Huang Yaoshi's green clothes are fluttering, standing in the wind, looking indescribably chic**.

Ethereal, a flute sound, like the sound of heaven, full of ethereal.

It is his proud mastery of "Blue Sea Tide Song".

Since Huashan returned from the feathers, Huang Yaoshi has learned from the pain, worked hard to study, and has made great progress in various skills.

Among them, the Blue Sea Tide Song has made the greatest progress, vowing to defeat the sound of the iron kite of Ouyang Feng, the West Poison.

In Huang Yaoshi's opinion, Ouyang Feng's sound of the kite only knows how to kill, and completely abandons the beauty of music, which is simply insulting.

Inferior, absolutely inferior, not advisable.

The sound of the flute is like the tide of the blue sea, constantly diffusing outward, quite like the sea and the sky.

Zhou Botong and Hong Jin, through the layers of peach blossoms, seem to see the vast East China Sea, see the sparkling, a magnificent scene.

Their faces couldn't help but smile, and their emotions were dyed by the sound of Huang Yaoshi's flute.

The sound of the flute changes twice.

Suddenly, an undercurrent swelled up, and above the calm East China Sea, waves suddenly rose, unfolding little by little, and gradually becoming a trend.

"Good tunes, good tunes. ”

Hong Jin admired in his heart, he really deserved to be a grandmaster-level figure, this kind of flute sound hit the depths of people's hearts.

Turning to look at Zhou Botong, I saw that he was bending over, puffing out his cheeks, blowing towards the burning incense not far away, with amazing internal strength and sneering.

I have to say that Zhou Botong's method is still quite effective, and the speed of the incense is almost half as fast as the ignition of the incense.

Hong Jin smiled.

His mind was completely immersed in the sound of Huang Yaoshi's flute, as if he saw the east coast, on Peach Blossom Island, peach blossoms flying, and smoke and willows fluttering.

The scenery is beautiful, clear, and bleak.

Unconsciously, Hong Jin's face was at a loss, he thought of his duckweed-like life experience, and thought of the unpredictable years of life, and his heart was full of emotion.

The sound of the flute changes three times.

Like the waves of the sea, gradually becoming turbulent, with the momentum of the waves crashing on the shore, Hong Jin sat on one side, as if he heard the sound of rushing water.

"The wind is blowing. ”

Hong Jin muttered, in fact, no matter how the wind rises, it is all his illusion, and even his body involuntarily shrinks, as if he is overwhelmed by the cold.

The peach blossoms are ruined, and the red pieces are falling.

Hong Jin's heart became more and more sad, making him feel dizzy and about to cry.

When he was about to indulge, Hong Jin suddenly woke up and saw that Zhou Botong's situation was similar to him.

The sound of the flute changed four times.

The sky, which was originally as blue as a scan, suddenly became dark, and the black clouds were getting lower and lower, gradually covering the sky and the sun, and the momentum was compelling.

Unwilling to give in, the sea set off angry waves, and the waves were connected together, as if they were mountains in the water.

Wow!

The water waves gather and disperse, scatter and gather, the weather is thousands, and it changes as much as possible, and the sound of the flute is also an exhaustive change.

The power of heaven and earth makes people feel shocked unconsciously.

Zhou Botong's face was at a loss, he completely forgot about the victory or defeat, forgot to blow the pillar of incense, and there seemed to be a wave rolling in his heart, which made him involuntarily use his internal strength to resist.

The sound of the flute changes five times.

Boom! Boom!

I faintly heard the sound of wind and thunder.

The sound of the flute drives the sound of the wind, and the sound of the wind drives the waves, and the waves like mountain peaks keep rolling in this virtual world.

Hong Jin only felt that the hot blood in his heart was suddenly pumped out, and the skin of his whole body was red and boiling.

The heart is surging.

The absolute heart is surging, and I can't suppress it if I want to, so I can only follow the rhythm of the flute, otherwise, it will be ruthlessly destroyed.

The wind and clouds gather.

There was a tsunami in the heavens and the earth, and the piercing screams kept ringing, getting heavier and heavier, making people's ear drums buzz.

Unconsciously, Hong Jin's body began to tremble.

At this moment, Hong Jin is too late, observing Zhou Botong's movements, thinking about his situation, it is not much better.

Hong Jin could only use his internal strength to resist, and before he knew it, the strength in his body had spread all over his body.

Huang Yaoshi's face was still calm, but in the depths of his pupils, there was a faint hint of anxiety.

Zhou Botong has deep internal strength and a naughty childlike heart, and he can withstand it, he is not too strange.

Hong Jin is obviously just an amazing external force, and he can withstand it, which makes him feel more or less unhappy in his heart.

The sound of the flute changes six times.

The heavens and the earth are terrified, and the ghosts and gods are crying.

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are surging like anger, and there are countless huge devils between heaven and earth, which sometimes turn into waves, constantly dancing in people's hearts, and doing everything they can to intimidate.

Like a group of demons making waves.

The tide rises and the earth are shocked, and the tide falls and the ghosts and gods cry for it.

Zhou Botong's face was suddenly filled with a violent look, and he kept turning around in the circle.

Zhou Botong's eyes were blood-red, flashing with a strange light, his divine sense wanted to resist, but his body didn't listen to the command.

The sound of the flute changes seven times.

There was a murderous aura between heaven and earth, like a cold winter, coming to the world in advance.

Patches of waves have turned into icebergs, and the heavens and the earth are bitterly cold, wanting to freeze everything in the world.

Zhou Botong's body trembled violently, and he turned in circles step by step, his footwork was quite mechanical and full of weirdness.

Fortunately, Zhou Botong still firmly followed a bottom line, never stepped out of the circle, and only circled around the line.

