Ghost King?

Everyone is famous, and their hearts are inexplicably tight.

But seeing that in the Pavilion of King Wu, the yin qi was mixed with the torrential rain, and it was born, and a cold came from all directions.

The originally sultry rainstorm instantly seemed to have entered the cold winter wax moon, so it was not seeping.

"Ahh Ha ha! ”

"Haha!"

In the heavy rain, a burst of arrogant laughter overshadowed the thunder and reached everyone's ears.

But listening to this voice is like a ghost, ethereal, and it sounds extremely harsh, like an awl, and it hurts the heart and liver.

Yes!

My head hurts!

Where's the weird noise?

The guests immediately covered their ears with their hands, miserable.

Ha ha!

Ha ha!

The strange sound is getting more and more urgent!

Burst!

Many fat-headed and big-eared wealthy businessmen were depressed, and immediately spat blood from their mouths, fell to the ground and rolled.

"Mr. Xiao, you think that Marquis Qin can turn the situation around with a large number of people, but you are underestimating my Zhong family."

"I'm going to show you today, the Zhong family is really not something you can mess with."

Zhong Meiqiao's face was cold, and Sen Ranjiao laughed.

"That is, with Mr. Huo in charge, Qin Hou will definitely die."

"You just wait to collect his body."

Zhong Yue and others echoed one after another.

"The people who sit on the right to support the Zhong family can be safe!"

Zhong Mei said coldly.

Suddenly, the wealthy businessmen ran back to the right again, and only a few people left on the left side of the big seat, such as Liao Dajun, Liao Heng and his son, and Xiao Changsheng.

"So what, I believe that Mr. Qin Hou will definitely win a big victory."

Xiao Changsheng coughed up a mouthful of blood and was dumbfounded.

He decided to completely stake his political future and the future of the people of Xizhou on Qin Yi's side.

Now that Qin Yi has lost, he immediately went back to resign and leave, leaving the place of right and wrong controlled by the Zhong family!

"What a phantom!"

Zhang Daling's face was pale, and he said with a short breath.

"Come on the drums!"

Qin Yi was calm and calm, and he drank awe-inspiringly.

The opponent's Gang Qi is endless, and the soul sound is endless, and he has obviously entered the martial arts master.

Zhang Daling picked up the gong and drum team from the ground, threw down a basin-sized gong and drum and drumstick, bent down, put the drum on his back, and stood at the foot of the steps.

"Look at the drums!"

Qin Yi smiled awe-inspiringly, and with a chic spin of the drumstick in both hands, he beat it in a relaxed manner.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

The drums are beating!

The rhythm is not fast, and the vast sound, like a war drum from the ancient battlefield, is full of terrifying energy.

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were in the vast earth, and the originally suppressed breath suddenly relaxed.

"Haha, haha!"

In the darkness, the person who claimed to be the ghost king laughed more and more urgently, as if he was a little impatient, eager to suppress Qin Yi.

"Just the voice of ecstasy, dare to fight against Ben Hou, see me break your Dafa!"

Qin Yi laughed loudly, and the drum beat in his hand became more and more urgent.

is like a soldier on an expedition, with an indomitable spirit, facing thousands of troops and horses, without fear of life and death.

When everyone heard this, they all had blood and blood all over their bodies, and their hairs stood up, and they all seemed to have returned to the world of happiness and hatred, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

The surrounding cacophony of noise, drumbeats and laughter weave back and forth in the thunderstorm!

Break!

Suddenly, Qin Yi shouted, and the double mallets smashed domineeringly into the drum surface.

The drum breaks, the sound stops!

The only thing left in the sky was the whistling of thunder and storms.

Only then did everyone realize that they were standing in a row one by one, with solemn expressions, like soldiers on a march.

"How many people in the world dare to wait, Qin Hou, a young hero, really lives up to his reputation."

With a long laugh, a black sedan chair flew in from the gate and stopped steadily in mid-air.

