It's better for you and me to compete in piano skills. Hehe, brother Qianqing, I heard that after you played, you were beaten away by Pingsha Luoyan. I really want to listen to your piano. Art, just how bad it is."

Of course, Zhu Changpeng told Bo Xichencheng about Qianqing's poor piano skills.

Under the stage, Lou Feng shook his head when he saw Bo Xichencheng being aggressive, frowned and remained silent.

Qian Qing smiled and said: "Lin Zichu is my Taoist companion, and we are of the same heart, this account is on my head. But I am really curious, Bo Xichencheng, what are you from Lou Feng Sui Taoist friend?" ? Are you also worthy to come to me to settle accounts for him?"

Bo Xichencheng's face suddenly became slightly hot.

It's no secret that he has a special liking for Lou Feng.

But young people are thin-skinned, how could anyone dare to speak out like Qian Qing?

Bo Xichencheng is quite rich, and he didn't refute when he heard the words, but smiled instead.

Qianqing squinted her eyes and curled up the corners of her mouth. The relationship between the two was calm, and there was not a single spark in sight.

However, in the next moment, the two of them swayed, moved in front of each other in an instant, took out their weapons together, and fought at the same time!

Both of them knew that this kind of verbal bickering could be suspended, because a life-and-death fight between them was absolutely indispensable.

Only a long sound of "嗡——!" was heard, and the Taifu Queyan Immortal Sword in Qianqing's hand suddenly slashed towards Bo Xichencheng.

However, the attack was quickly blocked, and a brown guqin stood in front of Bo Xichencheng.

Qianqing was startled.

Taifu Queyan's sword is sharp, the opponent's violin looks ugly, and he doesn't know how to block Taifu Queyan's attack.

Bo Xichencheng was also secretly surprised, he didn't expect Qianqing's offensive to be so fierce, and he restrained his previous contempt.

With a strong shock, he blocked Qianqing's sword, turned over and sat cross-legged on the blue and white stone slab.

"Fellow Daoists, please listen to Gu play a piece."

Bo Xichencheng lightly plucked the strings with his right hand, with an elegant gesture.

However, Qianqing didn't show her face, she leaned forward and said:

"Do not listen!"

The sword light in his right hand was dazzling, and he raised his hand and stabbed Bo Xichencheng's throat.

Bo Xichencheng calmly said:

"The enemy is now, and we have to fight. This song is called "Attacking the Enemy"."

Qian Qing only felt her face tense, and the vast spiritual pressure came as soon as she said it.

I saw Bo Xichencheng flicked his right hand fingers lightly, and the fairy music sounded ethereal.

Yet the damage done by this elegant symphony is palpable.

Qian Qing's complexion changed drastically, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. After hearing the first sound of the piano, he tiptoed to the ground and hurriedly backed away to distance himself from Bo Xichencheng.

At the same time, all the blue and white stone slabs beside Bo Xichencheng were smashed into ashes!

The second piano sound followed closely, and Qianqing's heart beat wildly, almost in line with the rhythm.

The blood in his body was boiling, his veins were swollen, and he couldn't bear it any longer, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the monks in the audience were stunned.

"Bo Xichencheng is proficient in rhythm and is good at playing the guqin. He uses the sound of the qin to attack the enemy. I never thought that he has reached such a level. With just two sounds of the qin, I can make Qianqing vomit blood and get seriously injured!"

On the stage, Bo Xichencheng let out a soft "Huh", as if he was a little puzzled.

He knew that Qianqing was powerful, so when he made a move, it was the strongest method.

I hope that Chiharu's reaction is not in line with what I expected.

"Is this not enough?"

Bo Xichencheng flicked his hands lightly, big and small pearls fell on the jade plate, he said loudly: "The wonderful thing is yet to come."

The third zither sound was as vast as the sea, rolling sound waves, rushing towards Qianqing.

Qian Qing frowned, blood dripped from the corner of her lips to the ground, and he didn't bother to wipe it off.

Seeing Qinyin's swift attack, Qianqing couldn't help but take a step back.

However, in the next second, at such a critical juncture, he actually closed his eyes!

The onlookers in the audience almost jumped up, anxious for Qianqing: "What is he doing? Is he looking for death?"

"Close your eyes at a time like this, what does he want to do!"

"Wait... this... this breath..."

But seeing Qianqing's battle robe was like fire, bulging slightly in the strong wind.

He raised his right hand, the palm was contused and bleeding, and gently covered his forehead.

Between Qianqing's forehead, there is a silver forehead point, on which are two crossed silver chains, sealing the Fulong in his forehead.

Fulong is rebellious by nature, longing for freedom, and no one can tame him.

But for some unknown reason, the crouching dragon on Qianqing's forehead got along well with Qianqing at this time.

Qianqing slapped her forehead with her right hand, because there was Fulong staying here, her forehead could not be touched easily.

At this moment, Qianqing forcibly endured an indescribable disgust, only to hear two crisp "clicks".

The silver chains that intersected across Qian Qing's forehead opened abruptly.

An astonishing mist filled the stage, and a faint fishy smell spread out.

The third zither sound suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed by something.

