The group came to a secret place, which is like a place where music and rhythm collide, in front of a space, there are pianos, drums, Xiao, and flutes, however, there is no shape, as if they are all illusory, transformed by artistic conception, floating in the air, and diffusing the power of the spirit.

It seems that there have been many masters here to engage in spiritual artistic conception confrontation here.

"Have you decided who will come?" asked Liu Piaopiao.

"Me. Ye Xuan responded with a smile, and Liu Piaopiao glanced at him deeply7, smiling gently.

"Since I want you to follow me, I naturally hope that you will be convinced, I am a little good at musical instruments, so I will perform a song for you, this song will not have spiritual spells and other attacks, only the influence of will, if you can hold on, then I will lose. Liu Piaopiao looked at Ye Xuan and said with a smile.

"Good. Ye Xuan nodded slightly, and then saw Liu Piaopiao raise his footsteps and walk towards a piece of musical instruments, where there were many musical instruments beating, lifelike, evolving from the artistic conception of the secret realm, which was extremely wonderful.

Liu Piaopiao's heart moved slightly, and suddenly those notes jumped and turned into flutes.

Many people were a little surprised, but they didn't expect Liu Piaopiao to take action in person.

The notes turned into a flute, Liu Piaopiao put it on the red lips, slowly blowing, suddenly, there was a wonderful sound of the flute, only for a moment, the sound of the flute will be substituted into the wonderful artistic conception.

"It's beautiful. Although Liu Piaopiao is the princess of Liuguo, she is not arrogant and coquettish, but makes people feel friendly, which is why she has such a great charm and makes people obsessed with following.

In fact, at this time, she played in the red dust, extremely elegant, with a beautiful flute sound, long hair flying, and her skirt fluttering, like an earthly fairy, with a charming meaning on her body, which made people intoxicated.

Many people have only heard of the name of Liu Piaopiao, but they have not seen it, and this is the first time they have seen Liu Piaopiao.

Seeing her at this moment, her eyes seemed to be about to fall in, and she couldn't extricate herself, as if in their eyes, there was only the woman in front of them.

"Sure enough, it lives up to its name. A touch of heat flashed in Ji Wuming's eyes, Liu Piaopiao and Wei Qingqing, the beauty of two different styles is exciting, coupled with their identities, if they can get one, it is indeed a wonderful thing.

Especially the willow fluttering played at this moment, the charm is even greater, but Ji Wuming understands that this is because everyone is affected by the artistic conception of the sound of the flute.

Spiritual warriors, with their spiritual will to influence others, so that others fall into their own artistic conception, produce illusions to make people sink, ever-changing, extremely powerful.

The number of spiritual martial artists is extremely small, which is different from martial arts practitioners. The improvement and cultivation of spiritual will is much more difficult than martial arts practice, and there are many people who can't practice spiritual power, which is also the reason why there are fewer spiritual martial artists.

On the top of the mountain, except for the sound of the flute, it seems that there is no other sound, and countless eyes look towards this side, and at this moment, I don't know how many people are fascinated by the charm of Liu Piaopiao.

The people are beautiful, and the sound of the flute is also beautiful.

Everyone on the top of the mountain was affected by the sound of the flute, not to mention Ye Xuan.

At this time, he stood opposite Liu Piaopiao, the endless notes kept floating into his mind, containing the power of artistic conception, but unlike what he imagined, this artistic conception power did not attack him, but branded the picture in his mind, it was Liu Piaopiao's figure, charming, she was like an earthly immortal, to be planted in his mind, planted in his will.

The beautiful sound of the flute is intoxicating, and the fairy-like figure is even more sinking, at this moment his mind seems to be occupied by the figure of Liu Piaopiao, the fairy-like person, as if to turn into a mark, imprinted into his mind, so that he can't extricate himself.

He involuntarily gave birth to admiration, no desire to love, just pure, and regarded that figure as the most important part of his life.

"Is this the influence of her spiritual conception on me?" Ye Xuan secretly said in his heart, what a clever method is much more powerful than the means of some people who are good at the art of charm, Liu Piaopiao said that as long as he can hold on, she will lose, it seems that this so-called persistence is a little different from what he understands.

It is quite possible that he will sink in this song.

This tactic is simply appalling!

This woman really dug a pit for him to jump into.

It's a pity that the person he met was him.

On the spiritual level, in the ancient road, no one can beat him, and naturally it is impossible to be affected by Liu Piaopiao.

The sound of the flute is getting more and more crisp and loud, and the willows are dancing with the music, becoming more and more beautiful, and the artistic conception is getting deeper and deeper.

It was the first time that many people heard that someone could play the flute so beautifully, even if Liu Piaopiao was only dealing with Ye Xuan, but many people around him still had some weak wills faintly showing signs of fall, looking at Liu Piaopiao's eyes with endless admiration, as if that was the fairy they needed to watch.

