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

Hearing this, the monks who had been surrounding Qianqing dispersed with a bang as if avoiding danger, fearing that staying where they were would affect Qianqing's next performance.

However, these monks didn't expect that Qianqing was seriously injured at this time, and she couldn't sit up straight, and when she stood up, she was about to fall backwards.

At the critical moment, Lin Zichu hurried forward, lifted Qianqing's back, and let him lie on his lap.

"Senior Brother Zichu, no! After Senior Brother Qianqing woke up, if you want to heal him again, then..."

"He's injured so badly, can't you see it?" Lin Zichu was anxious, feeling uncomfortable, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I won't use any spiritual power...I just support him."

"……This……"

Seeing that Lin Zichu was so persistent, it was difficult for others to say anything.

But he said that in order to ensure the complete fairness of the Martial Arts Competition, when Qian Qing fell into a coma just now, other monks helped her.

The rescue time was also counted in the gap between Qianqing's three rest matches.

He was badly injured, and when he woke up, a game had passed and there was not much time left.

Qianqing didn't have time to talk to Lin Zichu, so she closed her eyes like this, desperately breathing in the spiritual energy around her, and repairing her tattered tendons.

In this fight with Bo Xichencheng, it seemed that he would injure the enemy a hundred and injure himself by eight thousand, but it was not.

Just talk about Qianqing's veins.

The monks at the beginning level of Jindan have tendons and veins as thick as bamboo chopsticks, supplying spiritual energy to travel around the body.

For middle-level monks, the veins are like wooden sticks.

At a high level, it is like a wrist.

The wider the veins, the more spiritual power a monk can hold in his body.

Qian Qing is different from other monks, he has extraordinary aptitude, he has a pulse to the forehead, and the spiritual power that can be contained in his body is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul monk.

Of course, this is also the theoretical limit. On weekdays, Qianqing has never tried to absorb so much spiritual power.

Now he was finally given such a chance.

I saw that Qianqing's damaged tendons were constantly repairing, and they were weakly expanded by the stimulation of the majestic spiritual power.The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, but the damage to the tendons gradually improves Qianqing's cultivation bit by bit.

Qian Qing could sense that the spiritual power contained in her body was probably more than that of a mid-level Golden Core cultivator, and in a short while, she would really be able to become a high-level Golden Core cultivator...

Because Qianqing recovered with her eyes closed, she completely entered the land of no one.

So he didn't see Lin Zichu holding him with both hands, with a forbearing expression on his face.

Lin Zichu used his right hand to gently press down on the dantian.

There is his golden elixir in the dantian.

The golden elixir was round, majestic, golden, and it slowly turned as Lin Zichu's spiritual power circulated around him.

However, if a monk probes into Lin Zichu's body with his spiritual consciousness at this moment, he will be able to see the golden core breathing and spinning, with faint cracks appearing on the surface.

It is a sign that the golden core is about to split.

When the golden elixir was completely shattered, a Nascent Soul broke out of the elixir.The monk has gone through 72 thunder disasters and achieved Nascent Soul.

It turned out that after Lin Zichu successfully regained the fairy sword Kunqiao, he seemed to understand a deeper level of the ice and snow road between heaven and earth.

He currently has a high-level cultivation of Jindan, and if he is promoted, he will be Yuanying.

I thought that the promotion of monks would not be that fast, but after Lin Zichu watched Qian Qing's fight, he suddenly had a premonition of a breakthrough.

...now is not the time.

Lin Zichu gritted his teeth and gently hugged Qianqing.

He wanted to continue watching Qianqing's game, he was worried about leaving Ahqing here alone.

Now, what Lin Zichu has to do is to be patient, he can't attack Nascent Soul yet.

Soon, Qianqing and Bo Xichencheng's recuperation time passed.

Almost at the same moment, two divine senses came into the minds of Qianqing and Bo Xichencheng respectively, notifying them to board the "Heaven" character martial arts platform.

Qianqing's opponent is from Ling Kongzhou, a junior disciple of the Golden Core cultivation base.

Bo Xichencheng's opponent is from Tai Chongzhou, an intermediate Jindan.

From the perspective of the opponent's cultivation base, Qian Qing seems to have taken advantage of it, but it is not the case.

Because Bo Xichencheng has a high level of cultivation, he has an advantage over his opponent, but Qianqing does not.

When Qianqing's name appeared in the sky above the Martial Arts Stage, all the monks around turned their gazes to the Zhengyang Immortal Ancestral Row.

Then she saw Qianqing lying on Linzichu's lap with her head up, her brows furrowed, and she looked weak.

But soon, he stood up on his knees.

"Ah Ching..."

Qian Qing didn't even have the strength to say "um" back to Lin Zichu, he took a deep look at Lin Zichu, and everything was silent.

Lin Zichu pursed his lips, with a solemn expression, and the word "worried" was written all over his face.

Under his gaze, Qian Qing walked slowly towards the martial arts platform.

