Looking at all this in front of him, Zhang Feng was confused.

Isn't this the way those idol singers on the earth appear?

Big brother, is there something wrong with you? This is obviously a world of cultivation!

At this moment, Zhang Feng had a feeling of returning to Earth.

Even those fanatical fans all took out flashing magic weapons one by one and began to wave them, and there were even billboards with slogans written on them, such as "Yin Mo laughs at me and I love you", "Brother Yin is the best!", "Yunyin ❤".

Well, the last sign was held by Lan Yun.

Zhang Feng: "......"

It's exactly like a star tour!

This picture appeared in the world of Xianxia, which was particularly abrupt.

Zhang Feng even wondered if this sound Mo Xiao had also crossed over.

It's really that this vision of heaven and earth is too weird. You said that if you want to be a quaint Hong Zhong, Sanskrit sound can also be around, what is going on with this direct laser sound stage?

Is it so technological?

It's all a product of the earth!

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment whether this sound Mo Xiao has some kind of music system, put it in the novel, this is completely the treatment of the protagonist, Zhang Feng even thought about the title of the book, what "I Sing to Get Stronger", what "Entertainment Boss Across the Other World".

Just when Zhang Feng fell into deep thought.

Beautiful, dynamic music, fluttering.

Yin Moxiao stood on the stage, his body was full of emotion, and he poured into the microphone in his hand.

The way of rhythm is fully unfolded.

A shiny robe, especially dazzling!

The thirty-six Jiedan monks in front of them also rose into the air in an instant, swept to the stage behind Yin Moxiao, and posed in one color.

After a drum beat, the monks all began to dance!

Twist your waist, kick your legs, swing your hips!

A proper men's group style.

And Yin Moxiao held the microphone and led the dance at the front, his posture was particularly enchanting and dynamic, shining under the light of the spotlight.

Zhang Feng looked at Yin Mo in a daze, and finally understood what Huo Linglong meant by the girl's chirping......

On the other hand, when fans saw this scene, they fell into a frenzy and shouted wildly.

"Yin Mo laughs, Yin Mo laughs!"

"I love you!"

"Ah!!h

At the end of the cheers, Yin Moxiao, who was under the watchful eye, held the microphone in his hand, posed, a handsome smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly in a low voice: "Follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion, and replay the ...... in slow motion with my left hand and right hand."

Zhang Feng suddenly felt that this melody was very familiar......

But the next moment, Zhang Feng's face changed suddenly.

The music that is not smiling is not as simple as being beautiful and beautiful.

I saw that the dynamic singing spread, and as Yin Moxiao turned in a circle with his left hand and his right hand in a circle, those excited fans also turned in a circle with their left hand and drew a circle with their right hand at the same time.

Even Blue Cloud and Fire Linglong are no exception!

Zhang Feng suddenly turned his head to look at his hands, and even followed Yin Moxiao to draw a circle together!

"What's special?" Zhang Feng hurriedly used his spiritual power, and his two hands seemed to no longer belong to him, until Zhang Feng used all his strength to refine the body of Canglei, and the crystal clear keel emitted a cold thunder, and then he slowly stopped drawing circles.

Zhang Feng looked out the window with a solemn face, and saw that as Yin Moxiao's singing spread, tens of thousands of fans gathered around danced to the rhythm of Yin Moxiao!

"Can you manipulate others with your singing?"

"This is the way of rhythm?"

Zhang Feng exhaled deeply, and subconsciously sealed his ears with spiritual power, but it was not easy to use, and the beautiful singing voice continued to drill into his mind.

The little shark on the side snorted coldly with a gloomy face.

The cold snort swept out, like ripples rippling in the room, Zhang Feng got rid of the shackles of the singing, and Huo Linglong, who had been dancing, also looked relieved and stopped dancing.

In terms of the way of music and rhythm, the little shark may not be as good as the sound of Mo Xiao, but it is still possible to resist a little.

"What kind of weird trick is this?" Zhang Feng looked at the scene of singing and dancing outside the window with a complicated expression.

Huo Linglong snorted coldly: "The way of music and rhythm of Yin Mo Xiao is very famous in the whole Lizhou. It is considered to be the best among the people of literature and Taoism. ”

Zhang Feng looked at the fanatical fans outside, frowned, and said: "No, there are such eccentric players in the cultivation realm......?

To tell the truth, this sound Mo Xiao completely subverted Zhang Feng's inner fantasy of cultivators.

This is exactly what idol singers do on the planet.

