readx;?“ You may not have heard of our Young Valley Master, in fact, he came to the Valley of the Wicked not long before you, but he is famous in the Valley of the Wicked. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" looked at Mo Yu with a smile, but the words were said to the end of summer.

Seeing that Mo Yu was gradually stabilized, Wang Yifeng's right hand began to let go of Mo Yu, and his hands began to hold down his flute, of course he didn't know what kind of treasure this was at the end of the summer, but as long as he knew a little bit about the treasures of Mingjian, and liked to collect those ancient treasures, when he saw this flute, he was afraid that he would exchange this flute at the cost of bankruptcy. The flute of the Snow Phoenix Ice King, ranked third in the Tiangang Earth Weapon Spectrum, was originally a divine weapon, and in the hands of the contemporary master Wang Yifeng, it sublimated its value.

Put the snow phoenix ice king flute to his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, the Wang Yifeng in front of him at the end of the summer is different from the previous Wang Yifeng, mainly reflected in the momentum, the snow devil at this moment is obviously a hundred times stronger than the pleasant snow devil in terms of momentum, and the snow devil playing the flute in front of him makes people feel a momentum of dominating the world.

The soft timbre came out of the magical flute, and the timbre was ethereal with a rich soft fragrance, like the fragrance that only cardamom girls have, I really didn't expect Wang Yifeng to be able to condense the body. At the end of summer, while cultivating, I smelled the fragrant breath, and my body was being transformed little by little.

It turns out that this is the case, the end of the summer has an enlightenment, it turns out that Wang Yifeng usually uses this flute sound to clear Mo Yu's body, through the previous brief contact with Mo Yu, the end of the summer was surprised to find that this young man, although he does not look as big as himself, but the evil qi in his body is what he has seen all his life. It was really a good choice for him to come to the Valley of the Wicked, with such an existence as Wang Yifeng to remove the impurities in his body for him.

The aftermath is lingering and endless. The wonderful notes hovered in the ears of the end of the summer, and it never dispersed, and the end of the summer was very eager to listen to it for a while, this natural sound was really hard to find, he had only heard the music compared to it in Gao Jiangting, although the instruments were different, but the reason was the same, sometimes, when the skill reached a certain level, at that time, music, even able to replace language.

Gao Jiangting's Konghou is like a raging tide in the sea, ** one after another, and the wind of Haoran righteousness is endless, like the water of the Yangtze River rolling eastward, which makes people forget to return. The flute played by Wang Yifeng sounds full of peace and tranquility, like bright meteors emerging in the dark night, which makes people sound intoxicated.

It is said that a real musician, even if he plays an ordinary instrument, the music he plays is an amazing divine comedy. So, if it is a real musician, the instrument he plays is an artifact, so what is it that he plays?

One after another, the notes came into the ears of the end of summer and Mo Yu respectively, what he felt at the end of summer was a burst of warmth, and what Mo Yu felt was a burst of comfort, that kind of comfort, as if you were in the cold ice cellar to the bone, suddenly brought you to the sun on the south bank of the spring breeze, that kind of comfort, so that the crimson of his eyes gradually disappeared, and his body no longer trembled.

What kind of song is it? What kind of song can weaken the effect of evil energy? Seeing Wang Yifeng's slightly closed eyes open, he calmly looked at Mo Yu who was gradually sitting up, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

"Wang Gu Lord's good work is under the admiration. Once again, he looked at Wang Yifeng, and now at the end of summer, his eyes were full of admiration, I don't know if it was because of Wang Yifeng's strength or because he successfully stopped Mo Yu, who was about to go berserk. Mo Yu's evil qi was more than a grade higher than his own attack at that time, and once he went violent, it was definitely not something he could stop.

Stretched out his hand to pull up the end of Xia, and the end of summer felt that Wang Yifeng's hand was pale and cool, which looked very inconsistent with his age, not like a middle-aged man's hand at all, and Wang Yifeng didn't look like a middle-aged person, but the long hair was just highlighted.

"In this vast valley of wicked people, only I can suppress the evil spirit. Wang Yifeng said lightly, glimpsing that the eyes of the end of the summer were no longer cold: "We have been fighting with the Haoqi Alliance and other forces for several years, and in their impressions, we are an evil organization, we burn and kill and grab roads, but I want to ask your opinion first, what is good? What is evil?"

This sentence can't help but ask the end of the summer, in fact, he is not stupid, he has always understood that there is no absolute good, and there is no absolute evil. However, if he said that, I am afraid that Wang Yifeng would seize this opportunity to pull him into the Valley of the Wicked, so that he would have no conditions to refuse.

To be honest, the end of summer really doesn't care which camp he is in, of course, if it is just him, which side will naturally be beneficial to him?

I looked at Wang Yifeng in a daze for a long time, and it took me half a day to react, and I shook my head regretfully: "Lord Wang Gu, I don't know how to answer you, I know that you want me to join the Valley of the Wicked, but, in that case, I will be my friend's enemy, this is not what I want to see." Please don't get me wrong, I have no grievances with the Wicked Valley, but, there is no way, after all, I am not alone" said in the end, and the end of the summer was a little embarrassed to say.

"What do you think, how about the tune I just played?" Contrary to the surprise of the end of summer, Wang Yifeng did not mention the topic just now, but asked the question of the end of summer.

The answer to this question was already known in Xia Mo's heart, and he smiled slightly: "Lord Wanggu, if you ask this question, I can answer it without hesitation, if Qin Xiu still has a chance to play the sound of heaven again, then your level is definitely the same." Using the skills of Gao Jiangting to compare with it, it can be seen that the end of summer has a high evaluation of it.

"The world only says that my Wang Yifeng is a heinous person, drunk in the rivers and lakes for thirty springs, and he can solve the red dust with a book and a sword. Good and evil in the world, black and white, are the same source of water, turbid, good and evil, and eventually there will be the same flow, a drunk rivers and lakes for thirty springs, it is ridiculous that I have not been involved in studying for many years, but I have become a demon in the mouth of the world, only to realize, a thousand years of cultivation, not as good as a thought to become a demon!" said it, with a hint of desolation in the sentence.

Thinking of what happened to others, could it be that this great valley lord also had some secrets?

If so, then, is this also a hidden plot?

"If you want to, you might as well sit down and listen to me explain in detail. "I poured a cup of tea for the end of summer, the tea cup is very small, but the more you do this, the more you can appreciate the true taste of tea, it seems that this valley owner knows the tea ceremony very well.

"Good. ”

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