Yanwu Terrace is only a few feet away from Zhengyang Xianzong, but Qianqing walked extremely slowly.

Strangely, no one around urged him!

Even the monks in Liaojizhou, who had always been at odds with Zhengwuzhou, didn't say a word, watching Qianqing walk towards the battle stage.

Looking at the way he walked, I was really worried that he would fall over and faint.

But Qianqing insisted on dragging her painful body, step by step, and stood on the martial arts stage.

"Little dragon."

"Amao."

"Fat Nine."

"I'm really sorry for causing you to suffer with me."

Qianqing's calf trembled, and she walked up the steps tremblingly, thinking: "But I must win."

"I want... total victory!"

The young monk's eyes were firm, shining with a dazzling light.

The monk of Zhengyang Xianzong, looking at me Qianqing, finally stood in the middle of the martial arts stage.

His opponent was a very short young monk, dressed in a green robe, with narrow eyes and small nose, the top of his head probably only reached Qianqing's chest.

"Look...look at me Qianqing."

As soon as the monk came to the stage, he said loudly: "Don't think... that I will be afraid of you! So what if you win three thousand games in a row? I... my senior brother said that you are not healed from serious injuries, so it is not scary at all!"

"Oh?"

A gleam flashed in Qianqing's eyes, he observed his words, and knew that although the monk spoke up to cheer him up, he was actually very afraid of Qianqing.

Qian Qing didn't know that the cowardly monk in front of him was a well-known coward in Wander Kongzhou.

Although he has good aptitude and can bear his temper in practice, he still can't stand out among the four continents.

This is of course related to his timid character.

This time, he managed to catch up with Qianqing and was seriously injured. The senior brothers warned him to beat the dog in the water, beat up Qianqing, and become famous in one battle!

So after the monk cheered him up, he stopped talking nonsense, raised his weapon, and slashed at Qianqing.

……

After two rounds.

"Senior brother! You are lying... I hope Qianqing...he is really scary..."

There was only a sound of "hanging", and the monk threw down his weapon, covered his face and ran down the martial arts stage.

On the martial arts stage, Qian Qing sat cross-legged in the center, with blood continuously gushing from his lips, staining the skirt of his chest red.

He secretly said in his heart: "It's so dangerous!"

Fortunately, this time Qianqing was lucky, the other party was a brat who didn't have much guts.

Because he was too frightened, his hands shook unreasonably before the opponent made a move, and his movements completely slowed down.

Qianqing clenched her teeth and tried her best to deal with him.Qian Qing is too weak, let him hold on for another round, don't mention the next fight, Qian Qing may directly transform into a god and become a Buddha.

Fortunately, Qian Qing didn't get seriously injured again in this fight.

After one game, let him defer for three more games, so that he no longer needs to rely on luck to win the opponent.

"fortunately!"

The extremely weak Qianqing once again lamented luck in her mind.

The monks watching from the audience didn't feel like him.

"I hope that Qianqing's desire to win is so strong that I can support myself to persevere."

"Even if the opponent doesn't admit defeat, he will win with his life. It's really scary..."

"The strength is strong, but he refuses to admit defeat."

"Who else can beat him among the monks participating in the Martial Arts Competition?"

Different from Qianqing's eagerness to win, Bo Xichencheng simply gave up this fight and suffered a defeat in the second round after the opening.

He sacrificed the result of one match, and when the next match came, he used a thunderous offensive to win quickly, as if to vent his dissatisfaction with losing two matches in a row.

Immediately afterwards, Qianqing stepped onto the stage again!

Two names appeared on the martial arts stage.

When the name was revealed, Qian Qing and the other party were both taken aback.

I saw that it was written:

"Qianqing, Xizhilang."

Kizhiro...

After seeing these three characters at the beginning, Lin Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

He no longer worried, and whispered something to Xianjun Feng Zhaoming who was sitting beside him.

Seeing Feng Zhaoming nodded expressionlessly, got up and walked out of the martial arts hall together with Lin Zichu, wondering what the two of them had to do.

"Xizhilang? Xizhilang, the eldest disciple of Kuzhongzong?"

"His real name is Shouxi, and he is the only monk in Kuzhongzong who still has the qualifications to participate in the competition."

"He and Wangwo Qianqing grew up together, and their relationship is very close."

"Really? I hope Qianqing's luck is so strong!"

"Since she is his friend, she definitely won't embarrass Qian Qing and seriously hurt him."

Shou Xi looked at the names on the martial arts stage, was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized.

He and Qian Qing walked onto the martial stage at the same time.

One was wearing a fiery red shirt, and the other was wearing a black coat.

When they were young, they begged for food together, washed clothes for each other, and sewed shoes and socks.

The two children who were dependent on each other back then have grown so tall now.

"Qianqing."

"Shouxi."

The two stood face to face with big eyes and small eyes. After watching for a long time, they couldn't help laughing.

"Haha..." Qianqing laughed until tears came out, he endured it, and said seriously: "I will not show mercy."

