Yin Moxiao turned around and glanced at Zhang Feng, completely ignoring the fans present, and ran away directly!

Thirty-six monks who practiced the way of music and rhythm also fled.

They didn't dare to turn their heads back, as if the ordinary Qi cultivator was their natural enemy.

In fact, this is really the case, these monks who practice the way of music and rhythm are afraid that Zhang Feng will sing another sentence at this time, then they are afraid that they will also follow in the footsteps of Mo Xiao......

Is it easy to practice the way of body rhythm? Who doesn't practice the piano and learn music day and night, study music theory, and hone their voice before they enter the way of music and rhythm?

If that's all there is to it, it's over!

After escaping dozens of zhang in one go, Yin Moxiao slowly turned his head and looked at the ordinary figure standing in front of the window with fear in his eyes.

A trace of unwillingness suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Boy!" Yin Moxiao encouraged a disordered tone, and said in a loud voice, "Today's battle, I lost!"

"I didn't bring a musical instrument this time, wait for the Bailongtai in two days, I will bring the Soul Burial Piano and wait for you!"

"At that time, you and I will fight again!"

After Yin Mo finished laughing, he whistled away.

No longer as handsome and charming as when he appeared.

The fans were silent.

Zhang Feng: "......"

I didn't use my cultivation, why didn't I look like I was injured?

Is it because of the song you sing?

Could it be that those who practice the way of music and rhythm are most afraid of singing geniuses who are incomplete in five tones?

"I think I'm singing well. Zhang Feng sighed, "This is to use music to defeat music?"

Huo Linglong on the side worshipped: "Senior brother, don't think too much, the song sung by the senior brother sounds like heaven in Huo Linglong!"

"This is the song, it's much better than those girls' chirping songs! After listening to it, I was full of fighting spirit and full of strength! I can't wait to fight a few to help the fun!

"A real man should listen to this kind of song, and a real man should be a man! Only a sissy will like a woman, and will like to listen to that kind of song that a girl chirps." ”

Zhang Feng: "......"

looked at the heroic Huo Linglong with a mustache on his face.

Zhang Feng pondered.

I'm afraid this is the transgender of Rouchu**...... Senior sister, have you finally substituted yourself?

But who said that real men should be men? Where did you come from with this perverted thinking?

"Senior sister, hard!" Zhang Feng gave Huo Linglong a thumbs up.

It's really hard.

Even Zhang Feng was wondering if he should call him junior brother......

Night.

Lan Yun looked at Senior Brother with a curious expression: "Senior Brother, why should we change the inn secretly?"

"Hehe, it's fine. Zhang Feng shook his head.

Suddenly, a large group of monks walked outside the window.

Each monk carried a magic weapon in his hand, his face was angry, his momentum was amazing, and his eyes contained killing intent, as if he was about to fight with someone at any time.

"Damn, where did that kid go!"

"My mind is full of wind and fire in Kyushu now!

"Unexpectedly, Yin Moxiao's musical attainments collapsed, and we, the fans, didn't agree!"

"We're not going to sleep tonight, we have to shoot that kid to death!

Zhang Feng silently closed the window with his dragon palm.

"I really don't know who they're looking for. Zhang Feng scratched his nose in embarrassment.

Blue Cloud: "......"

Huo Linglong: "......"

No light: "......"

Little Shark: "......"

Several people looked at Zhang Feng, and a thought invariably appeared in their hearts: Senior brother, who are they looking for, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?

The impersonal little black Geng said straightforwardly: "Oh, no wonder the owner has secretly found an inn again." I just saw that our previous inn was smashed, so it turned out that they were looking for the master. ”

Zhang Feng: "...... You're talking, aren't you?"

But Zhang Feng also wondered.

I only sang a few words, but I still asked Mo Xiao to sing it myself.

As for being so atmospheric?

It's too much to chase and kill yourself everywhere.

In fact, Zhang Feng knows nothing about the power of fans.

For fans, idols are everything!

Yin Moxiao's attainments in the way of sound and rhythm almost collapsed, and it was completely impossible for this fan to let go of that ordinary monk......

Moreover, some people who practice the way of music and rhythm heard about what happened to Yin Moxiao, and they spontaneously hunted down this music terminator and melody crusher for the future of the music world.

At this time, Zhang Feng didn't know yet.

At this time, he has become the fear of the entire music world.

It was the fear of the coming end.

It was enough to crush the 10,000-year-old accumulation of the Lizhou music scene, and crush all the music theory knowledge and beautiful melodies!

At this time, Zhang Feng was still entangled.

Entangled in the cultivation of the scumbag treasure book.

Do you choose Huo Linglong, or Blue Cloud?

Zhang Feng's gaze kept shuttling between Huo Linglong and Lan Yun, his breathing was slightly heavy, and his eyes were slightly red.

Some of the postures in the scumbag book came to Zhang Feng's mind.

Lan Yun's plump figure under the cheongsam and the fiery and sexy, hot, and wild waist made Zhang Feng's instinctive lower abdomen catch fire.

Zhang Feng didn't know which one to choose for a while.

It's so tangled.

I want to do it all the time.

What, you say that I Zhang Feng wants to be wet with rain and dew?

How is it possible, am I, Zhang Feng, the kind of shameless and lewd womanizer?

I'm here to step into the foundation building and gain the talent and strength of my junior sister in one fell swoop!

Who knows the distress of the nine hundred layers of the Qi refining period?

