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

However, at this time, the hall of Bairen Sect Master is not at all as the disciple imagined.

The decorations in the hall were crumbling, the porcelain was broken on the ground, the fairy flowers and spirit grass were withered and blackened, and gray smoke came out.

Sect Master Bai Ren knelt on the bed, his left hand was cut behind his back, and he held the Bai Ren Sword in his right hand, but his wrist was controlled by Feng Zhaoming, and the tip of the sword pointed at the heart of Sect Master Bai Ren.

Feng Zhaoming bent over and stood behind Patriarch Bairen with a calm expression.

He said softly:

"Please suzerain give blood."

"..." Sect Master Bairen resisted the feeling of dizziness, closed his eyes, took a breath, and said viciously: "If I say no, I won't give it!"

A sullen look flashed across Feng Zhaoming's eyes: "I hope the suzerain will fulfill his previous promise."

"Hehe...Feng Xianjun, I didn't know what honesty is back then. Do you think that I can make this deity learn to be good in just a dozen years?"

"Since that's the case," Feng Zhaoming sighed silently, and said with firm eyes, "I'm sorry."

"How dare you?!" Sect Master Bai Ren's face was ruthless, and he struggled vigorously where he was subdued.

Feng Zhaoming spat out the immortal power lightly with his left hand, squeezed Sect Master Bairen and cut his left hand back, saying: "Binding Immortal Art."

Then I saw a fiery red bracelet-shaped flame circle appearing out of thin air on the left wrist of Sect Master Bairen, sticking to his back.

Sect Master Bai Ren only felt that his left hand was pulled by a huge force, and he could no longer move.

In his rage, he writhed and struggled, but Feng Zhaoming's left hand resolutely bypassed Bairen Sect Master's eyes, and together with Bairen Sect Master's right hand held the hilt of Bairen Sword.

Use your hands together.

Feng Zhaoming also stuck to Sect Master Bairen's back, leaning forward, forcing Sect Master Bairen to approach the tip of the sword.

Sect Master Bai Ren tried his best to retreat with his right hand, but he couldn't help Feng Zhaoming's powerful strength.

Accused of the sword trembling violently, the cold light is pressing, unwilling to compromise.

Feng Zhaoming's fiery chest was pressed tightly against the back of Patriarch Bairen.It's ridiculous that when the two of them had sex, they were never so close.

Sect Master Bairen slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes.

He gave up resisting, suddenly changed his tone, and said softly: "Feng Xianjun, please be gentle. It doesn't matter if you stab my heart, you are so close to me, if it pierces through, the sword will have no eyes, and it will stab you together , That's not good. You must have heard how painful it is to stab someone with a sword. If it really hurts you,... I will feel sorry for you."

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, but the movement of his right hand slowed down.

It wasn't because he was afraid of his words, but because Feng Zhaoming knew that this person was full of tricks, behind these words, there was nothing waiting for Feng Zhaoming.

as predicted.

Sect Master Bairen cleared his throat and said quite relaxedly:

"Mr. Fengxian doesn't know something. This 'Even if we meet each other, we should not know' is extremely powerful. Even a thief like Sun Ruwei who stole his knowledge can destroy the massive fragments of time in the little fairy's mind."

Sun Ruwei's eyebrows were completely white, and his appearance looked old, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Sect Master Bairen calling him a 'little thief' lightly.

After all, strength is the most important thing in the realm of comprehension. Feng Zhaoming is only a thousand years old now, and there are quite a few white-haired monks who call him 'grandfather'.

Sect Master Bairen knelt on the bed, leaning forward, his black hair scattered in front of him, covering his distorted expression.

He said: "However, it is easy to destroy everything, but it is difficult to restore it. I don't know how many fragments of time Sun Ruwei destroyed in the head of the little fairy? If he can't remember anything, he has to restore it, even if Lord Fengxian drained me alive today, It doesn't help either..."

Sect Master Bairen laughed loudly, but he laughed, his chest felt sore, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Feng Zhaoming looked down, and the point of the sword that had stopped gradually moved forward, piercing the skin of Sect Master Bairen's chest.

