"You and I are exaggerated~ I'm not afraid of a few boos~"

Yi Sen, who was full of hideousness, did not take any action, but raised his voice and sang the famous pop song "pompous" in the old era.

His voice was hoarse but had a sharp feeling, as if a broken gong had been struck, and his singing skills were really clumsy, if the ugly music could be used as a means of attack, I am afraid that the attack power of Yi Sen's singing voice had reached the level of the Red Emblem.

However, even though his singing is very ugly, Yi Sen still looks extremely devoted, singing with body movements, this battlefield of crisis on all sides seems to have become his stage at this moment, and the people who are fighting have become his craziest listeners.

"There are not many lucky people~ If you haven't been a person, you know why I ~ with ten times the painstaking ~ to be a prominent one~"

As Yi Sen sang, the wide black robe began to be windless, and the dust on it was spread out.

It was spotless again, brand new, and a ray of moonlight shone on Yi Sen, who was singing to his heart's content, and the surroundings became even darker, and Yi Sen became the center of attention.

"Ahhhhh

"My Forever Idol!!"

"Ahhhh

In the dark silence of the jungle, screams seemed to be heard.

The surrounding area flashed like fireflies, and the light became brighter and brighter, and it turned into the shape of waving glow sticks.

The lights flickered, the moon was long gone, and this was no longer a jungle, and after a burst of darkness obscured the sight, everyone's ears and eyes were already crowded.

Patches of glowsticks, patches of glow signs, deafening cheers, screams, and heat waves.

And Yi Sen's face began to blur as much as he could, with heavy shadows, his body was covered with neon, the fog was swirling under his feet, and there were also heavy black shadows shaking around him, constantly dancing, holding Yi Sen in the center.

At this moment, in the cheers of tens of thousands of people, he is high and dazzling, he is the brightest star in the sky, enjoying endless glory.

And Feng Wu and the others are like a member of all living beings, one of the countless fanatics in the audience, tens of thousands of people's mood fluctuations are connected together, and Yi Sen standing on the stage is like a god at this moment.

Luo Qingyun, Luo Qingyi, Gu Yang, Qi Wei and even the black crow and his party were infected by the frenzy of these ten thousand people, their eyes became confused, and their eyes were full of strange worship when they looked at Yi Sen.

And Huang Tao, although he can still support it, but the atmosphere driven by 10,000 people is not something that one person can resist, he gritted his teeth, but his eyes gradually became fanatical, looking at Yi Sen's gaze, like a fan seeing an idol, like a mortal seeing a true god.

"He's so handsome!

Ma Xiaoli's eyes flashed with little stars, and she stared at Yi Sen tightly and couldn't take her eyes off.

"Did you use the trickery to unleash a similar attack?"

In the crowd of 10,000 people, the only one who can still maintain himself in the fanatical worship is Feng Wu.

He saw the essence of Yi Sen's ability.

It is also the essence of the ability to "hide silently".

A kind of energy efficiency similar to that of the Vision.

This costume with a story forever records the most glorious moments I have experienced.

At that pinnacle concert, the god of song wore this performance costume and sang his own specialty track, the exaggerated shape, and the deep interpretation ignited the enthusiasm of fans and became an insurmountable classic.

At that moment, the god of song was in the hearts of all people, and he was God.

Even if it is abandoned, even if it has been hidden in the underground secret room for decades, even if it has been covered with dust, even if it has been infected by psionic rules and has become a "neglected" existence, it still remembers the glory of that day, it wants to return to that day, when the music plays again, when the beat beats again, when the familiar lyrics float in the mouth of the wearer, it is willing to burn everything, accompany the singer, and return to that peak moment.

This is the deepest attachment imprinted in its complex psionic circuit, and the rules of psionic energy change its function, but it cannot change its original intention.

Yi Sen sang a song, triggering the silent hidden special effect, shocking everyone present, he walked towards Feng Wu step by step, and everyone he passed by looked at him like fanatical fans.

Under the influence of the power of the silent concealment, the people could not raise the slightest thought of resisting him, and they would obey his words.

As soon as he stretched out the tip of his sword, someone would pounce on him desperately.

"Come, throw yourself into my arms, and be by my side forever. Staying by my side is your glory and your expectation······"

Yi Sen said to Feng Wu, who was close at hand, and the sharp tip of the blade had reached Feng Wu's chest.

His eyes were full of banter and mockery, and he looked forward to Feng Wu, who had just been on the throne, to pounce on him with a feverish face, and to stain his clothes red with fiery blood, which was the highest gift to him.

"Your will is not worthy of this trickery, it is much more noble than you in terms of soul and obsession, and you, even in such a splendid costume, are but a clown. ”

Feng Wu ignored the tip of the blade that was close at hand, and looked at Yi Sen with pity on his face.

It is a sad thing to have more will and determination than him with the help of the power of foreign objects.

In the final analysis, he is just the most ordinary scavenger, who does not think about how he should improve, but only resents the injustice of the world, occasionally speculatively succeeds or relies on external forces, and is full of inferiority and self-confidence mixed with a sense of inferiority and superiority, there are too many such people in this world.

No matter how high they are, how much respect they have, how much glory they enjoy, how much they take off their glossy cloak, they are still them, dirty and ugly.

Because a person's nobility never lies in external objects, but in a tenacious heart.

"You're ······ This is a scene comparable to that of a martial arts master!How can you not be affected!"

Yi Sen's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he looked at Feng Wu with a shocked expression.

But he didn't know that with the martial will of Feng Wu, even the peak-level powerhouse among the martial arts masters, Kui Shiquan's "Dragon Soul Yin" spirit scene could not suppress Feng Wu, let alone Yi Sen's simple spirit scene constructed with the use of trickery energy efficiency.

I'm afraid it's not even one-tenth of the "Dragon Soul Yin" scene.

"It's sad that you exist, I've completely lost interest in you. ”

Feng Wu shook his head.

"Don't be arrogant! even if the spirit can't affect you, my own strength is still Huang ······."

Yi Sen shouted hoarsely.

He was greeted by Feng Wu's fist like lightning.