If there was one of the last rivals that Colt wanted to see in Auschwitz, this guy would be in the top few without exception.

Even more than the originally scheduled strong enemy 'Gavin'.

Without it, this kind of musician, who only emphasizes the destructive power of the movement and is good at destroying a wide area, is too threatening.

"Oh, it's Colt. ”

Shan Miao recognized him, and his eyes lit up: "Don't talk nonsense, do you want to fight?"

Colt snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to him. Instead, he stopped the other musicians:

"He's the only inheritor of the 'Gate of Annihilation' generation, the battlefield musician of the battlefield musicians - what he does best is mass destruction music.

If you really make a move, maybe someone here can win. But he can definitely pull half of Auschwitz to accompany his own funeral, not to mention ......"

In the second half of the sentence, Colt didn't say it, but just whistled, revealing a tacit look at each other:

What's more, other people's teachers are still watching from the sky!

Aren't you afraid that you will be put in little shoes in this trial?

Soon, after the passage of the mountain, in the rainy night, someone stumbled again.

The young man was dressed in rags, bruised and bruised, with unkempt hair, like a beggar, and as he went, rain and mud poured into his shoes, and he was out of breath.

It's hard to imagine what he's been through to get here.

"It's a lucky guy, isn't it?" In the sky, several scepter judges glanced at it and said lightly, "It's useless to come here, and you can't enter the door." ”

In it, there was an illusory old man who slowly frowned and said nothing.

As the man approached, a faint light illuminated his bruised face. The old man in the sky was stunned: "Simon?"

"Simon?"

In front of the door, also a representative of the School of Illusion, Rebecca frowned, she still knew this embarrassed young man, but she couldn't imagine how he could be so down-she could barely recognize this fierce enemy who had been competing with her all along.

"Phew, what Simon?"

The young man spat disdainfully:

"Haven't you been looking for me for a long time? I don't change my surname...... That's right, I'm Ye Qingxuan! Something is coming at me!"

Click, click......

A series of small sounds, the sound of a dislocated mandible, a jaw falling to the ground.

Everyone looked at this proud-faced guy blankly, and couldn't figure out what this was unfolding: Friend, do you think you can pretend to be an Oriental just by dyeing your hair with inferior hair dye!

The master of Anglo is still in the sky, is it really okay for you to talk so casually?

"Ye Qingxuan?"

In the sky, Mr. Hu was also stunned, and looked at the master beside him blankly: "He has changed so much." How did this happen? Did you fall out of love?"

The mysterious man who appeared in Maxwell's office also coughed violently, his expression was complicated and tangled, and after a long time, he held back a smile and turned his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know him......"

And on the ground, 'Ye Qingxuan' was staring intently at the people in front of the door.

"You guys!"

He raised his voice and asked in a solemn voice, "Who knows Lao Fei?"

Old fee?

The musicians looked at each other. I don't know who 'Lao Fei' is, but his eyes are solemn: is there any mysterious strong musician hiding in Auschwitz?

After hesitating for a long time. Someone cautiously asked:

"Who is Lao Fei?"

"Hey, scared?"

A sneer appeared on Ye Qingxuan's face, and his eyes widened immediately, and he shouted solemnly: "--Lao Fei is my father! Are you afraid! If you are afraid, get out of the way! Be careful that my father slaps you to death......

Silent.

Dead silence.

In the crowd, Rebecca quietly took two steps back and lowered her head. I felt humiliated from the bottom of my heart: I actually regarded this neurotic as a strong competitor?

In the air, the illusory old man finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a gloomy voice sounded:

"That's enough! Simon! ”

'Ye Qingxuan' raised his head and saw the old man, his eyes suddenly became confused. As if thinking of something, his complexion changed violently, and after a long time, he suddenly realized:

"Are you old Fei?"

He opened his arms in ecstasy: "Daddy! I've finally found ......."

Boom!

A large, invisible hand emerged from the rain, grabbed Simon, clenched it suddenly, and with a 'snap', it disappeared, and Simon disappeared without a trace. Only the old man in the sky was so angry that he trembled, gritting his teeth and roaring:

"-- Shameful thing!"

After a long silence, the musicians on the ground remained silent, completely unable to understand what the hell was going on.

"Simon, does he have any genetic disease?" someone asked.