"It's exactly what I want." Shouxi said, "Let you see what I have learned over the years."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the two suddenly became sharp, their bodies leaned forward, and they rushed forward together!

Shouxi raised her right hand high, and waved lightly towards Qianqing.

Qianqing only felt that the jewelry hanging on her chest and neck was inexplicably hot.

The adornment was a gift from Shouxi to Qianqing, it was a mist ball made of condensed mirage.

There was only a "bang!" sound, and the fog ball couldn't help but envelop Qianqing.

Qianqing was secretly startled, her eyes were hazy, and she couldn't help but fall into an illusion...

Zhengwuzhou.

Underground, dark water prison.

tick-

On the wet mountain wall, a drop of water fell, just on the face of a long-browed monk below.

That cultivator looks elegant and gentle, exactly what mortals would recognize as an immortal teacher.

However, at this moment, the green clothes on Xianxiu's body were wet and dirty, and he was quite embarrassed.

The four characters "Inhumanity and Unrighteousness" were engraved on the chest with a branding iron. The wound was obviously used by someone with a special move, and it could not heal, and the wound was festered and swollen.

This cultivator is the inexplicably missing Immortal Sovereign of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and he has become loyal.

Shu Zhong was leaning on a rock, his hands were tightly bound by a thin rope, and he was hanging high.

He looked calm and didn't appear to be in trouble at all.

But when cheerful footsteps were heard not far away, Shu Zhong's face suddenly turned into a look of horror and disgust, as if he had swallowed a fly alive.

"Master."

The voice of the caller was very affectionate: "Look, who did I bring to see you?"

Ke Liyi grabbed a child by the collar with his right hand, and lifted him up in front of Shu Zhong.

Shu Zhong took a closer look, startled and angry.

"You... What did you tie him up for?!"

"There is no way, Master. No matter how much I beat and insulted you recently, you didn't give me any fresh reactions, which made me a little frustrated." Ke Liyi smiled and said: "But I guess, as long as you bring this child, your The reaction will be much more interesting."

Immortal Shu Zhong was furious when he heard the words, his body couldn't help trembling, and said: "You bastard, haven't you made enough trouble yet? How can you let me go!"

Ke Liyi's eyes instantly became extremely cold.

"It's very simple. You bring my mother back, and I will let you go."

"You..." Shu Zhong tremblingly said: "You can vent your resentment on me, but this child..."

"Why!" Ke Liyi's eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "Why do I hold my mother's body and cry day and night, while you live happily with the company of your family? Haha, Master, I am still an uncle!" Luo Shi, I heard you said that this kid can play the piano well, and he is your favorite junior, right?"

Shu Zhong didn't move at all, he didn't dare to speak at all, he was afraid of angering Ke Liyi.

The child was terrified when he saw Shu Zhong's miserable appearance at first, but now he finally regained his senses, sobbing and crying softly: "Old Ancestor, I'm so scared, help me..."

Shu Zhong didn't dare to breathe.

"I cut off the child's hand, do you think it's okay?" Ke Liyi carried the screaming and crying child to Shu Zhong, and said with a smile.

Shu Zhong said: "No! No! What happened back then... I was wrong... I failed to save your mother..."

The hot tears could no longer be held back and rolled down.

He felt sad, angry and wronged, but he had no choice but to say: "You want to see me cry, listen to me, and torture me, I agree and cooperate! But this child is so innocent, I beg you!"

"Wuuuuuuuuu!"

Ke Liyi smiled very comfortably. The sadder Shu Zhong was, the happier he was: "In that case, I won't cut off his hand today."

Shu Zhong looked at Ke Liyi gratefully.

Among the eight immortals, this one is the one with the easiest personality to compromise.

In the same situation, if Feng Zhaoming were to suffer, no matter how much he suffered, he would not open his mouth to beg for help.

Ke Liyi nodded and said:

"—I gouged out one of his eyes."

Shu Zhong opened his eyes wide, held his breath, and tears hung on his chin, not daring to fall.

Ke Liyi's fingernails swelled, and he pressed the child's left eyeball with a little force.

"Just dig one, and it won't affect his reading or playing the piano."

The child suffered severe pain in his left eye and burst into tears.

"No!" Shu Zhong struggled desperately, his chains clanking, and he said, "Go and gouge my eyes!"

Ke Liyi shook his head: "Master, how dare I? Don't worry, I will not hurt you again, because you have never hurt me. In the future, I will only do it to your relatives, okay? I have already They were all tied up one by one and held outside. Bring them to you tomorrow and kill them one by one, how about it?"

"I really..." Shu Zhong completely collapsed: "Why... why did I have to suffer such a punishment for one thing... If I knew this earlier, I would rather never practice and never save a life!"

Ke Liyi's fingers froze slightly, but soon the strength increased again, and he was about to commit evil.

Right now.

A monk stood at the entrance of the dungeon and said coldly.

"Enough. How much more trouble do you have to give me?"

Ke Liyi withdrew his fingers and looked over there.