It's a tuning fork! The strange metal thing in Takehiko's hand turned out to be a tuning fork!

Jiang Ying never expected to see such a thing as a tuning fork here, but at the moment when the voice sounded, although her head was still clear, her whole person fell into a state of sluggishness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I can think and see, but I can't move or speak.

That tuning fork turned out to be an indiscriminate range attack!

Not only Jiang Ying, but also many disciples who came to watch the lively foundation building period fell into a short state of sluggishness after this sound.

"Oops. ”

The first to react was Yuan Ziyou. Because of Xuanfu's superb physical fitness, this voice was undoubtedly an ordinary voice to him, so he didn't find anything wrong.

The fingers of his right hand flickered slightly, and an extremely slender brush that was different from the previous one appeared between Yuan Ziyou's fingers.

"Feng Ming!"

But seeing that she only waved it out lightly, an ink-colored, two-foot-long bird followed the traces of her ink and wash in response, accompanied by a loud phoenix chirping with its wings.

As if awakened by this phoenix roar, the people who had been stranded before came back to their senses, and some of them didn't even understand what had happened before.

"Are you okay?" Yuan Ziyou looked at Jiang Ying with some concern—her face seemed to be a little whiter.

Forced to swallow the smell of blood that had tumbled to his throat, Jiang Ying shook his head with a forced laugh, and asked a little urgently. "It's okay Sister Yuan, can you pass the sound to Senior Brother Tang, that Wu Yan is a tuning fork in his hand, and the sound of the blow must not be heard!"

"Don't worry, what can you think of, your Senior Brother Tang can't think of it?" Yuan Ziyou suddenly felt that this little thing was silly and cute, obviously he was already injured, but his first reaction was to let himself remind others first.

What to say?

Yuan Ziyou sighed, glanced at Jiang Ying with some disgust, and clasped her hands slightly into the shape of a small bowl at her ear, and an invisible small barrier appeared at the ear canal of her ears.

"This way the sound that exceeds the load on your body will be filtered out. ”

Fortunately, Yuan Ziyou didn't demolish her, otherwise Senior Brother Xuanfu wouldn't let him watch it anymore. A little sluggish, she twisted behind Xuanfu to find a suitable position, and she grabbed Xuanfu's shoulders and looked at the competition platform again.

Tang Qinian was a blow of temptation, and the same was true for Takehiko. The sound of the foundation building period was like a slap in the face, and it only made Tang Qinian's body pause slightly, and he had already recovered before he even had half a breath, and the long stick jumped back more than ten feet away with a slight touch on the ground.

At the same time, two white flames with some transparent texture burned close to his ears.

"'Shadow Flame Prince'......" Wu Yan looked at Tang Qinian, who had already fallen to the ground, with some appreciation, and sighed.

"It's just a false name given by an acquaintance, and I can't count it. Tang Qinian shook his head slightly, holding the black stick in front of him and looking at it carefully, as if he was staring at his lover's face.

With a slight grip, the blazing pure white flames spread from Tang Qinian's grip to the entire long stick. The white flame of intoxicational purity burned on the pitch-black stick, and the two colors that were so conflicting were intertwined with a strange beauty.

"It's a waste of time to try it, martial arts friends might as well show their true skills. ”

"Then ask the Immortal Flame Princess's teaching of the prestigious Huayan stick method. The smile in Wu Yan's eyes disappeared instantly, and he clenched the tuning fork in his hand and took the initiative to attack it.

Tang Qinian didn't speak again, and the white flame on the black stick rose more than a foot high, and when he saw Wu Yan attacking, the horizontal stick was a block.

Another bang.

The white flame rolled over, and it was forced to force Wu Yan back a few steps.

Tang Qinian didn't have any expression on his face, but there were huge waves in his heart. On the surface, he had the upper hand and forced Takehiko back, but in fact, he was the one who suffered.

Wu Yan's two strange forks were not only demagogic when they exchanged blows, but even when their long sticks and the strange forks were struck, a powerful illusion force swept over.

After forcibly counteracting this force, his hands holding the long stick were still trembling slightly, but it was difficult for outsiders to notice.

However, this scene did not escape Takehiko's eyes.

"The Immortal Flame Boy has good skills, why don't you use your most prestigious seventy-two sticks to try it out?"

Tang Qi was sluggish.

Hua Yan's seventy-two sticks are indeed his strongest moves, and to be conceited, very few people in the same realm can complete a set of seventy-two sticks in him. But the crux of the matter is...... That fork is so wicked.

The strange fork didn't even need Takehiko's deliberate urging to transmit the power of illusion from the stick that came into contact with it.

If you hit it with your own stick, then Wu Yan is bound to block it with a strange fork, and this blow alone makes you feel a little difficult, and if all the seventy-two sticks hit the strange fork......

Tang Qinian was a little afraid to think about it.

Hua Yan's seventy-two sticks were his weapon to win, but now they have become something that binds his hands and feet.

How does this work?

Tang Qinian gritted his teeth, did not respond to Wu Yan's slightly provocative words, and walked away with a long stick.

Judging from the dexterity of Fang Cai Takehiko's dodge and the strength of his attack, he should be the same as himself, and he has also cultivated physical skills in addition to the inheritance spells of the sect, but it doesn't seem to be home yet.

It's fast, it's fast, but it's still a little bit worse than your own body.

While finding Wu Yan's gap and stabbing a stick from time to time, Tang Qinian's brain was running at high speed: You Dou is not a long-term plan in the end, you have to think of a way to restrain those two weird forks, otherwise this one will really be unpredictable.

Tang Qinian's figure was very smooth, and Jiang Ying was a little surprised--Senior Brother Tang's body style seemed to be a little similar to his own Qing Zheng body method. Could it be that he has also practiced the body and practiced the Dharma?

While guessing on this side, Wu Yan on the other side had lost his patience and took a few steps back to widen the distance between him and Tang Qinian.

"If the Shadow Flame Princess, Jiang Lang is helpless, then it will be my turn. ”

Wu Yan glanced at Tang Qinian coldly, and folded his hands again.

This time, he overlapped the two tuning forks in one place, and rubbed them together unhurriedly with a strange frequency.

Different from the crisp and melodious sound of the previous touch, this time the sound is a bit like scratching the blackboard with a fingernail, and like biting the ground glass with your teeth, which is indescribably uncomfortable from the bones.

Jiang Ying is okay, but she feels very uncomfortable when she listens to this voice, but a large piece of the competition stage has already been poured down.

Even Tang Qinian on the competition platform was not spared.