The water mist blocked the vision in front of him, and Bo Xichencheng couldn't see the situation ahead.After all, he has a wide range of knowledge. Seeing this situation, he was calm and unhurried, his hands were completely undisturbed, and his playing became more precise and eager.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

The fourth, fifth, and sixth zither sounds came out at the same time, attacking Qianqing like raindrops.

The fishy wind blew away the thick fog.

Bo Xichencheng's black hair suddenly parted, covering his face.

It seems that some huge monster is sucking in air suddenly.

Bo Xichencheng's eyes widened suddenly.

He slapped the ground, stood up, and quickly retreated!

"Roar--!!"

A deafening roar resounded through the entire martial arts hall in an instant!

The roar was so powerful that it blocked all of Bo Xichencheng's zither sounds, and forced Bo Xichencheng to retreat, unable to use more zither sounds to attack.

With this roar, the shattered blue and white stone slab trembled, and countless dust and powder danced wildly against the wind in the air.

Despite the protection of the enchantment, there were still many monks in the audience covering their eyes with their arms and leaning back, as if they were afraid of being implicated.

Only when the dust settles, the water mist dissipates, and within the enchantment, can we see clearly the scene of the competition on the martial arts platform with the word "Heaven".

On the martial arts stage, there is a Fulong with silver scales and sharp claws, yellow pupils and white teeth, swimming and walking in a majestic manner.

It has a huge body and sharp eyes, and it patrols the martial arts stage with a murderous look, as if it is confirming its own territory.

From time to time, he opened his nostrils and hissed.

"This……"

Under the stage, a monk from Zhengwuzhou fell to his knees with limp legs, crying.

"This is... Fulong's roar!"

Among the beasts in Zhengwuzhou, Fulong and Queyanhe are the most famous.

Among them, Fulong was even painted as a totem for future generations to look up to.

Of course Bo Xichencheng had heard of Fulong's name, even if he hadn't, he knew that this dragon should not be underestimated just because of the power of the dragon's roar and the dissolving of the piano sound of "Attacking the Enemy".

On the stage, Bo Xichencheng held the guqin in his hand, looked up solemnly, and raised his head impressively.

On a high place, there is a monk in red sitting cross-legged in the center of Fulong's head.

Fulong shook his ears from side to side, and Qianqing's body swayed as well, as if sitting very unsteadily.

It turned out that when Fulong was released just now, he was in a happy mood, excited, he held Qianqing on his head and floated him into the air.

But soon, Fulong realized that he wanted to turn his face and refused Qianqing to sit here.

I only heard Qianqing whisper: "Good boy. How long have you lived between my forehead? I didn't even chase you away! Reciprocity, it's my turn, good boy, how about letting me sit?"

Where is Fulong willing to listen?I saw it shaking its body desperately, jumping up and down, treating Qianqing like a flea on its body.

Qian Qing firmly grabbed Fu Long's ears and shouted: "Bad dragon! There are enemies around at this moment, you dare to fight with me first..."

While quarreling and fighting.

Suddenly there was a very thin and low sound of the piano.

Qianqing was shocked, and after letting go of Fulong, she immediately went to cover her ears!

The influence of this very fine piano sound on Qianqing is even more powerful than that of "Attacking the Enemy" just now.

The sound of the piano is sad, like weeping and complaining, and it draws out the saddest and most painful past events in the monk's heart one by one, disintegrating the monk's combat power and making him crumble.

Fulong's ears were suddenly let go, and he was taken aback for a moment. He saw Qianqing trembling all over, rolling off the dragon's head, and was about to fall hard to the ground.

Bo Xichencheng let out a soft "Huh" again, thinking, how could this be?

A monk with a high-level Jindan cultivation would usually not react so strongly to this piece of music.

This kind of performance is actually a bit like...

Bo Xichencheng saw that Qianqing reacted so strongly to the sound of his piano that she fell from Fulong's head.He knew that the opportunity must not be missed, and he would never miss it, so the movement of playing the piano with his right hand suddenly accelerated, wanting to take this opportunity to severely injure Qian Qing.

The sound of the piano turned into substance, like a torrential rain pouring down on Qianqing's side.

However, at this moment, Fulong's scales were suddenly seen swimming, and in an instant it swam under Qianqing's body.

The tip of its nose trembled, and it reluctantly took Qianqing to the top of its head.

According to legend, Fulong is the fastest moving beast in Zhengwuzhou. They roam between the heaven and the earth at a speed that even Mahayana monks can't match.

Although the juvenile Fulong is not as fast, it should not be underestimated either.

When receiving Qianqing, Fulong opened his mouth and roared again and again.

Fulong's roar shook the heavens and the earth, drowning out the sound of the piano, making Bo Xichencheng couldn't help but raise his hand and squeeze the formula to shut down the sound coming from his ears.

Then whenever Bo Xichencheng wanted to play the piano, Fulong would roar.

However, although Fulong's roar was loud, it seemed to have no effect on Qianqing.

He sat on Fulong's head, happily, and said: "Good boy, the scales are so beautiful, and the roar is also generally majestic. The enemy is dangerous, and the music of the zither is messed up. Good dragon, come with me to fight the enemy!"

