Let Ji Ling'er be charming and pitiful, but Lin Yun didn't have the slightest idea of pity and cherishing jade, he shot mercilessly, turned his palm into a claw, and a divine power wrapped straight around the opponent's ankle, seeing that he was going to drag her down from the air.

Seeing this, all the heroes in the audience gasped, and couldn't help but secretly worry about Ji Ling'er.

Ji Ling'er was in mid-air, seemingly unavoidable, but the expression on his face was not moved at all, the transverse flute was in his mouth, and he played it, this song was extremely long, but there seemed to be some incomprehensible feelings hidden in it.

Lin Yun grabbed this claw, but it was also blocked by the sound of the flute, and it hung down softly, as if the master had forgotten what he was going to do for a while.

He lowered his hand a little apprehensively, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, everyone in the audience was unaware, but Lin Yun could clearly feel that Ji Ling'er's song seemed to naturally form an enchantment-like existence, which was slowly emanating from herself, accommodating Lin Yun as well, and only the people outside couldn't perceive it at all.

As soon as he saw a flower, the sound of the flute suddenly turned into a bell, Lin Yun's eyes tightened, and he looked in the direction where the bell came from, and a faint purple figure passed by in the distant clouds.

"Purple Bell!" Lin Yun's heart was shocked, and he shouted loudly.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, one by one, and Wusheng was listening, so he couldn't help frowning.

Lin Yun didn't realize it, his feet moved, and he forgot that this was in the middle of the competition, only to feel that he was urged by the bell, and a strange feeling spread in his body, teaching him for a while, even who he was, he forgot it completely, and only cared about tracking the figure to the past, unaware that he had done something ridiculous.

In the ears of everyone in the audience, what they heard was still the sound of the flute, except for the uproar of everyone when Lin Yun shouted the name of Ziling just now, everyone was still quietly listening to the music on the stage, and everyone thought to themselves that the person they wanted to see was silent.

Lin Yun chased towards the place where the purple figure flashed, only to find that there was no one there, only the bell, which was still ringing crisply.

For a while, he felt that his mood had changed subtly, and it seemed that everything he wanted to do in front of him had no meaning at all, and only when he found the person he was looking for and was with her was an indescribable fast, so that in addition, there was nothing to care about about the rest of the things.

Wusheng may be the only one who is not controlled by the sound of the flute, because he breaks off his love, and he does not have the keen insight into these things. He had been paying attention to the expression on Lin Yun's face, and at this time, seeing that he seemed to be crazy, and his expression was quite sour, he couldn't help but be surprised, and said secretly: "Could it be that what this woman is using is actually a trick to confuse people's minds?" This is not good, but if there is anything missing in the state of mind, I am afraid that I will not be able to pass this level......"

He was secretly thinking about it when he heard Lin Yun let out a wild roar and suddenly fell down from mid-air.

The sound of the flute stagnated slightly, and Ji Ling'er floated down from mid-air, and a pair of eyes looked in the direction of Lin Yun with concern.

Lin Yun half-squatted on the ground, his head lowered, his eyes didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, he held his head with both hands, plugged his ears, and seemed to be trying his best to resist the invasion of the whisper.

Ji Ling'er was a little worried, but his subordinates kept pressing the hole and continued to play.

Lin Yun only felt a sharp pain in his brain. This kind of pain seems to come from the heart indifferently, and I don't know when it starts and where it ends, but I feel that every breath is like a knife gently cutting a wound in the heart, and the pain of the skin is not serious.

The bell is still ringing non-stop, far and near, high and low, as if something is following him, and he has never paid too much attention to it, but at this time it is turning over the ground, which is difficult to resist.

"Lin Yun ......"

"Lin Yun ......"

A woman's voice rang out softly, Lin Yun had a splitting headache, and covered his ears hard, as if he could expel the manic pain from his brain, and as if as long as he did this, the voice would no longer bother.

He shook his head, forcing himself to be still. It was only a moment of effort, and in his sea of knowledge, the Golden Palace had already shown some signs of shaking.

"Fool, what are you doing?!" Miao Feng's voice sounded in the sea of his knowledge, and he was angry, "Are you really so stupid, or do you deliberately want to give merit to others?!" ”

Lin Yun woke up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "No! ”

The ringing that had made him almost mad disappeared abruptly, and she seemed to suddenly understand after verifying that there was no bell at all, no purple bell that he was familiar with.

Only the gentle sound of the flute, with a feeling of almost irresistible warmth, drifted towards him......

"No!" Lin Yun roared angrily this time, and the aura contained in that low voice was broken a little. There was a faint hint of anger in his eyes, and he looked in the direction of Ji Ling'er, his red eyes looked quite terrifying.

"No ......"

As he spoke, he dragged his body towards the other party, and the giant, who was more than three feet tall, took every step to shorten the distance for the other party, and between three or five steps, he walked in front of the other party.

Ji Ling'er didn't dodge this time, she just looked at Lin Yun fixedly, and there was a hint of fear in the beautiful eyes outside the veil.

"Lin Yun!"

Another call. Lin Yun paused slightly, as if he thought of something, he slowly turned his head, his body shrank suddenly, but he put away the magic power of the law and heaven and earth, and a slight gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

Ji Ling'er's heart was a little settled, and the flute sounded tactfully again, and in the midst of the restraint, there was naturally a three-way romance, and many people in the audience showed a trace of intoxication in their eyes.

Lin Yun was no exception, his expression paused slightly, as if he had seen someone, a smile naturally appeared on his face, he took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, as if he was about to grab something from the void, and he applied for a defense, and turned into an empty look, as if he suddenly found that this thing was far away.

There are only a few people in the audience who have not changed. Wusheng looked at Lin Yun from afar, and secretly said in his heart: "The fourth junior brother is all good, but that purple bell, although it is his fate, is a person in the Demon Sect, not to mention that now it seems that it has become a big pain in his heart, I am afraid that it will be a bad thing......"