Chapter 1111

Looking at GE Ming, who is as big as a hill, a strange smile appears on Zhou Taiyin's thin face: "brother Ge Ming, Hello, my younger brother is Zhou Taiyin."

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

Zhou Taiyin stretched out a long and thin finger, pointing to orchid, gently stroked the blue jade flute, and his expression was more charming.

"Brother Ge Ming, why don't I play a Qingping tune for you?"

A girl looks charming and puts out her orchid finger. She says that she wants to play a little tune for people to listen to, which makes people feel like a bird. However, a man makes such a move, and his knuckles are thick and his skin is rough. Touching the small and delicate jade flute gives people a very uncoordinated and even disgusting feeling.

Ge Ming frowned and looked disgusted. His fists made a defensive gesture: "you don't have to blow. I don't want to listen. We are here to compete, not to listen to you. Let's start the competition. "

seeing Ge Ming's refusal, Zhou Taiyin's face suddenly cooled down.

I don't know why. Maybe it's dusk. The cold wind rises on the top of Huashan Mountain, and the temperature around the challenge arena seems to have dropped several degrees.

Many of the disciples gathered around the challenge arena, holding their arms and rubbing their hands, felt a chill.

Zhou Taiyin tied the bottom of his Confucian shirt on his waist, eyebrows gently raised, and his eyes seemed to be incomparably empty. He looked straight at GE Ming: "brother Ge Ming, you don't want to hear me play the flute. Do you think I'm not good at playing flute?"

Ge Ming was impatient and said in a deep voice: "don't act any more. I don't know. Your flute sound is your weapon. In the last round, you hurt my younger martial brother with the sound of flute. He didn't check it for a while. He fell in your trap and hurt his eardrum. Now you want to repeat the old trick. You think I'm a fool."

Zhou Taiyin raised a smirk on his face: "since you are a sensible person, you have to listen to a Qingping tune that I play. You don't want to hear it, but I want you to listen to it."

After that, Zhou Taiyin put the flute to his lips and blew it gently. A melodious flute sounded slowly, like crying and complaining, and was floating on the top of Huashan Mountain.

Clouds like clothes, flowers like looks, spring breeze blows on the sill of Revlon

Ye Feng on the rostrum was surprised and said: "Zhou Taiyin is really strange. We all know that he will use the flute sound as a weapon to attack his opponent, but he plays the flute very well."

Du Zhong couldn't help laughing: "is that good? You'll know if it's good if you listen a little longer. "

The martial arts in the world are extensive and profound. It is not uncommon for people to be hurt by picking leaves and coagulating needles with ideas. As long as you have profound cultivation, everything can be turned into weapons to hurt people. It is not uncommon to hurt people with music.

Driven by curiosity, Ye Feng carefully listens to the flute sound, hoping to understand the trick of flute sound as a weapon to attack the enemy.

Ge Ming's eyes are more vigilant, dark luck, and his internal power is distributed throughout his body. The greatest advantage of Fang cunshan's disciples is calmness, which is best reflected in Mr. Mo da.

He is not a family. If he doesn't go into a family, his disciples are the same as him. No matter what happens, they are calm and calm. They don't change their face when they are in front of the landslide.

All of a sudden, the flute sound was like an earth shaking turning point. It became bright and bright, and it became faster and faster. It was like a person walking slowly in the calm sea. In the blink of an eye, a huge wave came.

Ye Feng, who is far away, can't hear anything. But Ge Ming, who is less than two meters away from Zhou Taiyin, feels that all directions are full of violent murderous spirit. If he is careless, his head will fall to the ground and be doomed.

Ge Ming looks serious. He takes a firm horse stance, exhales and makes a fist in the air. His big fist emits a faint blue light, which is like a flash of moonlight

He's not doing boxing and having fun, he's going through a life and death battle.

Boom, two invisible internal forces collide with each other, a wave of energy, rippling around.

Ye Feng couldn't help admiring them secretly. Their internal power was so deep that they both tended to change to prefecture level. Sitting on the rostrum, they both felt cold and hot.

The heat is the internal breathing of Ge Ming, a disciple of Fangcun mountain. The cold air in the spinal cord is the sound wave attacking breath of Zhou Taiyin and playing Jade Flute.

Zhou Taiyin played the jade flute more quickly. Ge Ming began to turn over on the ring, flashing the wall and punching from time to time. Although the two men were two meters apart, they burst out bursts of sound and waves of alternating cold and warm energy.

Ge Ming's fist speed is faster and faster. There is a faint sound of wind and thunder between his hands. Ye Feng has seen Mr. Mo Er play this kind of fist. He is a unique skill of crushing mountains with Fangcun mountain and the magic fist of wind and thunder.

Although Ge Ming's wind and thunder fist is not as powerful as Mr. Mo Er, it is also full of wind and clouds, and the sharp flute sound is defeated.

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

Ge Ming takes advantage of the opportunity, his whole body internal power turns rapidly, and his fists are surging like a raging sea. With the force of wind and thunder, he strikes Zhou Taiyin.In the blink of an eye, Ge Ming made 36 punches, each of which set off a frenzied wind and thunder momentum. Zhou Taiyin was surrounded by the sea of fists. The turbulent air flow everywhere could be clearly felt on the rostrum.

Zhou Taiyin is good at attacking with flute sound. Once he is attacked closely, he loses the advantage of attacking with sound wave.

In the shadow of the fist, a clear click was heard.

Zhou Taiyin spurted blood and flew out of the arena. He was falling at the foot of the patriarch Yue Zhuoqun. The blue jade flute in his hand was twisted into powder foam and scattered on the arena.

The mountain wind blows, blowing powder foam everywhere.

Ge Ming's Fenglei Shenquan was better than Zhou Taiyin.

Yue Zhuoqun, who had been watching the battle in front of the challenge arena, suddenly turned pale. The last disciple who took part in the Xuanji group competition was defeated.

He snorted coldly, did not look at Zhou Taiyin, who fell in front of his feet, and returned to the rostrum.

Several Taiyi disciples left the game with injured Zhou Taiyin.

Taiyimen's disciples have always been high spirited since the beginning of the competition. At this time, they all look like withered roosters and hang down their heads, without their arrogance.

Lu Changlao announced: "the third round competition of ancient warriors in Xuanji group is over, and the fourth round will be held next. Luo Feng, the official representative, will fight Ge Ming, a disciple of fangcunshan. The winner will enter the final and compete with Jiang Yixue of Yihua palace for the first place in Xuanji group. Ask Ge ming to report to challenge arena 1 after 20 minutes' rest. "

After defeating Zhou Taiyin, Ge Ming consumed a lot of internal power. He took out two yuan Qi pills from his arms and swallowed them. He meditated on the spot to recover his internal power and cope with the following competitions.