He was talking happily when suddenly there was wind in his ears.

Qianqing was already prepared and raised her hand to cover her face.

It turned out that Fulong turned his head violently, and slapped Qianqing hard with his ear. He was about to slap Qianqing's cheek, but was blocked for a while, and hit the back of Qianqing's hand.

The back of his hand turned red immediately.

Qianqing didn't scold.

Because after Bo Xichencheng realized that the sound of the piano didn't work on Fulong, he quickly changed his tactics.

Bo Xichencheng patted the guqin lightly with his right hand.

The seven golden strings on the guqin shot out like arrows of light.

The strings on the Guqin are no more than the length of two arms, but when they spread outside, they can be changed in length.

The golden silk strings cut like mud, like living vines, suddenly pulled towards Qianqing.

Although Fulong's scales are hard, Qianqing's Fulong is still young and has never shed his scales.Qian Qing didn't dare to ask it to take risks, and suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way, I'll let you out later!"

Take Fulong back to his forehead.

Seeing that Qianqing summoned Fulong, she just reached out and left with a wave, which is much more convenient than leading the dragon array.

Pianna Fulong still doesn't resist!

Everyone knows that it is extremely obedient, it seems that this weird kid in my family really subdued the divine beast Fulong.

Bo Xichencheng wanted to catch Fulong and Qianqing all at once, but seeing Fulong being so obedient, his face was unhappy.

The attack of the golden strings continued unabated, and Bo Xichen said, "You have a group of good beasts under your command!"

"Really?" Qian Qing smiled and said, "There are many more, you haven't seen them yet!"

The strings came whistling, with a fierce attack that opened up the world, and they were pulled out brazenly.

The strings are hard and sharp, and even if they are blown by the wind, an arm will be removed immediately.

Seeing that Qianqing was not in a hurry, someone shouted anxiously: "Quickly draw the sword! Quickly draw the sword!"

But in the next second, the sharp strings seemed to be still, stopping at the place where Qian Qing slapped her.

Bo Xichencheng was about to take the string back, but he pulled it with his right hand, the string trembled slightly, but he didn't come back.

His complexion changed, he held the string with his right hand, and pulled it back suddenly.

The string moved back a few inches, but it was still not far in front of Qianqing.

"you……"

Bo Xichencheng frowned.

The strings of the violin he used were custom-made and extremely sharp.

Even Bo Xichencheng had to wear diamond silk gloves to play the piano, otherwise his fingers would be cut off.

I hope that Qianqing is clearly not moving, how can I leave the strings behind?

And just now, Bo Xichencheng's pulling force can crack the stone slab, why can't he pull the strings back?

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

Bo Xichencheng didn't have time to think about it, and fiddled with the fingers of his right hand on the strings repeatedly.

It turned out that he knew just now that Qianqing deciphered her piano sound because of Fulong's roar. At this moment, Qianqing was worried that Fulong would be injured, so she summoned him back.

Therefore, Bo Xichencheng saw Qianqing's loophole, and flicked his fingers repeatedly, trying to hit Qianqing hard with the sound of the piano.

No matter how fast Qianqing moved, it would take time to summon Fulong.

Bo Xichencheng played extremely ruthlessly, but when he was playing, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sound of the golden strings under his hand, no.

Bo Xichen suddenly looked over.

The sun shines brightly, reflecting the golden strings brightly and thoroughly.

A circle of clear transparent mucus was faintly visible around the strings.

"I see."

Bo Xichencheng nodded, and suddenly let go of his right hand.

"It's Ten Thousand Rens Spider Silk."

"You have some knowledge." Qianqing smiled slightly, and there was an eight-legged black-haired spider on her shoulder, showing its shiny black fangs at the enemy, and with a "poof", spit out a mouthful of sticky silk in demonstration.

Climbing along Qianqing's shoulders to the top of her head, she squatted down and lay down.

The strings wrapped in spider silk must never be taken back for use, because the sticky silk on it can firmly stick to the monk's skin and cannot get out.

After thinking about this, Bo Xichen made a quick decision and abandoned the strings.

"Good decision." Qian Qingyan praised insincerely, paused, and said: "That's the end of the temptation, Bo Xichencheng, let's get serious."

"What?!" Someone in the audience exclaimed in shock: "Such a fierce competition...is it just a test?"

However, Bo Xichencheng's next sentence made people even more dumbfounded.

"Hehe," Bo Xichencheng said proudly, "Does a small Jindan junior monk still need to be lonely?"

Qianqing's face darkened, her eyes gloomy.

All the monks were discussing and commotion, unbelievable:

"Elementary Golden Core? No way. At the opening ceremony, what Qianqing showed off was the advanced Golden Core."

"If he is only at the elementary level of Jindan, then he has defeated Li Wudao by leapfrogging?"

"What did Bo Xichencheng find?"

There are also careful monks who put forward:

"I just said... I hope Qianqing is tired a little earlier. The spiritual power contained in his body may really not be able to reach the high level of Jindan."

"Is it two small realms lower than Bo Xichencheng?... The difference is too much."

"This competition...I'm afraid it will be very difficult for Qianqing."