"There is a spiritual master who has placed a ban on his brain!"

Seeing that Yuxia Zhenren's head was bulging and exploding in front of him, Yang Yi was very taken aback, "This should be the supreme master who gave him a spiritual lock, once he touches some forbidden events, his brain will explode!"

Yang Yi looked at the real person of Yuxia who had no head in his hand, and sighed: "Brother, why are you doing this! As a martial arts master, he didn't think about protecting his family and defending the country, but he was involved in the immortal city that killed mankind, and in the end, he still died!"

After searching for this person, there was nothing special except for a jade plate, so he threw it away casually, turned around his horse, and ran towards Dingzhou City. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just a little later in the afternoon, Yang Yi had already returned to Dingzhou City, and after telling Yang Kun what happened on Jinding Mountain, Yang Kun was also shocked, and said: "Since it involves the Immortal City in the north, then this King Wu can't deal with it too much!"

He said to Yang Yi: "It is impossible for there to be only such a criminal as Yuxia Zhenren on this Jinding Mountain, and there should be many of his comrades, but it is estimated that after I fought with Yuxia, these people have almost run away." ”

Yang Yi said with a smile: "How many people are there on Jinding Mountain, the government should register it, and the people who haven't run on the mountain should not be a big problem, but they must also be strictly interrogated." For those who ran away, they were directly wanted by the world, and a high reward was offered, just to see if they could find their accomplices. ”

Yang Kun said: "Yes, just do it!"

After the two brothers had a drink, Yang Yi left Dingzhou City and continued to march south, while Yang Kun gathered people and horses and walked all the way to Jinding Mountain.

Dingzhou covers an area of millions of miles, the territory is vast, it belongs to a relatively large state capital in the Han Dynasty, there are many cities along the way, after Yang Yi unfolded the banner, a group of people were very provoked along the way to fight with him, but there are not many martial arts masters in the world after all, although these warriors are angry at Yang Yi's behavior, there are few people who can really threaten him, but the customs and customs of various places, the number of martial arts roads have their own uniqueness, Yang Yi has gained a lot from this road.

On this day, he missed the lodging and failed to enter the nearby town, Yang Yi found a boulder close to the erection, and just after setting up the tent, he heard the sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute seemed to sound far away on the horizon, and it seemed to whisper in the ear, and the slightest wisp never stopped for a moment.

The sound of the flute is soft and soothing, accompanied by a warm breeze, which makes people listen to it, and a sense of tiredness suddenly rises from the heart, and the whole body is crispy and numb, and I don't want to move lazily.

There were still a few night birds chirping in the trees in the woods, but after the sound of the flute, there were a few soft "plops" and the birds that were chirping fell from the trees.

There was a small bird that fell from Yang Yi's side, and before it landed, it was taken into Yang Yi's hand, and if you look closely, this little bird's chest is slightly undulating, and its eyes are closed, but it is not dead, but it is asleep.

Yang Yi secretly exclaimed, used the Confucian mind to guard his mind tightly, and silently sensed the location of the person who was blowing the flute, and sensed it for a long time, but he never found the location of the person who was blowing the flute.

"This is a master!"

Yang Yi's spirits were greatly lifted, and he suddenly let out a long roar, "Who is here?"

After Yang Yi's long roar, the nearby woods and the weeds on the ground were as if they were blown by a strong wind, and they shook in unison, and the fallen leaves and broken branches fell to the ground, which was very powerful.

But no matter how powerful Yang Yi's whistling sound is, it has no effect on the person who blows the flute, and the flute sound in the ears has never fluctuated at all, it is still soft and soft, soothing and gentle. Like a fresh breeze on the face, like the warm winter sun, this flute sound is like a stream of warm water, washing back and forth in the listener's body, washing you all over the body, and the 108,000 pores of your body are full of lazy emotions.

There was wind in the woods, but now the breeze gradually stopped, the shaking trees no longer swayed, the weeds on the ground no longer undulated, and everything was still.

"It can affect foreign objects with the sound of a flute!"

Yang Yi was full of anger, "Master of Rhythm, are you the master of the Demon Sound Sect or the Master of the Qingyin Sect?"

As far as Yang Yi knows, there are two sects in the world that are good at manipulating music and rhythm, one is the Qingyin Gate of the Lejia, and the other is the Demon Sound Gate of the Demon Gate, and the disciples of these two sects can confuse people with their music the most.

Among them, the Qingyin Gate is okay, although the way of music and rhythm is extremely good, but it doesn't hurt many people, and the most is to specialize in music and rhythm, compose lyrics and music, and rarely participate in the vendetta of the rivers and lakes.

Different from the Qingyin Gate, the music and rhythm of the Demon Sound Gate is mainly used in the vendetta of the rivers and lakes, and is best at controlling people with the sound of the law, once in the most rampant era of the Demon Gate, the scourge of many children of the rivers and lakes, although it has been somewhat reined in, but after all, the previous means are still there, and the people in the door are still fighting with people, or the music is the main thing, and it can often receive miraculous results.

With Yang Yi's current realm of martial arts masters, it is impossible for the disciples of Qingyin Sect and Demon Yin Sect to pose much of a threat to him, and only martial arts masters who are equal to his realm, or higher than his realm, can become his opponents.

And now the flute blower has a wisp of flute sound in his ears, which makes Yang Yi feel unbearable, this kind of method is only available to the qin yin and the master of the magic sound gate, so Yang Yi asked whether the person who came was the master of the Qingyin door or the master of the magic sound door.

The sound of the flute continued to sound, and gradually leaves began to fall in the woods, and the wild grass on the ground slowly stood upright like javelins, and the grass heads were all aimed at Yang Yi.

The murderous spirit is rising.

The originally soft sound of the flute gradually became cold, and it changed from a wisp of spring just now to an autumn slaughter, striding towards the harsh winter.

Xiao Yin suddenly raised up, and after a sharp long roar, the fallen leaves floating in the air suddenly stretched out, shooting towards Yang Yi like a sword.

At the same time, the weeds under his feet also rose from the ground and shot towards Yang Yi.

"Good!"

Yang Yi looked up to the sky and laughed, "This is the music and rhythm everyone!"

Raise your feet and stomp in laughter.

"Boom!"

The earth cracked, and a stream of air rushed out, scattering the weeds that shot at him from the ground and falling to the ground, and at the same time, the flying leaves were also blocked by this air current, deviating from the original target, bypassing Yang Yi, and flying towards the nearby trees.

After a few slight sounds, a bunch of leaves passed through the branches of the large trees, and the "tuk tuk" was inserted on top of several other large trees.

At this time, Xiao Yin was even more anxious, and the boulder behind Yang Yi began to shake, and with a sudden shock, several pieces of gravel flew out of the boulder and smashed towards Yang Yi in the air.

"Finally found your place!"

A few pieces of gravel on this boulder were obviously cut down by the sound knife of the sound of the flute, and the music can play tricks, but the movement of the sound knife breaking through the air cannot be concealed from Yang Yi's perception, when the sound knife slashed the boulder, Yang Yi had already identified the location of the person who was blowing the flute.

After avoiding the flying stones, Yang Yi roared, stretched out his palms and waisted to pull up the boulder behind him suddenly, and the earth splashed everywhere, and the boulder had been lifted over Yang Yi's head.

Yang Yi's divine power at this time was amazing, although this boulder was big, it could also be easily lifted, and his arms flew hard, and the boulder made a sound of breaking through the air, and the meteor smashed into the distance.

"Receiver!"

(To be continued.) )