As soon as the thugs entered the field, their movements immediately became slow.

It's not that they've been physically attacked, but they seem to have received some message in their heads, and they're starting to hesitate.

Randy was intrigued. He had seen the domains of Suning Ning and Shao Shan, both of which could enhance the morale and combat effectiveness of his companions in the realm.

He also thought that Gesang would command the lizardmen and Tang people around him to fight, and with the blessing of the saint-level realm, it was very likely that one would be ten.

There don't seem to be any cultivators among these mobs, so they should be easy to deal with.

However, the thugs all rushed into the field, and not a single one of Gesang's side came out to fight.

Now it seems that his realm is the same as Bai Yanhu's pseudo-saint realm, and he relies purely on spiritual attacks to fool around.

Could his mental power be so high that he could fool so many thugs at the same time?

A dozen thugs rushed in. Half of them immediately covered their heads with their hands, struggled violently with their thoughts, and soon had a splitting headache and turned around and ran out of the field.

The remaining few took a few steps back, and suddenly turned around, "The Great Sage is right, we should be friendly, violence is wrong, I regret it."

The Great Sage of Gesang waved his hand lightly, and a few bits of white light came out, submerging into the thugs who had temporarily agreed to his idea.

The remaining good thoughts in the hearts of these thugs were stimulated, and a circle of white light suddenly appeared on their bodies.

The green color on his body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scales disappeared, and there was an evolution on the spot.

The evolved lizard thug turned into a normal lizardman and turned around and stood beside the great sage of Gesang.

Sanmao understood, "Huh? This great sage of Gesang is very similar to Song Jiang's skills.

But it's even more powerful than Song Jiang, not only can he recruit people temporarily, but he can also completely transform people into good people, wow, it's amazing.

It turns out that this is how the lizardmen around him came, and I thought it was his family. ”

Randy couldn't help but nod, this was a plan to draw money from the bottom of the kettle.

If this happens a few times, there are more and more thugs who have been transformed into good people, and the balance of power is reversed, and the great sage wins.

However, the saint-level support realm costs mana, and the great sage facilitates the evolution of those thugs, and the mana cost cannot be less.

There are a lot of thugs here, and they are constantly increasing, does he have so much magic to squander?

Several more unbelieving thugs rush in with sticks, and Randy thinks the situation will repeat itself.

However, no, the Great Sage of Gesang looked back at the lizard man beside him and the Tang man behind him, and seemed to be counting.

Then he turned back to face the stronger, more vicious thugs who rushed in, and reached out and pulled out a flute.

Sanmao was excited, "Are you finally going to fight?" The commentary said that more than a hundred years ago, the branch of the Heaven and Earth Society, the Red Flower Society, had a hero named Jin Di Xiucai - ah, not good! ”

This time, the Great Sage seemed to have insufficient mental power or magic power, and several thugs rushed in easily, without the slightest hesitation, obviously not receiving any spiritual attacks.

As soon as Randy raised his hand, he was about to help, only to see Gesang put the flute to his mouth, and the melodious tune was blowing, which was the "Beautiful Solo River" that Randy had just heard.

With the sound of the flute, Randy's mind shook when he was so far away. This flute is indeed a weapon, but it is not a physical attack, but a mental attack.

But Randy didn't feel any harm, not even the feeling of being seduced by a fool, what is this concept? What's the use?

As the flute sounded, the lizard beside Gesang sat down with the Tang man behind him, and along with the melody, he sang, "Beautiful Solo River ......"

The rest of the thugs saw that the accomplices who rushed in this time were not hindered, and their morale was immediately boosted, "He has no magic power, everyone is on the shoulders!" ”

I don't know if the great sage of Gesang is really not strong enough, or if he is deliberately showing weakness.

Seeing that the thugs rushed up in a swarm, they did not use any other means except to continue to play the flute.

The song sounded, dozens of kind people sang together, and suddenly there was some kind of resonance, and a ball of white light rose, this time the range was much smaller than the original, just surrounded the people who were singing.