"If I'm guessing correctly...... "Ariana from the Mind-like School said dryly, "he may have been brainwashed." ”

"By whom? Could it be someone from your physiognomy school?"

"No kidding. ”

Ariana looked coldly at the person who spoke: "Do you think brainwashing is as simple as erasing the words on a blank piece of paper? memory masking, personality resetting, self-awareness correction...... There are hundreds of 'cues' that need to be implanted alone. The teachers involved in it do not have teachers who are also proficient in this skill and exquisite operations that are far beyond ordinary people, so don't mention them. Especially when the opponent is a musician like Simon, the delicate operation involved in it can boil people's heads into a pulp if they are not careful.

It's easier to kill him than that!"

"What if you did it, and it would be so hard for you?" the man asked, obviously not at ease, and asking in front of everyone was reprehensible.

"Hmph. ”

Ariana smiled, the smile indescribably charming, with a hint of demonism: "What do you think?"

The man's heart swayed for a while, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, regretting in his heart, why did he provoke the neurosis of the Mental Imagery School. And Ariana was smiling as if nothing had happened.

But apparently already remembered the guy. If you have a chance, you have to make him look good.

"Enough, don't make a fuss. ”

Colt Flagg's hoarse voice cut off the infighting: "There are ten minutes left to close. If you have any disputes, you might as well settle them after the early hours of the morning. ”

He withdrew his gaze and sank his mind, intently sensing the 'signs' he had set up around him, exploring the aether fluctuations.

But in the silence, he heard other people's voices: "Hey, Colt, someone is here again." ”

He paused for a moment and raised his eyes.

He saw the flames.

In the distance, at the end of the road, rain burned like a flame.

In the flames of the rain, a young man stepped on the fire.

His steps staggered, oblivious to the crowd in the distance, as if he were immersed in his own world, and hummed a vague and long-ago song in his throat, in which the rain fell on him and rose like a flame. When your feet are on the ground, the mud ripples like the surface of the water.

It was pure aether changing, nature changing, and yet so invisible.

It turned into wind, condensed into rain, gathered into fire, and formed earth.

It's like an illusion.

Colt frowned disapprovingly and looked behind him.

"Enough hell happened today!" he said coldly, "Rebecca, stop kidding, and undo the 'fulcrum'." ”

In the gaze of everyone, Rebecca was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"No, it's not my ......"

She waved her hand in a panic: "That's not my fulcrum at all." ”

There was a dead silence in the crowd, and everyone's eyes suddenly became serious.

for there was a singing.

The boy's hoarse singing echoed in the rain and spread in all directions. It seems to be some kind of slang minor, but it is quite unclear, just indescribably pleasant and distant.

As if from the far away mountains, the song echoed in the sky.

In the song, the nature of all things changes.

In the dark.

Boy, stepping on the fire-

There was silence in the sky.

"It's the language of the East. ”

Someone looked at Mr. Hu, "Is this a student of your Guozijian? I have never heard of such music......

"No, it's just an oriental folk tune. It's not a movement, and it doesn't have any effect. ”

Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "Moreover, there are no Tianzhu people in our Guozi Prison. If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid it's another young man I've ever met, right?"

"Who is that?" the masters looked at each other, and there were no such young people in their own school: "Could it be the rising star of some hermit school or monk's society?"

"It's finally here......"

And at the end, the mysterious man with his snot smiled happily and whispered:

"You're keeping me waiting, little ghost. ”-

In the long silence, only the singing spread.

In the faint singing, all the musicians stared at the young man who was singing and stepping on the fire. I watched him walk through the mud but move unhindered, and wherever he passed, there was a flame of rain burning in the remaining footprints.

The rain fell on him, and it poured him through, and he looked embarrassed and sloppy, but he did not realize it in the slightest, but smiled happily.

Facing so many hostile musicians, it is still easy to feel like a spring outing.

The rain fell on him, and fell on the layers of swords, sliding down the hilt and blade, making the seemingly mortal swords mysterious.

In his soft singing, the air became heavy, pressing on people's hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

"Who?"

In the crowd, someone looked at him and frowned: "Knife seller?"

In the flowing flames, in the burning rain, the boy took off his cumbersome turban, revealing his trademark white hair. The white hair glittered in the fire, stinging the pupils of the man.

"In the lower leaf Qingxuan ......"

The boy stared at those faces with a hearty smile:

"-- Specially come to sell swords. (To be continued.) )