readx;??? Ling Yang was puzzled: "According to what you said, hasn't Mo Yin become a wasted person?" How did it become such a powerful state? Could it be that he accidentally fell into a cave next to a cliff in the dark of night, and accidentally obtained the sunflower treasure book left by the world's masters......"

Feng Sisi was obviously accustomed to Ling Yang's whimsical way of thinking, so he ignored Ling Yang at all, took out an inferior cigarette, and put it in his mouth, Ling Yang hurried up, lit a cigarette for Feng Sisi, and said eagerly: "I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore, your old man continues!" ”

Feng Sisi took a sharp breath, and a pale cyan smoke erupted from his nostrils: "From then on, Mo Yin plunged headlong into the music rhythm, never paid attention to foreign objects, and even once fell into poverty to the point that he had no money to buy rice, he still shouldn't have the original intention. With this persistent persistence www.biquge.info Mo Yin not only achieved the great achievement of the rhythm, but also comprehended in the field of ability, and the art of ability was a thousand miles in a day, and he understood the rules and principles of his own ability by the rhythm of music, and finally broke through the original realm and evolved to the top illusionist! ”

Feng Sisi snuffed out the cigarette butt, mixed with smoke, and exhaled a breath of turbidity: "Therefore, everything in the world is nothing more than the word persistence, one way, one way!" As long as you can persevere, there is nothing that can stump people, it only depends on your own heart! ”

Ling Yang was silent, feeling the faintly hot totem lock on his chest with his heart, thoughtfully, and muttered unconsciously: "Persistence, perseverance, comprehension, achievement!" All the way, all the way! What about my word? Where is my word? ”

Feng Sisi looked at Ling Yang with a smile on his face.

From the moment Ling Yang appeared, Feng Sisi felt the strangeness of Ling Yang. Ling Yang's body exuded a powerful aura of supernatural ability all the time, but this aura seemed to be tightly restrained by a force of energy, like a raging dragon, covered with thick iron chains, imprisoned under the abyss, unable to move.

Feng Sisi was well-informed, and when he was serving in the sect, he had come into contact with many people with abilities of various stages and categories, and he had a surprisingly good and bad attitude towards Ling Yang's current situation. Because with Ling Yang's ** state and the tenacity of his mental power, it is not enough to control the dragon in his body, if he is allowed to stir freely, Ling Yang may suffer from it. Therefore, Ling Yang is now deeply imprisoned by the totem, and at a certain level, it is a good thing.

Ling Yang got the news he wanted to know, and in the story told by Feng Sisi, he gained an unexpected understanding, remembering that Luo Tu was still fighting with Mo Yin hard, and he was worried in his heart, so he got up and said goodbye.

Feng Sisi sat cross-legged on the kang with an apologetic expression: "Your kid has inherited the talisman in the door, according to reason, I should go out of the mountain to help in order to repay the great kindness of the old master." But you have also seen that after all, I have been out of the rivers and lakes for a long time, and my ambitions have long been smoothed out, and I am afraid that I will not be able to help you much, so just leave it at that, if you encounter something difficult in the future, you might as well come to me again, I can't do anything else, enlighten and enlighten you! ”

Ling Yang bowed deeply and resolutely turned to leave.

Feng Sisi raised his eyebrows, took out a brown paper envelope from under the kang mat, which contained a bank card, pinched it in his hand, and said through the window towards Ling Yang's departing back: "What do you mean kid, is this a thank you gift for me?" ”

Ling Yang bent down, picked up a large handful of forage, threw it into the food trough in front of the donkey, and said without replying: "It's not a thank you, it's just my respect for a senior in the rivers and lakes, that's all!" ”

Ling Yang strode out of the alley, heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and hurriedly ran around, and finally ran out of the urban village, got into a taxi and left, lest Feng Sisi return the bank card to himself and live up to his heart.

Feng Sisi followed Ling Yang, ran to the side of the road, looked at the direction where the taxi was going, jumped to his feet and said angrily: "Bastard, why did you tell me the password......

The taxi stopped at the door of the conservatory, Ling Yang paid the fare and walked into the gate of the academy, the male student just now skipped a few more laps, still sitting on the bench to rest, humming a little song while wiping the skate.

Ling Yang walked up to the male student and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, which office is Professor Mo Yin in?" ”

The male student raised his head, looked at Ling Yang's handsome face, his chin almost hit the top of his feet, and said in shock: "You, also looking for Professor Mo!" ”

The male student stretched out his finger and pointed to the second-floor piano building next to him with difficulty: "That's it, it's over there...... Oh my God, this old guy's stamina is really good! ”

Ling Yang knew what was going on in the male student's head, so he didn't say anything, and thanked him and left with a smile.

The male student rubbed the tip of his nose that was red from the cold, and admired it so much: "At such an old age, you can always maintain this rare feeling, dare to keep trying any taste, and find two men at the same time in broad daylight, and you are not afraid of exhaustion...... Professor Mo is mighty! ”

As soon as Ling Yang stepped into the dark corridor of the piano room, he felt two completely different powers, entangled and fighting, equal in strength, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Ling Yang smiled slightly, and tentatively took a few steps forward. Sure enough, just as imagined, there seemed to be an invisible wall of qi in the air, blocking Ling Yang from the outside, making it difficult to move forward. Ling Yang was not in a hurry, he stood still, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the entanglement between Luo Tu and Mo Yin with his heart.

Rotto struggled for a long time with the four young men of the band, and the four musicians did not come forward at the same time to besiege them, but always assigned one to attack, while the other three stood in their original positions, playing their instruments with expressionless faces.

As the bull drummer chopped out a strong syncopation of the rhythm, the guitarist stepped forward again, the hair turned into a flexible steel wire, and the blood-sucking leeches poured towards Rotto's body, Rottu dodged, and his body instantly appeared behind the guitarist, cutting with two knives, thinking that he could cut the guitarist in half from the waist and crotch, but the blade seemed to pass through nothingness, without hurting the guitarist.

The guitarist couldn't hit and immediately retreated, and the vocalist lifted Mike high again and smashed it head-on at Rottu's head.

Rotto's form disappeared in place again, but this time it didn't reappear, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. Rotto wielded the ability of a submersible, like a person diving deep into the water, until it was difficult to breathe, and then he couldn't help but surface.

This time, Rotto sank under the "water" again, but did not immediately appear in the position where the opponent was difficult to defend and continued to attack, but calmed down, feeling everything around him with his keen six senses. Because Rottu suddenly found that every time a musician attacked, there seemed to be a burst of music from the distant heavens, and even if the metal music played by the band was so harsh, it could not hide the clear and ethereal music in the slightest.

Rotto desperately urged his own spiritual power, hidden in the deep "underwater", until the chest and lungs were filled with bursting pain, Rotto finally came to his senses, and let out a clear and hearty long whistle from his mouth, and suddenly appeared in front of the lead singer, motionless, letting the blade in the lead singer's hand, whistling and slashing down.