However, the effect of everyone singing in unison was far better than the great sage playing the flute himself, and Randy seemed to have a big river in front of him, and the natives and Tang people who lived freely and freely were in a cheerful and agitated mood.

This is the case as a cultivator, not to mention those ordinary thugs, all those who have a trace of kindness in their hearts, and who still have some hope and hope for life, have stopped and begun to hesitate.

However, there were also a few stubborn people in the thug, who rushed in front of Gesang, raised their sticks and beat them down.

As a saint-level, it can fly, and it can be completely unhit by thugs.

But Gesang sat there, motionless, his eyes full of determination, convinced that he could influence these recalcitrant thugs.

Soon Gesang was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding.

However, the body of the great sage, when it was promoted, was tempered by spiritual power, and ordinary people's sticks could not cause much damage.

The wound caused by the stick heals quickly and automatically, and there will not even be a scar, which is the ability of the holy level.

Sanmao is still far away, look at the tooth marks on his arm, well, you have to advance to the saint-level thief to get rid of it.

Gesang was beaten by ordinary people, not to the body, but to the face of the great sage. However, Gesang didn't seem to need face, and still kept playing.

There are limited vacancies in front of Gesang, and if you can't beat Gesang, you will beat up the "green lizardman traitors" who sit down and sing.

After these "traitors" were reformed, they seemed to have completely lost the temper they had when they were thugs, and they just sang and were willing to be beaten.

However, the wounds also healed quickly, and the white light that surrounded them seemed to have the dual effect of soothing the soul and healing the wound.

Or could the great sage of Gesang still be a doctor to create such a field?

Randy expressed his unacceptability for this kind of field of being beaten up, which was completely contrary to the philosophy of a swordsman.

But it seems that the effect is still good, people can be cured if they are beaten, and there is nothing wrong for the time being.

But it was the hesitant thugs who were constantly moved by the singing.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "This is my hometown, the hometown I love."

It was my dream for us to sing and work freely together, and I gave up hatred. ”

Probationed thugs continued to sit next to Gesang, and more and more people sang.

The thugs who joined in the singing were immediately surrounded by white light, and the range of white light quickly expanded.

"Your fountain comes from Thoreau,

Wanzhong Mountain sends you all the way to,

The rolling waves flow into the distance,

All the way into the ocean. ”

As more and more people sang, reaching a limit, the white light suddenly brightened, and the thugs who sat down collectively evolved.

Only a few thugs remained, still holding sticks in their hands, and they also hesitated when they looked at the evolved accomplices.

They all have no good thoughts, and they all have blood debts in their hands, and they cannot be directly influenced.

But they were curious and began to wonder themselves, "Is it really fun to be a good person?" Shall I give it a try? ”

Randy couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud Gesang.

The evolution of this second group of thugs was so large, it was obviously impossible for it to be achieved by the magic of the Great Sage of Gesang alone.

He used the power of the collective to form a certain formation.

Sure enough, the real great sages are all much stronger than Bai Yanhu's pseudo-saint.

Gesang, a field that only takes beatings and doesn't fight back, looks very cowardly, although Randy doesn't like it very much, but people succeed.

It seems that the holy level really has its own merits, and there is no need for their own help here.

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly heard the rumbling sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Randy looked back and saw twenty lizardmen galloping towards him, and in an instant, he was next to the "probation site" of Gesang.

These lizardmen are wearing "lizardman custom uniforms", carrying bows and arrows, and all lizardmen archers are supposed to be puppet soldiers working for the Dutch.

The spiritual power on the leader's body fluctuates and surges, and he is a master-level figure.

The officials are here, are they here to pacify the mob? It's a pity that it's late.

These lizardmen puppet army look like normal lizardmen, with no green skin.

Randy thinks it's a "cop is always the last to arrive" drama when the lizardman in the lead suddenly shouts.

"Gesang's evil words confuse the public, and he is trying to eliminate the flesh of our lizardmen, and he wants to lead the lizardmen astray and become vassals of the Tang people. Brothers, shoot him for me. ”

The Age of Swords and Sorcery