As the sound of the flute continued to enter his ears, Ye Xuan seemed to be infatuated with Liu Piaopiao, but he was determined, and another figure appeared in his mind at this moment, and he hadn't seen Yiren for a long time.

Thinking of his beloved, he had a shallow smile on his face, constantly expelling the mark of Liu Piaopiao.

The beautiful eyes of Liu Piaopiao, who was playing, stared at Ye Xuan, and saw that there was a bright smile on his handsome face, as if he had seen his most beloved woman, sunny and beautiful.

But she wasn't proud, it wasn't brought about by her flute, and Ye Xuan didn't show such a smile when he saw her.

Under the beautiful sound of his own flute, he remembered other women.

Thinking of this, Liu Piaopiao's artistic conception strengthened, and she frantically integrated into the notes, and the sound of the piano seemed to become more beautiful, but Ye Xuan was still unmoved.

Gradually, the sound of the flute changed, no longer beautiful, but became extremely domineering.

This transformation seemed to be invisible, and the beating domineering notes rushed directly into Ye Xuan's will, forcibly interrupting his fantasy picture, and Chu Yiren's figure kept disappearing in Ye Xuan's mind and was forcibly erased.

At this moment, Liu Piaopiao's figure is no longer a fairy figure, but like a majestic and domineering goddess, dazzling and unstoppable, she forcibly descended on Ye Xuan's mind, wanting to plant her own imprint, so that Ye Xuan could not erase her figure and surrender to her feet.

The figure of Chu Yiren in his mind gradually dispersed and was forcibly erased, and only her willowy figure was allowed.

In the outside world, everyone's feelings have also changed, and they are also affected by the sound of the flute.

On Ye Xuan's body, his clothes were rattling, and his black hair was flying, as if he was under extremely terrible will oppression.

Ye Xuan's eyes became extremely sharp, and he wanted him to surrender?

His will became stronger, and he took a step forward, came to the instrument of a note, and said, "Come and not be rude." ”

Although Ye Xuan didn't understand musical instruments, he was mentally strong and determined, and he attached his spiritual will to musical instruments and played sounds.

It's just playing indiscriminately, competing against the sound of the willow fluttering flute, although the sound of the rhythm is not beautiful, but you can also feel his strong will, which makes people feel the majestic aura on his body.

Two different rhythms of will converged in the void, and suddenly an invisible storm was born.

Xiao Sheng was still domineering, wanting to erase everything in Ye Xuan's mind and plant Liu Piaopiao's figure.

The rhythm played by Ye Xuan is majestic, guarding the figure in her mind, the country is picturesque, how can she fight a little cinnabar between her eyebrows.

This terrible rhythm gradually became able to compete with the sound of Liu Piaopiao's flute, seeping into Liu Piaopiao's eardrums, obliterating the domineering figure of the goddess, wanting her to surrender to her feet.

"Actually, it's fighting back. Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with some shock, Liu Piao's flute sound was unable to take Ye Xuan down for a long time, whether it was fairy-like gentleness or goddess-like domineering, it seemed that Ye Xuan's will could not be destroyed, and now, he was fighting back with a musical instrument, guarding the stubbornness in his heart.

At this moment, Ye Xuan's temperament seemed to have changed, and there was a powerful momentum on his body, an aura of self-esteem and contempt for others.

The collision of the two rhythms, for a while, the endless notes in the rhythm area were running wildly, and the momentum on the two of them became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Liu Piao's flute voice became extremely domineering and powerful, and Ye Xuan's mind appeared endlessly.

The momentum of the two of them reached its peak in an instant, and Ye Xuan's spiritual will also descended on Liu Piaopiao's mind, wanting her to surrender.

"What a strong willpower. Everyone looked at the terrible storm of notes, and the two of them actually competed against each other, and neither of them would back down half a step, and they were evenly divided.

Could it be that this matchup will be a draw?

However, Liu Piaopiao said that as long as Ye Xuan could persist in her song, she would lose.

And the bet of the two, as long as Liu Piaopiao loses, they will be maids.

Even if she doesn't fulfill it, Ye Xuan can't do anything about her, but in front of so many people, it is a very faceless thing after all.

At this moment, the flute in Liu Piaopiao's mouth seemed to turn into endless notes, heading towards Ye Xuan's mind, her will directly communicated the notes, and a voice spat out of her mouth: "Who occupies your mind?"

With her appearance, temperament, and the illusion of spiritual will, even if a person with a strong will will fall, not to mention that Ye Xuan is just a martial artist, not a martial artist who specializes in spiritual cultivation, and his realm is lower than her, he seems to have been guarding someone's figure.

After a while, the spiritual confrontation between the two was also coming to an end, no matter how Liu Piaopiao strengthened his artistic conception and strengthened the rhythm, it could not affect Ye Xuan's mind, his will was as firm as solid, this was also the first time she saw that the realm was lower than her, but it was not affected by her spiritual will, and it was always difficult to occupy his mind.