Looking at Ge Ming, who was as burly as a hill, a strange smile appeared on Zhou Taiyin's thin face: "Brother Ge Ming, hello, my little brother's name is Zhou Taiyin." ”

Ge Ming replied indifferently, "I don't know you. ”

Zhou Taiyin stretched out his slender and thin fingers, pointing like an orchid, and gently stroked the cyan jasper flute, with a more charming aura in his demeanor.

"Brother Ge Ming, why don't I blow a Qingping tune to you?"

The girl makes a charming demeanor, stretches out her orchid fingers, and says that she wants to play a little song for people to listen to, which makes people feel that the bird is like a person and is likable, but a man makes this kind of action, and his finger joints are thick, his skin is rough, and he touches the small and delicate jasper flute, which gives people a very incongruous, even disgusting feeling.

Ge Ming frowned slightly, showing a look of disgust, and put his fists in a defensive posture: "You don't have to blow, I don't want to listen, we are here to compete, not to listen to your playing, let's start the competition." “

Seeing Ge Ming's appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, Zhou Taiyin's expression suddenly turned cold.

I don't know why, maybe it's dusk, the cold wind is rising on the top of Huashan, and the temperature around the ring seems to have dropped by several degrees.

Many onlookers in the ring hugged their arms and rubbed their hands, feeling a cold air.

Zhou Taiyin tied the hem of his Confucian shirt around his waist, raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes seemed to be incomparably hollow, and looked straight at Ge Ming: "Brother Ge Ming, don't you want to listen to me play the flute, do you think I don't play the flute well?"

Ge Ming looked impatient, and scolded in a deep voice: "Don't act, you don't know when I do, your flute is your weapon, in the last round, you hurt my junior brother with the flute, he didn't check for a while, he fell for your trick, and injured his eardrum, and now you want to repeat the old trick, you are a fool to me." ”

Zhou Taiyin had a sinister smile on his face: "Since you are an understanding person, then you have to listen to a song I blew in a flat tune, you don't want to listen to it, I want you to listen to it." ”

After speaking, Zhou Taiyin put the flute to his lips and blew it gently, and a melodious flute sound slowly sounded, like crying and complaining, continuous and melodious, floating on the top of Huashan.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon......

Ye Feng on the rostrum said in surprise: "This Zhou Taiyin is really strange, we all know that he will use the flute as a weapon to attack the opponent, but he plays the flute really well." ”

Du Zhong couldn't help but laugh: "Is it good? You will know if it sounds good after listening to it for a while." ”

The world's martial arts are broad and profound, picking leaves hurts people, and the mind condenses needles, as long as the cultivation is profound, anything can be turned into a weapon to hurt people, and it is not uncommon to hurt people with music.

Driven by curiosity, Ye Feng listened carefully to the sound of the flute, hoping to figure out the trick of using the sound as a weapon to attack the enemy.

Ge Ming's eyes were a little more vigilant, secretly lucky, and spread his internal strength all over his body, the biggest advantage of the disciples of Fang Cun Mountain is calmness, which is best reflected in Mr. Mo.

It's not a family, it doesn't enter a family, and the disciples brought out by Mr. Mo Da are all the same as him, they are calm and calm no matter what they encounter, and their faces do not change when the landslide comes forward.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute seemed to take an earth-shaking turn, becoming brighter and faster, from lingering lyricism to rapid and distinct, like a person walking slowly in the calm sea, and in the blink of an eye a shocking wave surging into it.

Ye Feng, who was far away, couldn't hear anything, but Ge Ming, who was standing less than two meters away from Zhou Taiyin, felt that there was a surging murderous aura in all directions, and if he was not careful, his head would fall to the ground, and he would never recover.

Ge Ming's expression became serious, he steadied his horse, exhaled and opened his voice, and punched out in the air, and a faint blue light emanated from the big fist, like a flash of moonlight

"Hi. ”

He's not performing boxing and having fun, he's going through a life-and-death fight.

Boom, two invisible internal forces collided with each other, and a wave of energy rippled out in all directions.

Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly admire, the internal strength of these two people was really deep, and they both had a tendency to transform to the prefecture-level realm, and he sat on the rostrum, feeling two breaths, one cold and one hot, rushing towards him.

The hot is the internal breath of Ge Ming, a disciple of Fang Cun Mountain, and the cold air of the frozen spinal cord is the breath of Zhou Taiyin, who blows the jade flute and attacks the sound waves.

Zhou Taiyin's sound of playing the jade flute became more urgent, Ge Ming began to roll over in the ring, and from time to time volleyed fists, although the two were two meters apart, they burst out from the ring, and there were waves of energy waves alternating between cold and warm.

Ge Ming's fist speed is getting faster and faster, and there is a faint sound of wind and thunder between his hands, Ye Feng has seen Mr. Mo Er fight this kind of punch, Fang Cun Mountain's mountain pressing stunt, wind and thunder god fist.

Although Ge Ming's Wind and Thunder God Fist was not as powerful as Mr. Mo Er, it was also surging, and the thunder was bursting, beating the sharp flute to the ground.

Zhou Taiyin couldn't catch it in one breath, and the voice of the jade flute seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade, and it stopped abruptly.

Ge Ming took the opportunity, the internal force of his whole body turned sharply, and his fists surged wildly, like the waves of the angry sea were endless, and he hit Zhou Taiyin with the momentum of wind and thunder.

In the blink of an eye, Ge Ming threw thirty-six punches, each punch set off a frenzied wind and thunder momentum, enveloping Zhou Taiyin in the sea of fists, and the turbulent air currents everywhere could be clearly felt even on the rostrum.

Zhou Taiyin is good at attacking with flute sound, and once he is attacked in close quarters, he loses the advantage of attacking with sound waves.

I heard a crisp snapping sound in the shadow of the fist.

Zhou Taiyin spurted blood from his mouth, flew out of the ring, and fell at the feet of the sect leader Yue Zhuoqun, the cyan jade flute in his hand was actually twisted into powder by the surging wind and thunder fist, scattered on the ring.

The mountain breeze blew and blew the powder in all directions.

Ge Ming's Wind Thunder God Fist was superior and defeated Zhou Taiyin.

Yue Zhuoqun, who had been watching the battle in front of the ring, suddenly looked like ashes, and the last disciple to participate in the Xuan-level group competition was defeated.

He snorted coldly, didn't look at Zhou Taiyin who fell at his feet, and returned to the rostrum.

Several disciples of the Taiyi Sect left the race with the injured Zhou Taiyin.

The disciples of Taiyimen have always been arrogant from the beginning of the competition, and at this time they are all like wilted roosters, hanging their heads, and they have lost their original arrogant momentum.

Elder Lu announced: "The third round of the ancient martial artist of the Xuan-level group is over, and the fourth round will be played next, with the official representative Luo Feng facing against Ge Ming, a disciple of Fang Cun Mountain, and the winner will enter the final and compete with Jiang Yixue of the Shifting Flower Palace for the first place in the Xuan-level group." Please ask Ge Ming to rest for 20 minutes and report to the No. 1 ring. ”

After defeating Zhou Taiyin, Ge Ming consumed a lot of internal strength, took out two Qi-replenishing Yuan Qi Pills from his arms and swallowed them, meditated on the spot, recovered his internal strength, and coped with the following competition.

(End of chapter)