At the beginning, like a wanderer, he sighed, raised his glass to the bright moon, and turned into three people.

Later, like a resentful woman in the boudoir, people are thinner than yellow flowers, and a line of teardrops is dripping.

The sound of the flute is like a throat, like crying and complaining, as if someone is sad and sad on the bank of the river. and like the north wind howling, shedding tears when leaving people.

I was across a pond, and I felt a sense of pressure.

I was worried about Jiang Ziyi, but when I looked at her, I saw that there was nothing abnormal about her, so I put down the stone in my heart.

Several people opposite Xiao Sheng also felt the pressure, and they all sat on the ground, struggling to resist Xiao Sheng's magic sound.

Fortunately, Xiao Sheng's flute sound was directional, Xiao Sheng urged the sound of Xiao Sheng, as if there was a cloud of mist, and went straight to Huang Lao and a few people.

The few men with torches in their hands were also unusual, they were all a little shaky, they were forced to plug their ears with things, and they unconsciously flashed to the sides, and even then they were infected by the sound of the flute, and one by one they burst into tears.

Xiao Sheng also didn't want to attack the person who carried the torch, first, to be distracted, and second, to lose the torch, it was not good for him, so these guys could barely maintain the status quo.

Huang Lao, they felt different, they were facing the cusp of the flute, and they felt that wave after wave of invisible monstrous waves were rushing towards them layer after layer.

These people are like reefs in the rapids by the sea, under tremendous pressure, stubbornly resisting Xiao Sheng's sound waves.

A cyclone formed around Huang Lao, and the sound weakened and disappeared in the cyclone.

Huang Lao is more like a fish struggling in a net, rushing left and right, but the invisible net wraps him, and he can't shake it off or shake it off. Occasionally, I was angry and went back immediately, as if I hadn't done my best.

Several other people also rose from the smoke around them, fighting against the rhythm.

I gasped and said in my heart: "It's amazing, it turns out that Xiao Sheng's voice has two effects, one is to disturb the enemy's mind with the rhythm of the sound, and the other is to attack the enemy's body with qi. ”

On the surface, Xiao Sheng is fighting more with less, but in fact, the true qi of Huang Lao and the others did not fuse together, and they fought for themselves, so Xiao Sheng took advantage.

Huang Ling'er and Xiao Yu stood side by side behind Xiao Sheng, looking at Huang Lao and them nervously. Just when Xiao Yin started, she pulled Xiao Yu aside, she took advantage of the lack of attention, took a step back, jumped on the eaves with Xiao Yu, and then flew away without stopping.

The big man with the torch is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he is too busy to take care of himself, how can he have the heart to pay attention to Huang Ling'er again.

Huang Lao and the others used their true qi to resist Xiao Yin, and they had no time to be distracted.

I also can't make up my mind, whether to follow what the warning note says, and take the opportunity to leave with Jiang Ziyi.

Just as I was pondering, a sneer suddenly sounded in the air.

Someone said in mid-air: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing." The famous Xiao Sheng is nothing more than that. ”

I looked in the direction of the voice, with all my eyes, and my eyes were like torches, and I just looked at the silhouette of the person.

It turned out that the man was dressed in black, flying above the roof, and the light of the torch below could not shine on him, and it was really not easy to see in the night.

I could vaguely see a drum hanging in front of him, thicker than his waist.

The man said leisurely: "Xiao Yubiao, it's not interesting for you to play alone, I'll play a song with you." ”

Xiao Sheng moved slightly, his brows seemed to be furrowed, he didn't speak, and continued to concentrate on blowing his hole flute.

"Knock...... Knock knock knock...... Boom. The man used his hand as a hammer and struck him up and down.

I noticed that his drums were not on the score, but were in the middle of the sound of the Xiao Sheng, so as to disrupt the rhythm of the Xiao Sheng.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Xiao Sheng's forehead.

The sound of the man's drum was chaotic, like a hammer, smashing on the clear stream, and the sound of the flute was scattered like droplets of water.

However, the sound of the flute never stopped, like a trickle, flowing down from a high place, stubbornly fighting against the dry drums.

I secretly said that something was wrong, and under the infection of the man's drums, I felt that my true qi was rushing left and right, as if I was about to jump out of my body.

I suddenly wondered who this person was? Could it be the same name as Xiao Sheng? If it was really him, it would not be good.

Since this person can be ranked among the four saints, he must be on a par.

I glanced at Jiang Ziyi again, and saw that her expression was focused, not affected by the sound of flutes and drums in the slightest.

Jiang Ziyi's identity became more and more mysterious, who was she? Unexpectedly, she was not moved by the sound of the flute and drum.

Huang Lao's pressure dropped sharply, and several strands of true qi gradually expanded, and they began to counterattack.

At first, the drum beat disrupted the rhythm of the flute, and later, the drum beat changed, and it was as rapid as a storm, presumably to drown out the flute.