What, you say I'm just trying to gain strength?

Isn't this to become stronger, to better protect the sect and protect my junior brothers and sisters?

In order to protect my younger brothers and sisters, I Zhang Feng did not hesitate to sacrifice my hue and dedicate my body!

What a great realm I am!

When Zhang Feng thought about it, the dirty guilt in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he was even a little moved by himself.

Huo Linglong and Lan Yun were looked at by the senior brother who had admired them for a long time with such eyes like they wanted to eat people, and their faces were slightly red at the moment, as if they understood something.

"Senior brother, I can. Lan Yun's pretty eyes were full of spring, he bowed his head slightly, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

Huo Linglong's cheeks were even hotter and said directly: "Senior brother, do you like cat girls or uniforms, junior sister still has a leather whip here......"

But Zhang Feng looked at Huo Linglong and Lan Yun tangled for a long time, but sighed.

He didn't know who to choose.

After all, this scumbag treasure book can only be cultivated once.

What if I choose Blue Cloud and regret it in the future?

But if you choose Huo Linglong, what will you do if you regret it in the future?

What if you come across something better in the future?

For example, Cardinal Li, the Holy Son of the Yin and Yang Holy Land, and Dongfang Ling, the Holy Son of the Divine Court, those two women are above Lan Yun and Huo Linglong in terms of talent and cultivation.

The figure and posture are also on par with Lan Yun and Huo Linglong.

There are also Mu Qiao'er and Li Yan, the Holy Maiden of the Holy Fire Peak......

Alas, what a trouble.

At this moment, Zhang Feng completely understood why this exercise was called a scumbag treasure book.

This is eating from the bowl, looking at the pot, and wondering if there is anything better.

"Forget it, wait a minute and see if you can meet a better one. Zhang Feng sighed.

You can't give up an entire forest and hang yourself from a tree because of one tree.

There will definitely be better ones in the future!

Since you can only cultivate once, you have to do it in one step and wait until the best one!

What, you say I'm a scumbag?

Heh, I'm just trying to pursue a better version of myself, is this wrong?

Isn't it because I'm Zhang Feng to be able to better protect my junior brothers and sisters?

This kind of suffering, such a state of thought, how great!

In order to achieve this goal, casting a wide net and collecting more fish is the right way.

Please call me Aquaman.

The next two days.

Zhang Feng lived in seclusion in the inn, hiding from the fans who wanted to take revenge on him.

On the one hand, Lan Yun and Huo Linglong were in a dilemma, and heaven and man were at war.

To eat, or not to eat and wait for the better, this is the question.

But Zhang Feng finally decided to wait for a better one.

To be a human being, you must be hopeful for the future.

Time flew by, and soon it was the fourth day of Zhang Feng's entry into the city.

Bailongtai is finally opened.

Early in the morning, both monks and ordinary people poured into the Bianjing Palace of the Yin and Yang Dynasty.

Thousands of empty alleys.

This day is a grand event of the Yin and Yang Dynasty.

Just because this Bailongtai can not only see what the true talent of a person of literature and Taoism is, it may reach a certain point in the future, but also the elder of Tianjimen himself is in charge.

As long as you make a splash, you can step into the door of the heavenly machine.

For the people of Wendao, entering the Tianji Gate and spying on the real avenue of heaven and earth is an unattainable dream!

As long as you enter the Tianji Gate, it is almost a step to the sky, and you will definitely do something in the future!

Whether it is a person who comes from afar, or a monk who does not practice Wendao, or even ordinary people, they are not willing to miss this grand event, even if it is just to see the excitement.

You know, it's the first of the three doors and five peaks, and it's also the deepest hidden Tianji Gate!

Zhang Feng got up early in the morning and followed the crowd into the palace with Lan Yun and the others.

The Yin and Yang Dynasty may be because of the emphasis on literature and Taoism, the national strength is not as good as the Great Qin Dynasty, advocating imperial power, although the palace is also a magnificent high wall, but there is no Great Qin Dynasty of the splendid carved beams and painted columns, but there is a feeling of disrepair, even the vermilion paint on the wall is mottled and withered.

But unlike the Great Qin Dynasty, there are pen and ink danqing hanging on the wall.

One of the pictures of a tiger is brilliant, and the tiger on it is no longer lifelike, but on the picture scroll like a living creature glaring at the person outside the painting, and even jumps down from the picture scroll from time to time, turning into a red-eyed and blue-blooded tiger more than three feet long, roaring hideously.

The breath of one body is comparable to foundation building!

Looking at this black and white giant tiger, condensed by literary energy, Zhang Feng's face changed slightly.

"Wendao's methods are really mysterious. ”

The people and monks who entered the palace with Zhang Feng were also amazed at the pen and ink hanging on both sides of the corridor, and these royal treasures were rare to see on weekdays.

Not to mention these treasures, even this palace is not accessible on weekdays.

And now, both sides of this narrow corridor are full of soldiers and monks, releasing the powerful aura of the Yudan period, staring coldly at the crowd in front of them, and will shoot at the slightest change.

At the end of the narrow corridor is the most secret in the palace and the most important place in the entire Yin and Yang Dynasty.

Even the kings of the Yin and Yang Dynasty could only come here once every five years with everyone, and that was the time to start.

Bailongtai.

Zhang Feng looked up and saw that a steep mountain peak was towering into the clouds, and a bluestone step was climbing up like a python.

The green moss on the steps and the traces of time exude the vicissitudes of life.