Liu Wentian looked at this extremely confident young man, and suddenly smiled: "I guess, you must be a child of a certain big family in Tianliang City, every day you have exquisite clothes and food, cultivation resources are inexhaustible, and there are many people who pat you on the back every day, waiting to be abused by you, to be your stepping stone!"

"It's a pity, I don't need to pat you on the back, all I need to do is let you make way for me, or, make way for you!"

"Then, let's do it!" The young man in white no longer talked nonsense, but from his sleeve, he sacrificed a long flute like jade.

He stood with his flute in his hand, but it didn't look like he was preparing for a fight, but more like he was preparing to play with someone.

He slowly placed the flute next to a delicate mouth, and immediately, an incomparably agile sound of the flute came.

Liu Wentian listened to the sound of the flute, and felt a little tired, he felt that he used the breath of the Xuan Spirit to stabilize his mind, and suddenly realized that the sound of the young man's flute was a hypnotic song!

It's just that the sound of the flute is not only in the ears, but also into the soul and spirit, and this way of aggression is so soft but resolute that it is easy for people to be taken advantage of by the sound of the flute without defense, and fall into a muddy nightmare.

Liu Wentian stabilized his mind, his consciousness was quiet, and he would no longer be disturbed, but appreciated the original artistic conception of the sound of the flute.

The young man in white seemed to have discovered this, and the Xuan Ling Qi was then gently and slowly injected into the flute of his lips, making the sound of the flute even more sympathetic.

It's just that Liu Wentian also gradually increased the power of Xuanling, and reached a balance with Xiao Sheng, and continued to appreciate the artistic conception of Xiao Sheng.

The young man seems to be playing the song of "Bright Moon Night", on the bright moon night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach......

Pity. It's not the jade man in front of you, it's your own jade man. At the moment, I don't know where it is, maybe in the Jinbi Palace. Maybe on Remnant Soul Island, maybe in that blue and white porcelain vase on his right arm, and more likely, she wasn't in this time and space at all!

There was a hint of confusion in his expression, but he was not invaded by the sound of the flute, but the confusion that he integrated into the sound of the flute, and then, he sighed softly.

"Alas......"

With a sigh, the sound of the young man in white stopped. The white jade-like fingers put the flute down, and his eyes looked at Liu Wentian, with more surprise.

"You, it can't be just the peak realm of the Kun Martial Realm!" The young man in white stared at Liu Wentian coldly for a while, and said abruptly: "People of the Kun Martial Realm, how can you be worthy of my 'Golden Jade Mize'! You have cultivated the method of concealing the aura, right?"

Liu asked the sky noncommittally, and said with a smile: "Your martial soul is related to Xiao?"

He could feel it. Just now, this young man had already used the power of the Xuan Spirit, which was at least above the middle stage of the Soul Martial Realm, and spread it through the sound of the flute, although he had not been able to hypnotize himself. But he has already allowed himself to use eighty percent of the power of the Xuan Ling.

"That's right, what I have awakened is the Jade Xiao Martial Soul! Ordinary people don't understand the method of fighting. I don't know what to do. ”

The young man said indifferently: "It's just you." Why do you have this kind of fighting method?"

Among teenagers of the same age, there are very few who can do this exercise, and this is at least the fighting power that can only be exuded by saint-level exercises!

"I don't know what the method of fighting is!" Liu Wentian told the truth, but the truth is often very hurtful, he didn't use the method of fighting spirit, and he didn't even release the martial soul, but he just used his extremely powerful divine sense, plus the ordinary Xuanling Qi, to resist the "Golden Jade Maze" under your jade martial soul!

But his later words were even more hurtful, and he smiled slowly: "You can't beat me!"

The white-clothed young man's fair arms had green tendons exposed, and his eyes emitted a proud color, but he quickly calmed down, this young man's ability to control his emotions was no worse than Liu Wentian!

It's just that Liu Wentian has been polished in Manshan for fifteen years, and this young man obviously grew up in brocade clothes and jade food, but he does not have the arrogance and restlessness of most powerful children.

He nodded in acquiescence, "Yes, I can't beat you, but luckily, I don't have to defeat you to get into the middle of the field!"

The young man's hand was no longer behind his back, but turned sideways, gave way to the road, and said with a fist: "You go!"

Liu Wentian smiled slightly, he admired this young man's judgment very much, he really didn't have to defeat himself to enter, among the teenagers just now, there were many weaker than him! And for himself, he obviously couldn't figure out his own depth, since he couldn't figure it out, it was better to let it go!

Liu Wentian hugged his fists and walked over slowly.

"What's your name?" asked the young man in white, looking at Liu Wentian's back.

"Liu Wentian!"

"Lei Aoyu!" the young man whispered to Liu Wentian's red back.

He walked for a while, but vaguely felt that the boy seemed to have returned to a certain posture, and when he looked back, sure enough, he regained his proud look, and his hands were behind his back again.

Force!

The momentum of the momentum!

This young man, although he is not very old, naturally has a kingly momentum on his body, such a young man, he will definitely be extraordinary in the future!

Liu Wentian soon found that he was less than ten zhang away from the middle ground, and the grass was gradually becoming scarce.

In the middle, it turned out to be an open space with a radius of three feet!

Looking at the few black flags that seemed to be within reach, Liu Wentian did not rush over at all, he felt that it was not so simple!

He continued to move forward without haste, but he noticed nothing unusual, until he was less than three feet away from the nearest of the five black flags lined up in black.

He looked around, and after reconfirming that there was no danger, he walked over slowly, and chose a black flag in the middle, which was about to be raised.

His hand was about to touch the flagpole, but as his hand was close to the flagpole, he suddenly stopped.

He didn't even touch the flagpole again, but directly put his hand lightly on the black flag, and then pumped it hard, and the flag quickly broke off the ground and was grabbed in his hand.

The black flagpole streaked across the cyan knife grass, splashing a burst of green debris.

Liu Wentian felt very satisfied, and was ready to change the way and hold the flagpole in his hand.

It's just that when he looked down, he found that the grass that had crossed the flagpole just now was actually dripping black juice!

These goose knife grasses are very thick, as thick as small bamboos, and there should be a lot of green juice in them, as well as the white liquid in the grass stalks, but at this moment, the black juice they flow out is extremely dazzling, mottled and dotted, which makes Liu Wentian secretly happy.

If he grabbed the flagpole directly just now, would it be himself who has black blood at the moment?

He looked at the flagpole carefully, but found that it was originally a yellow flagpole, but at this moment, the yellow on the outside was falling off, and the inside was completely black, and a little bit of incomparably delicate thorns were wrapped around it, which was extremely shocking.

(To be continued.) )