The sound of the flute suddenly turned, no longer gentle and soft, making a sharp sound, the sound turned higher and higher, as if the flute pipe was about to burst. The sound was almost at its limit, it didn't look like the sound of a flute anymore.

The sound of flutes and drums clashed fiercely in the air.

Sometimes the sound of the flute suppresses the sound of the drums, and sometimes the sound of the drums prevails......

Huang Lao's several true qi were reduced to supporting roles, and they took the opportunity to jump out of the voice circle and surround Xiao Sheng in the middle, watching from the wall while being vigilant.

I carefully distinguished, or the drum beat was slightly dominant - it is no wonder that Xiao Sheng has not recovered from his illness for a long time, and the fight with Huang Lao will inevitably consume some internal strength. And the pill I gave him only improved his function for a short time, and it was difficult to last.

I think Fu Xiaosheng is going to suffer, and I want to help him, even if the strong enemy looks around, I can't take care of it, the only thing I am worried about is my own strength, I am afraid that the moth will fight the fire, and the praying mantis will block the car. I was also worried that Jiang Ziyi would be involved, so I was still a little worried.

I secretly deducted a few coins to prevent Xiao Sheng's accidents, and prepared to attack everyone in the field.

Seriously, I'm a little nervous.

Jiang Ziyi didn't move at all as if she was fine.

Just as I was thinking about it, the scene changed.

Now the sound of the flute has been completely suppressed. Xiao Sheng was sweating profusely, and the steam was rising.

Xiao Sheng is already at the end of his crossbow - after all, he is injured, and it is a pill that forcibly boosts him, and his strength will never last.

Xiao Sheng's green qi was surrounded by a layer of black qi, and the black qi squeezed the green qi, and the green qi went up and down. Although Qingqi was suppressed, it was also shrunk bit by bit, and it couldn't win quickly for a while.

Huang Lao and the people below cheered, celebrating the impending victory.

I just noticed that Huang Lao didn't seem to be so happy, and the cheers were also absent-minded, as if he was preoccupied.

My heart moved, thinking of the conversation between Huang Lao and me in the garden, could it be......

I don't want to think about it, I just hope that Xiao Sheng can survive this hurdle.

I was secretly anxious, and I couldn't do anything for a while.

At this moment, there was a sudden throbbing in his mind, and the fox fairy actually broke through at this moment.

The fox fairy said to me: "Xiao Sheng is in danger, it seems that the old man is out of the customs at the right time, hey, I am fighting for my life, and I am also going to fight." ”

I caught a life-saving straw, and said to the fox fairy with my mind: "I am counting on you in this battle, and I have to save Xiao Sheng." ”

The fox fairy said, "I'll give you this old bone, hey!"

Just as I was talking to the fox fairy, a cool breath swished out of my back, like a mysterious force emanating from behind me. I couldn't help but look up, and the white clouds slowly gathered in the air, gradually condensing into a translucent human form.

The human form is the appearance of an old man, with crane hair and a slightly hunched back. He floated to the sky between the Xiao Sheng and the Drum Sheng.

Naturally, everyone below also discovered the fox fairy, and scolded loudly: "What kind of person?

The fox fairy laughed and said, "What are you impatient? It's the first time I've heard someone say that to me. I was just passing by here, and the broken drums here were so harsh that I couldn't listen to them, and I didn't like them, so I went around. ”

Someone shouted below: "Nonsense, I think you are just trying to find fault." Hurry up and get me down. ”

The fox fairy said: "You get a ladder, and I will go down naturally." ”

Xiao Sheng looked sideways slightly, but the sound of Xiao could not be stopped.

The drum saint was unmoved, and stepped up his drums, wanting to take down the flute saint in one fell swoop.

I don't know who it was, but a few hidden arrows suddenly shot at various places of the fox fairy.

A few of the first hidden arrows actually penetrated the fox fairy's body and flew into the long night. A sleeve arrow hit the fox fairy's foot, and the fox fairy suddenly shouted: "Ouch, it's not good, the old and rotten feet haven't walked for a long time, and they are rotten, and they can't be shot." ”

After speaking, as if he had been hit by an arrow, he stumbled and fell head-down.

The people below saw that he was so poor, and shouted "good" in unison.

But I knew that it was deliberately caused by the fox fairy. Just as everyone shouted, the fox fairy stretched out his hands above his head and pressed directly on the black net of the drum saint.

In an instant, the light shone.

The black qi of the Drum Saint was like a lightning strike, and it quickly dispersed in all directions.

Xiao Sheng's green qi was instantly filled, and the entire front of the house was shrouded in green qi. But Qingqi is not as fierce as just now, and there is a sense of peace.

The drum saint stopped beating the drum, opened his eyes wide, and said angrily to the fox fairy: "Ah, who are you who are the masters, and you are bad for me?"