"A monk doesn't have to be immortal. Huo Linglong said helplessly, "Monks are actually the same as the people in the mortal world, there are hermit masters, but there are also young heroes and women." Some young heroines are not high in martial arts, but with their looks and personalities, they have a lot of fans, so some rouge shops are willing to spend a lot of money to ask women to endorse themselves. ”

"And most of the monks in the cultivation realm are very low-key, but there are also a few existences who have a large number of fans because they are too eye-catching. Huo Linglong said this, and glanced at Zhang Feng, "For example, the senior brother has become the group pet of the entire Wufeng because of his strength and handsomeness, and he is even rumored to be the Qilinzi of Lizhou." ”

Zhang Feng: "Low-key, low-key. ”

"But it is impossible for other monks to follow the path of the senior brother. After all, the cultivators of my generation can eliminate impurities and reshape their bodies when they have cultivated to the stage of knotting, and all of them are handsome men and beautiful women, that is, the senior brother can only become famous by virtue of his appearance. ”

"If other monks want to be famous, they have to have their own characteristics and be able to stand out from the crowd. ”

"For example, Xiao Tianren's luck is riddled with luck, such as Yin Moxiao's talent show. ”

"These things attract other monks more than cultivation. Huo Linglong explained, "After all, everyone has this kind of thing for cultivation, it's nothing more than who is high and who is low, you say that your cultivation is high and there are higher than you, everyone can achieve it as long as they work hard." ”

"And luck and musical talent are things that other monks don't have. So it is natural to stand out from the crowd and attract fans. ”

Hearing Huo Linglong say this, Zhang Feng understood.

With this sound, Mo Xiao took the entertainment route in the cultivation realm!

He is the entertainment star among cultivators!

It's kind of interesting.

Zhang Feng was thinking about it, and Yin Moxiao, who was singing and dancing with a group of people outside the window, frowned slightly, and looked at Zhang Feng's window.

He found out that the people there didn't even sing!

Oh, can't my smiling music move you?

My dream is to make everyone in the world my fans!

"Friends over there, sing with me!" Follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion......" Yin Moxiao stretched out the microphone towards Zhang Feng's window.

Zhang Feng: "......"

Looking at Yin Mo Xiao, who was looking at him expectantly, Zhang Feng didn't want to sing.

There are tens of thousands of fanatical fans beside Ke Yin Moxiao, and Zhang Feng pondered that if he didn't sing, he was afraid that these fans with green eyes like hungry wolves would be able to beat him to death......

The biggest reliance on this Yin Mo Xiao is not his strength, nor his musical attainments.

It's this group of fans!

That's tens of thousands of monks!

Is this the strength of entertainment stars?

In anticipation, Zhang Feng was silent for a moment in the face of the microphone stretched out by Yin Moxiao.

He found that he had suddenly forgotten the words.

Yin Moxiao looked at Zhang Feng expectantly, his eyes were full of encouragement, and he looked up again with a kind face: "Come, this friend, don't be nervous, follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion......."

Zhang Feng: "......"

What's the lyrics?

Left hand, right hand.

Hand?

That's right!

Zhang Feng's eyes lit up, he stood by the window and coughed and cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice: "Shoot when it's time to shoot, the wind and fire in Kyushu, hey,

High-pitched voice!

Sonorous and powerful!

This roar is like the roar of a fierce beast, sharpened by a sword, full of the breath of a macho man!

For a moment, the audience was silent.

All the fans looked at Zhang Feng in a daze.

Even Yin Moxiao's tone was violently shocked, the background music stopped instantly, and the hand holding the microphone trembled slightly.

The expectation and encouragement in his eyes instantly turned into confusion and confusion.

What the hell is it that you should shoot when you should shoot?

Why did my own light song instantly seem to have encountered a mudslide?

Not to mention, there seems to be nothing wrong with the pick-up, and Yin Moxiao almost thought it was the original song......

Yin Moxiao tried to continue singing, but found that he couldn't find the tune at all!

My mind is full of shots!

I'm sick!

What the hell is this song, it's completely a melody mudslide, a rhythm crusher!

In silence.

Yin Moxiao held the microphone, was silent for a long time, and looked at Zhang Feng with a complicated expression: "You are so awesome, I don't even know how to sing." ”

It completely interrupted the thinking.

Zhang Feng scratched his head embarrassedly: "Low-key, low-key." ”

The corners of Yin Moxiao's mouth twitched: "...... Am I complimenting you?"

Who are you looking embarrassed to see?

Damn, how can I have such an audience! Did I lose my conscience in my last life?

Why did you hand him the microphone!

Yin Mo laughs at that called a remorse!

Yin Moxiao was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, looked at the bewildered fans in the audience, and squeezed out an embarrassing but polite smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll change the song." ”

The way of rhythm is in operation again.

A literary atmosphere hooks the heavens and the earth, triggers the vision of the heavens and the earth, and spreads as a sound wave.

Under the flashlight, amid the cheers, Yin Moxiao, who was dressed in a dazzling robe, held the microphone in his hand, and said affectionately with his eyes: "The stars in the sky don't speak, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers......"

Music is healing.

In the beautiful singing, the confusion in Yin Moxiao's heart quickly dissipated, and his confidence in his own rhythm was established again.

Fans also forgot about the unpleasantness just now, and swung their bodies to follow the melody with an intoxicated face, waving the flash stick in their hands.

Everything was so perfect.

It's a big show.

Until...... Yin Moxiao, who had regained his confidence, looked at the window again, and the ordinary Qi cultivator standing at the window.

In his heart, there is a bold idea!