This?

Everyone was amazed and frightened, but they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Carving insect skills, aren't you ashamed?"

Qin Yi stood on the steps with his hands in his hands and smiled indifferently.

"Haha!"

"The kid has some skills!"

"Show up."

The person in the sedan made a dry sound.

Suddenly, several hideous-looking yin ghosts suddenly appeared.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was not the sedan chair that could fly, but the yin ghost carrying the sedan chair.

"Mei'er and the children of the Zhong family, welcome the Ghost King Grandmaster."

Zhong Mei didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly led people to the sedan chair and bowed respectfully.

"Okay,

"You just made the Drums of Hell, didn't you?"

Huo Wuxin coughed dryly, calmed the qi and blood stirring in his chest, flew out from the top of the sedan chair, and the void slowly stepped in front of Qin Yi, looking down at him half a meter high.

"That's right!"

"You have a bit of eyesight, since you know that it is a war drum, do you know how many sets I made?"

Qin Yi walked leisurely with his hands behind his back and asked with a calm smile.

"How many sets of hell drums are there?"

Huo Wuxin originally wanted to show off his old qualifications, but he never wanted to be stumped by Qin Yi.

There is an ancestor of the Ghost Sect who was on an errand in hell and had personally been to the ancient battlefield.

The ghost ancestor left a war drum genealogy, and Huo Wuxin knew a little bit about it.

But if you ask how many sets there are, he can't say.

"If you don't understand, then let Lao Tzu teach you the rules."

"There are ninety-nine eighty-one sets of hell war drums, I just used the third set of the upper nine grades, the first set of the Yama Supreme Living Alone in the Eighteen Hells, the second set of the Hells Ghost King, and the third set of the Ghost Commander!"

Qin Yi said proudly with his hands in his hands.

"Ghost handsome?"

"Hehe, you kid don't want to cheat the old man."

"The ghost handsome is with heaven and earth, he is a peerless hero who crosses hell, even my ghost ancestor is just a centurion, you dare to have a relationship with the ghost handsome?"

Huo Wuxin waved his hand and sneered disdainfully.

"You old man, you don't know anything, don't talk about it."

Qin Yi unbuttoned his tunic and took off his coat, revealing the snow-white shirt inside, and said with a relaxed expression.

"Any trick will be used, and Benhou will accept all the orders."

Qin Yi threw away his coat, sat down at the wine table, and took a sip of tea.

At the moment of drinking tea, he flicked a pill on his fingers and took it.

Just now he fought with Huo Wuxin, and judging from his cultivation alone, he was at a disadvantage.

Of course, this is also the fact that ordinary drums cannot play the full effect of the rhythm of war drums.

If it is a war drum of hell, it can be earth-shattering, and if you say that you can beat out the rhythm of the music, it is just a random hammer, and you can break the sound of Lao Er's ecstasy.

"Boy, your tone is quite crazy, you kill my senior brother Dong Kaishan and destroy my Gejiazhuang. This day is the right time to sacrifice to them with your head. ”

Huo Wuxingui is a generation of sect masters, rarely fights with people, and is only busy with double cultivation and retreat all year round, collecting magic weapons and pills.

He didn't put Qin Yi in his eyes, yes, as soon as he came, he wanted to shock Qin Yi through the ecstasy sound.

Unexpectedly, although Qin Yi was young, he was proficient in the drums of hell.

In this fight, Huo Wuxin also suffered internal injuries, and the two of them fought hard.

Now that he saw that Qin Yi was not small, and he was so calm, he was even more panicked in his heart.

"Hundred Ghost Battle Array, now!"

Huo Wuxin shouted awe-inspiringly.

The yin qi around was even more victorious, and a hundred ancient battle spirits suddenly appeared, their pupils blood-red, and their murderous aura was soaring.

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were in the Shura Spiritual Field, and they were silent one by one, and they didn't dare to take a breath.