The son once said: Climb the East Mountain and Xiaolu, climb Mount Tai and the small world.

The small one is not Luzhou, nor the world, but if a person stands tall enough, then the intrigues and tricks of the past, all kinds of obstacles, will no longer be able to confuse your eyes.

As soon as Jiang Feng was like this, he shouted three times in a row, but he didn't see the slightest change in the peach blossom forest in front of him. At that moment, he did not wait any longer, and with a little step, the whole person had already risen into the air, jumped up to the treetops, and walked along the tops of the trees.

However, Jiang Feng had just traveled a distance of only a few tens of zhang, and he saw that in the peach blossom forest, there were suddenly sharp arrows flying out.

The sharp arrow was hidden in the peach wood, and it was only at the moment when Jiang Feng's figure passed by that it suddenly broke out. In a small space of eight feet square, in an instant, there were already nearly twenty sharp arrows attacking the river wind.

At this moment, seeing that the figure around Jiang Feng did not change in the slightest, when the sharp arrow hit Jiang Feng's side less than half a foot, it was as if he had encountered invisible sword qi one by one. After the sound of ping-pong clashing, only the mess on the ground and countless sharp arrows broken in two were left behind.

Compared with ordinary innate masters, a big difference between the masters of the artistic conception level and the ordinary innate masters lies here.

The artistic conception is indescribable, the way is unclear, but it can be dissolved in the internal strength of the body, and while urging the artistic conception, you can use the artistic conception to run the internal strength and transform the true qi from the body. For example, at this time, Jiang Feng urged his internal strength with sword intent, and he conjured up countless sword qi and destroyed the attacking sharp arrows one by one.

The sharp arrow failed to make a meritorious blow, and after that, Jiang Feng formed dozens of zhang, but there was no sharp arrow attack.

But Huang Yaoshi, who was in the distance, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then said: "If you have some skills, this kid can listen to my song." ”

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng clapped his hands, and a maid walked forward holding an iron kite. Ouyang Feng plucked the strings of the zither a few times, and let out a few killings of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and then said with a smile: "Brother Yao, come, come, let's play a song together." ”

Seeing this, the Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly and put the jade flute to his lips.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng shouted: "Everyone plugged their ears, Huangdao and I mainly played music." ”

The people who came with him knew that this was not trivial, and when they appeared, their faces were frightened, and they tore their clothes, first tightly stuffed them in their ears, and then tightly packed them on their heads, for fear of leaking a little sound into their ears. Even Ouyang Ke was busy plugging his ears with cotton.

That Huang Rong put away the water sword at this time, and seemed to be very angry and said: "My father gave you a, what a face he gave you, and you actually plugged your ears, which is too rude." Come to Peach Blossom Island as a guest, dare to insult the host!"

Huang Yaoshi said: "This is not rude. He didn't dare to listen to my flute, but he knew it. Ha ha. Your uncle's kite skills are wonderful, how capable do you dare to listen to it? Is that an easy way to try?"

With that, he took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom and tore it in half, covering her ears.

At this time, the Huang Yaoshi turned sideways to Ouyang Feng and said, "Your snake can't cover its ears. ”

Ouyang Feng didn't speak, but just turned his head and gestured to the mute old servant beside him, the old servant nodded, waved his hand to the head of the snake exorcist man, and asked him to lead his subordinates to avoid. Those people were eager to slip away, and when they saw Ouyang Feng nodding their heads, they hurriedly drove away the snakes, and retreated far away with the path pointed out by the mute old servant.

Seeing that the group of snakes was far away, Ouyang Feng was the first to speak: "Brother is ugly, brother Yao, please." After that, he sat cross-legged on a boulder, closed his eyes for a moment, and his right hand moved with a sonorous sound. Qin Zheng's tone was already sour and agitated, and his voice in the Western Regions was even more poignant.

I only heard the sound of the zither getting urgent, and then it was like the sound of golden drums and the galloping of thousands of horses, and the soft rhyme in the ground was fine, and the sound of a wisp of flute was faintly mixed into the sound of the zither.

Although the sound of the iron kite is loud, it can never hide the sound of the flute, and the sound is very strange. The iron kite is like the cry of the Wuxia ape, the midnight ghost crying, and the jade flute is just like the Kungang phoenix, whispering in the depths. One is extremely tragic and poignant, and the other is soft and charming. This is high and the other is low, and the other is advancing and retreating, and they are not inferior to each other.

At this time, as soon as Jiang Fengfang heard the sound of the qin flute rolling in, he felt that with the sound of the qin flute, there were waves of invisible qi that were rigid or soft, rapid or slow, high or low. Although it is not a fight on top of direct blade moves, the danger is even more three-point.

After all, in a kung fu competition like this kind of sonic wave, once they fight, the minds of both sides are mixed up and it is difficult to distinguish from each other. The change of its rigidity and softness, just like the way of martial arts, is a little careless, and is taken advantage of by the other party.

"It's a bit interesting!"

At this time, Jiang Feng only regarded the sound of the qin flute as if it was a small song in the teahouse, and listened to it in his ears, only as an ensemble with a long and changeable tune. The feet were pointed out again and again, and after a while, they looked for the sound of the piano and flute to the "Jicui Pavilion".

Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng saw Jiang Feng's figure appear from a distance, and their hearts sank, and a trace of flush surged up their cheeks. The iron kite and jade flute in the hands of the two of them raised a few tones in vain, and waves of sound waves continued to surge towards the river wind.

At this time, Jiang Feng pointed one foot at the end of the bamboo, and his whole body shook with the bamboo, as if there was no weight.

As the sound of the piano flute of Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng rose about high, the rhythm of Jiang Feng's figure fluctuating up and down did not change at all.

"Brother Jiang!"

Although Huang Rong's ears were plugged, a pair of eyes did not hinder in the slightest, and when she saw Jiang Feng's familiar face at this time, she immediately shouted at Jiang Feng with great joy. It's a pity that under the drown of Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's qin flute, it was not able to reach Jiang Feng's ears at all.

It's just that Jiang Feng didn't need to listen to it at this time, just the moment he saw Huang Rong, Jiang Feng already knew what Huang Rong wanted to say.

Giving Huang Rong a reassuring look, as Huang Rong gradually settled down on her mind, Jiang Feng's gaze had fallen on Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng again.

At this time, although the sound of the two of them is higher than one wave, it cannot last long, and there must be a shortage of profits. At this time, the internal force of the two of them disappeared like flowing water with the crazy urging of the sound of the qin flute. If you can't defeat Jiang Feng before the internal force is exhausted, I'm afraid that under the traction of the qi machine, the internal strength that originally hurt people will instead eat itself.

At this time, Ouyang Ke saw the eyebrows between Huang Rong and Jiang Feng, and somehow, a nameless fire gushed out in his heart, and he actually jumped up, used a folding fan as a pen, and went towards Jiang Feng. (To be continued.) )