Hong Jin used the Nine Yin True Qi to absorb the chill between heaven and earth, and his expression was much calmer.

Seeing that a pillar of incense was left, only a short section was left, Huang Yaoshi's face changed greatly, and during the playing, he was unconsciously mixed with internal forces.

The sound of the flute changes.

The icebergs collapsed violently, and the instantaneous changes made people's hearts full of shock.

Hong Jin was urging the Nine Yin True Qi, only to feel that the qi and blood were surging, and he almost vomited blood in the retrograde, and hurriedly changed with it.

When he was transferred back to Jiuyang True Qi, Hong Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and he was finally able to calm his mind and observe everything in front of him.

The whole sea, as if boiling, was constantly snorting and steaming hot, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"Ahh

Zhou Botong screamed, like burning his buttocks, and swooped out of the circle.

As soon as he escaped from the circle, Zhou Botong immediately woke up, his body fluttered, and he rushed back like lightning.

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly and blew out the ninth change of the blue sea tide song.

The whole sea returned to calm, turning into a magnificent scene, and the sky returned to blue.

One by one, the rhythm of the sound, as if condensed into substance, stabbed towards Hong Jin like a sharp arrow.

Hong Jin was just about to relax, but suddenly felt a burst of danger coming, and hurriedly raised his hands, a tangible and invisible aura, blocking in front of him.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, Hong Jin's body staggered back and almost fell.

Hong Jin showed a wry smile in his heart, he knew that Huang Yaoshi was arrogant, and he was afraid that he would not be able to lose face, so he deliberately took a step back.

A pillar of incense burns out.

Huang Yaoshi's face showed a hint of a smile, he slowly stopped playing and said with a smile: "Old naughty boy, you lost." ”

"I'm still in the circle......" Zhou Botong glared and wanted to play a scoundrel, but seeing Huang Yaoshi's cold eyes, he had to say helplessly: "If you lose, you lose, what's the matter?"

"It's amazing, it's a great blue sea tide song. This song should only exist in the sky, and there can be a few times in the world. It is really worth this life to listen to the Huangdao Lord play a song......"

Hong Jin sighed heartily.

"I listen to this song in general, but it's easy to hallucinate......" Zhou Botong pursed his lips, looking unconvinced.

Zhou Botong took out the next volume of scriptures and handed it to Feng Yu with a nervous face, he was afraid that Huang Yaoshi would snatch it.

"With the three of us here, or on Peach Blossom Island, who can snatch your scriptures? Huang Yaoshi served wine to his guests, smiling all over his face.

Zhou Botong stared at Feng Yu tightly while drinking, afraid that she would suddenly disappear.

Feng Yu was dressed as a lady, like a woman who came out of the picture, holding the Nine Yin Sutra, looking at it slowly, dignified and elegant.

Hong Jin tasted the pale red peach blossom wine, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was drunk but not drunk, waiting to watch the play.

Little by little, time passed.

Zhou Botong was very impatient, and wanted to get up and urge several times, but was stopped by Huang Yaoshi.

The sky gradually turned west, and the sunset shone on Feng Yu, making her posture like a fairy and picturesque.

"Old urchin, you've been fooled. Feng Yu had a shallow smile, just like the peach blossoms blooming beside her.

Zhou Botong had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and when he heard this, he slammed the wine glass on the table, and shouted loudly: "Okay, Huang Yaoshi, you dare to yin me?"

"Wrong, wrong. Old naughty boy, it's not us yin you, it's this Nine Yin True Scripture, which has long been transferred by Ouyang Feng. This book of yours is just an ordinary martial arts classic in our Jiangnan......"

Feng Yu's expression was particularly gentle, and his smile was like a crescent moon between his eyebrows, which was extremely charming.

"Nonsense. This is obviously the Nine Yin True Scripture. Look at the four big characters written on this cover, nine, yin, true, classic, hey, you can't know the words, right?......"

Zhou Botong said angrily.

No wonder Zhou Botong was angry, this book of the Nine Yin True Scripture has never left since Wang Chongyang handed it over to him, how could it be transferred by Ouyang Feng.

"You can open this Nine Yin True Scripture and turn any page to test me. Otherwise, I'll tell you from the beginning. The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than loss, so the void is better than the real, and the lack is better than the ......"

Feng Yu memorized it from the beginning, her tone was smooth, without the slightest pause, as if she had read it thousands of times, and she memorized it well.

Hong Jin stood aside, only stunned, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that there would be such a smart woman in the world.

After a while, Zhou Botong was completely dumbfounded, it turned out that the things he had worked so hard to protect were worthless.

"Since it's such a big road goods, what do I want you for?"

Zhou Botong was annoyed, picked up the Nine Yin True Scripture, and wanted to tear it apart.

"Give it to me, it's a souvenir. ”

Hong Jin's body flashed in front of Zhou Botong, and he snatched the Nine Yin True Scripture with his hand, and his movements were incredibly fast.

"I'm going to the Western Regions to find Ouyang Feng and regain the true Nine Yin True Scripture. ”

Zhou Bo said puffingly.

Recalling everything that happened in Tiezhang Mountain, Zhou Botong couldn't help but feel remorseful, could it be that the false scripture he threw to Ouyang Feng was the Nine Yin True Scripture.

The development of the world is really unpredictable.

"Okay, send Brother Zhou out of Peach Blossom Island. ”

Huang Yaoshi clapped his hands, and immediately a dumb servant came and led the way ahead.

Zhou Botong followed him with anger on his face.

Hong Jin's heart suddenly felt a little unbearable, he opened his mouth to call, but unfortunately Zhou Botong had gone far.