"You can see that, and it's worth commendating. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The old man said slowly: "That flower bell sound matching, shouldn't it be taken by Feng Gaoge itself...... Of course, the connection and adaptation between the two are tacit understanding, but there should be a gap, which makes Feng Gaoge and Hualing unable to truly blend. ”

The nun in front of her was gritting her teeth at this time, and kept shouting: "Up, up, when will you be able to defeat that guy with such a weak play." ”

The companion couldn't help but ask, "Don't you like this to be so good-looking?"

The nun stared at her and said casually: "Then you have to defeat Xiao Yu first...... What's more, Feng Gaoge didn't use all his strength at all, did he want to hide that most beautiful moment......"

The black-faced old man said at this time: "At the moment of attacking and defending, Feng Gaoge obviously can't win, and if he doesn't use his true skills, once Xiao Yu counterattacks, ......"

Feng Gaoge also found that he couldn't take advantage of this attack at all.

He stepped back sharply, his hands paused, no longer trembling the flower bell, raised his arms, covered his eyes, and the sound element was moved, ready to go.

The female figure beside Xiao Yu quieted down with the bell, and no longer attacked, floating between the two, the phantom was faint.

"Here ......

The black-faced old man said softly.

Feng Gaoge suddenly raised his head and shook the flower bell.

"Bell bell bell ......"

Flower.

The sky is falling.

The short-dressed female figure raised her head at the same time, her fair-skinned jade legs took a step, stepped on the flowers, and walked into the air.

"Uhhh

Feng Gaoge shook his sleeves and danced lightly around the place where the flowers fell.

One up and one down, one man and one woman, synchronous man dance.

"...... Uproar"

The whirlwind rose, and the petals turned into afterimages and rolled towards Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu didn't move, his hands and feet were firmly trapped by the rattan born from nothingness.

"Puff puff ......"

The sleeves of his body, the petals that were rolled wildly, cut out countless thin cuts.

"It's so beautiful!"

The nun indulged again, and sighed faintly: "Desolate plum blossom dance, weeping and remembering the old qing...... I don't know what kind of bosom friend I have met in this high song......"

On the ring, there are plum blossoms in full bloom everywhere, swaying everywhere, pieces of rouge.

The sound of the flower bell is faint, as if there are birds chirping, and the sound is like crying.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The wind subsided, but the flowers danced.

The petals that had been transformed into sound elements seemed to be light and weak, and when they hit the giant sword beside Xiao Yu, they actually made a crisp sound of gold and stone clashing, and as time passed, it became heavier and heavier.

This convergence of power is far better than Feng Gaoge himself or the female shadow.

Feng Gaoge was tall, but he was doing a fluttering and twisting posture, which should have looked funny, however, for some reason, the crying sound came out of the ring, turning into an inexplicable singing, reverberating faintly, making all the viewers slowly quiet, not happy, but faintly sad.

"Okay!"

"Beautiful!"

"Singing and dancing are beautiful. ”

“......”

The audience talked a lot and expressed their feelings.

On the judging stage, there was a shock.

"This Feng Gao Ge, I have performed stunts before, but I have never seen such a skill......"

The friar almost fell for the occasion, muttering to herself, not participating in the exclamation of her companions.

The people around him are all speculating: "It seems that this Feng Gaoge broke out in battle, I am afraid that he has touched the edge of promotion, and after time, he will definitely be promoted!"

Seeing Xiao Yu on the stage, almost submerged by the petals, there was no movement at all, and he was actually suppressed, many monks were surprised and embarrassed.

The black-faced old man turned his head and said to the disciples on the side: "Feng Gao's singing of this flower bell sound method is a must, in addition to shaking the soul, it can also transform the trapped and killed...... It's just that it shouldn't have been so powerful. Look at this couple's dance, poignant and lingering, I'm afraid, there is a mystery in it......"

"So, this battle should be won by Feng Gaoge?" asked a disciple.

"Not really. The black-faced old man shook his head and said, "If such a sound method is performed, it will inevitably consume the sound element violently, purely in exchange for the advantage of cultivation, it cannot last, if Xiao Yu can stalemate with it for three games, the outcome is not yet known." ”

The upstairs spectators, who supported Xiao Yu's side, all clenched their fists tightly and were nervous.

Bei Zhu'er's face also changed, she stood up and looked at the ring: "How could this high song suddenly break out? If it goes on like this, will the junior brother stumble?"

But no one could have imagined that Xiao Yu, who was in the sea of flowers, was completely different from what others did, how he was trapped under pressure.

On the contrary, he was as calm as water, and even began to search for the source of the sound against the sound, and leisurely explored the connotation of the sound......

"Flower Bell ......"

It's a sense of meaning, not a dubbing, but more like a name—a woman's name.

I see......

Xiao Yu opened his eyes, his eyes were as deep as a pool.

"Feng Gaoge is obviously fighting hard with me, and he doesn't hesitate to tear up the pain at the bottom of his heart...... He gave up the rest of the fight?"

He groped for the hilt of the giant sword, and the giant sword, which had been hit wildly by the petals and kept making faint alarms, slowly regained its composure.

“...... Sword, sword, you have just gotten a pregnant sound, don't be upset...... A momentary dispute is difficult to exhaust the sound. ”

Xiao Yu began to move, but with a shake, Hua Teng couldn't tie his hands and feet anymore.

He walked gently through the rain of flowers.

Feng Gaoge suddenly shuddered and turned his head to look at this side.

Xiao Yu's gaze passed through the gap of that moment and looked directly into his eyes.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The bell sound rose again, making Feng Gaoge wake up and come back to his senses.

With his left hand, he stretched out his left hand, and he had already grabbed the flower bell that flashed out again, and with the other hand, he swiped in the air, making another flower bell fly around the female figure in the air, turning into a halo.

The audience saw Xiao Yu make a move, and shouted again.

The nun frowned again, and couldn't help but coquettishly: "Do you want to destroy such a beautiful scenery again?"

Xiao Yu is as calm as a rock, walking through the wind and rain, even if his clothes are occasionally wet, he still will not shake him a bit.

The giant sword dragged behind him, while writing light marks on the ground, whispered faintly, as if he was calmed by the master's calmness.

Feng Gao's ringing was a little messy.

His heart is also difficult to be at peace.

"Xiao Yu...... What are you going to do? Why is he so composed, doesn't he fight back?"

A disciple asked the black-faced old man: "Master, this person has obviously broken free, why do you ...... Still procrastinating?"

"I don't know. The black-faced old man shook his head, his expression a little solemn, "I can't understand him either." This Xiao Yu ......"

"Stop!"

When the time came, Zhongzheng immediately called the sound array and paused the sound method in the sky.

"In the first game, Feng Gao won the song. ”

The fans who sang loudly cheered.

Xiao Yu smiled faintly, and didn't seem to feel depressed at all because of this loss.

The friar waved her pink fist and swiped lightly in the air, and a joyful sound rang out.

"Feng Gaoge, this is a pleasing and perfect battle. You're doing really well!" she smiled sincerely, "I'm excited to learn that kind of flower dance music method...... I just don't know why, listening to the sound of this flower bell, I will feel a little melancholy. ”

"The voice of the monk, for the voice of the heart, I am afraid, this is also a sad story......"