The soreness suddenly turned into reality, and Sect Master Bairen stopped struggling. He leaned his head back, resting his head on Feng Zhaoming's shoulder, and said sinisterly:

"I don't know how many monks in Zhengwuzhou will be killed by Fengjun in the Boyue Sect under the blue sky and white sun...you..."

The Bairen Immortal Sword hurts people the most, and it really isn't just rumors.Sect Master Bairen's teeth chattered, and he paused in speaking.

"If you're like this... what would Immortal Master Dongkun think?"

Although the expression was ferocious, it seemed to contain the meaning of begging for mercy.

Feng Zhaoming said: "I only take a handful of suzerain's blood, the suzerain's great kindness will never be forgotten."

Sect Master Bairen gasped, closed his eyes, trembled all over, and endured the sharp pain in his chest.

The blood dripping from his chest did not fall on the ground, but hung in the air.Soon, a handful of blood flowed out.

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his left hand, cast a healing spell on Bai Ren's chest, slowly drew out the fairy sword, and released the imprisonment of the opponent's left hand.

Then he took out the fairy weapon, put the blood of Patriarch Bairen into it, turned around and left.

Sect Master Bairen raised his hands and lay on his side on the bed.

With his consciousness released, he looked at Feng Zhaoming.

When the man was about to open the door of the palace, Sect Master Bai Ren said:

"...I just surrendered to Xianjun, and Yu Wen didn't retreat, and you confronted me with a sword. It's my own humiliation. This time I finally learned the methods of Xianjun, hehe..."

The laughter sounded more sad than crying, Feng Zhaoming paused for a moment, then opened the wooden door of the palace with both hands, and said:

"I hope the suzerain will take care of himself. Zhaoming bid farewell."

The wooden door was opened wide, and the dazzling sunlight outside the door shone in.

After Feng Zhaoming left, the wooden door closed again, blocking the scorching heat, and the hall was silent.

A monk transmitted voice outside the door and asked:

"Sect Master, Feng Xianjun has left Puyue Sect. What should I do with the moon-watching refreshments I prepared earlier?"

"roll!!"

The disciple was startled, and said again and again: "Yes, yes!"

Then there was no more sound.

Sect Master Bairen yelled angrily, put his hands on his hands and knelt up from the bed.He turned his head and looked outside, trembling all over.

After Feng Zhaoming left Puyue Sect, he took out the container containing the blood of Sect Master Bairen and put it in front of him.

It was a square vessel with smooth edges and corners, which looked thick and dignified.

This container, called a crystal box, is like crystal in color and is best at holding liquids.Through the container, you can also see the blood slowly flowing inside.

Feng Zhaoming's right hand fingers slowly stroked the box wall, closed his eyes and sighed silently.

Clenched the crystal box tightly with the palm of your hand, opened it lightly, and then clenched it tightly again.

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were complicated and incomprehensible...

Optimus Pillar, Wangqing Peak.

The spiritual power in the peak is strong, the summer mountains are like blue, and the scenery is beautiful.

However, at this time, the mountain seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, because the owner of the mountain was unhappy.

Shouxi was alone, looking at the jade plate in front of him, suddenly put down his chopsticks, dejected.

Shen Hua stood aside to accompany Shou Xi to eat, but her mind was on the Lord who locked herself in the palace and could not come out.

"Has Immortal Zhaoming returned yet?"

"not yet."

"Hey! When he comes back, immediately inform Xianjun about the situation of the little father-in-law."

"it is good."

The doors and windows in the hall are closed tightly, and no sunlight can enter.

Qianqing sat in the shade, stroking something with her right hand.

He bent his left knee and rested his left hand on his knee.Due to the dark light, he couldn't see his expression clearly for a while.

Qianqing seemed to be forcibly enduring, and wanted to put down the stone-like object on her right hand, but couldn't bear it anymore, and held it even harder.

When he smelled the burning smell coming from the stone, Qianqing jumped up and yelled almost to collapse:

"……he does not know!"

"He doesn't know, and I don't know either!" Qian Qing blushed, and the veins on her neck bulged, "I don't know anything... Who did I forget, who did I forget!"

There are already tears in the eyes.