Supreme Medicinal God

Looking at the burly Ge Ming like a hill, Zhou Taiyin's thin face showed a strange smile: "Brother Ge Ming, hello, the younger brother is called Zhou Taiyin."

Ge Ming answered indifferently: "I don't know you."

Zhou Taiyin stretched out his slender and thin fingers, fingers like orchids, and gently stroked the blue jasper flute, with a more charming look in his expression.

"Brother Ge Ming, why don't I play a Qingping tone for you?"

The girl made a charming expression, stretched out an orchid finger, and said that she wanted to play a little song for people to listen to. It made people feel that the bird was cute and flattering, but a man made this kind of movement, and his fingers had thick joints and rough skin. , Touching the small and delicate jasper flute, it gives people a very uncoordinated, even disgusting feeling.

Ge Ming frowned slightly, showing a disgusted look, and put his fists in a defensive posture: "You don't need to blow, I don't want to listen, we are here to compete, not to listen to your trumpet, let's start competing. "

Seeing that Ge Ming had refused to pay a thousand miles away, Zhou Taiyin's expression suddenly became cold.

I don't know what the reason is. Perhaps it's dusk, the cold wind at the top of Huashan Mountain starts to appear, and the temperature around the ring seems to have dropped by several degrees.

Many of the disciples in the ring were holding their arms and rubbed their hands, feeling a chill.

Zhou Taiyin tied the hem of his Confucian shirt to his waist, raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes looked extremely empty, and looked straight at Ge Ming: "Brother Ge Ming, you don't want to listen to me playing the flute, because I think I'm not playing well. ?"

Ge Ming looked impatient and scolded: "Don't act anymore. When you don't know, your flute is your weapon. In the last round, you hurt my brother with flute sound. Don’t check, you got caught in your tricks, and your eardrums were hurt. Now you want to repeat the old tricks. You think I’m a fool."

Zhou Taiyin's face made a sly smile: "Since you are a person who understands, then you have to listen to a song that I played. I don't want to listen. I want you to listen."

After finishing talking, Zhou Taiyin put the flute on his lips, gently blowing, a melodious flute sounded slowly, as if weeping, lingering, floating on the top of Huashan Mountain.

Yun Xiang wanted clothes and flowers, spring breeze threw Revlon...

Ye Feng from the podium said in surprise: "This Zhou Taiyin is really strange. We all know that he will use flute sound as a weapon to attack his opponent, but he plays the flute really."

Du Zhong couldn't help laughing: "Does it sound good? If you listen to it for a while, you know if it sounds good."

The world's martial arts are broad and profound, picking leaves and hurting people, and thinking of condensing needles. As long as they are cultivated to be profound, anything can be turned into weapons to hurt people.

Driven by curiosity, Ye Feng listened to the flute carefully, hoping to understand the trick of flute attacking the enemy as a weapon.

Ge Ming was more vigilant, secretly luck, and spread his internal force all over his body. The biggest advantage of Fang Cunshan's disciple is calmness, which is best reflected in Mr. Mo Da.

Not a family, not to enter a house, the disciples brought out by Mr. Mo Da are just like him, calm and calm no matter what they encounter, and the landslides come forward without changing their colors.

Suddenly, the flute sounded like a tremendous turning, became brighter, and faster and faster, from the lyrical lyric to the sharp and vivid, just like a person walking slowly in the calm sea, in the blink of an eye It was a tremendous violent storm.

Ye Feng, who is far away, can't hear anything, but Ge Ming, who is less than two meters away from Zhou Taiyin, feels all waves of murderous murder in all directions. If he is a little careless, he will land on his head, and he will never be killed again.

Ge Ming's expression became serious, he steadily stepped, exhaled, and punched a fist. The big fist emitted a light blue light, like Yuehua flickered and disappeared

"Hi."

He is not performing boxing and playing happily, but is experiencing a life-and-death battle.

Boom, two invisible internal forces collide with each other, a wave of energy, rippling away.

Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly admire. The two men's internal strength is really deep, and there is a tendency to change to the level of the prefecture. He sat on the podium, and he felt two breaths of cold and hot.

What is hot is the inward breath of Ge Ming, a disciple of Fang Cunshan, and the coldness of the frozen human spinal cord is Zhou Taiyin, blowing the breath of sound waves emitted by the jade flute.

Zhou Taiyin's jade flute sounded more rapid, and Ge Ming began to roll over the ring on the ring, hitting fists from time to time. Although the two were separated by a distance of two meters, there were bursts of popping sounds from the ring, and there were waves of warm and cold alternating. Energy wave.

The speed of Ge Ming's fist is getting faster and faster. There is a sound of wind and thunder between his hands. Ye Feng has seen Mr. Mo Er fight this kind of fist.

Although Ge Ming’s wind and thunder fist were not as powerful as Mr. Mo Er’s, they were also surging, and thunder bursts, breaking the sharp flute sounds.

Zhou Taiyin couldn't get it in one breath, and Yu Di's voice seemed to be cut off by the sharp blade, and stopped abruptly.

Ge Ming took advantage of the opportunity, his internal force turned sharply, his fists were violently surging, like the waves of anger and sea, endlessly, struck by wind and thunder, struck Zhou Taiyin.

In the blink of an eye, Ge Ming punched thirty-six punches, each of which set off a frantic wind and thunder, enveloping Zhou Taiyin in the sea of ​​fists, and the turbulent airflow everywhere could be clearly felt even on the podium.

Zhou Taiyin is good at attacking with flute. Once he is attacked by melee, he loses the advantage of attacking with sonic wave.

I heard a crisp click in the fist shadow.

Zhou Taiyin spouted blood, flew out of the ring, and was falling at the foot of the suzerain, Yue Zhuoqun. The blue jade flute in his hand, and the violent wind and thunder fist were twisted into powder, scattered on the ring.

The mountain breeze blew, and the powder was blowing everywhere.

Ge Ming's wind and thunder fist advanced, defeating Zhou Taiyin.

Yue Zhuoqun, who has been watching the battle in front of the ring, was suddenly ashamed, and the last disciple who participated in the Xuan-level competition was defeated.

He sneered, not seeing Zhou Taiyin falling at his feet, and returned to the rostrum with his sleeves.

Several Taiyimen disciples left the game with injured Zhou Taiyin.

The disciples of Taiyimen have always been high-spirited from the beginning of the game. At this time, they are all like stag-roosters.

Elder Lu announced: "The third round of the ancient martial arts of the Xuan-level group is over. The fourth round will be followed. The official representative Luo Feng will face Fang Cunshan's disciple Ge Ming. Compete for the first place in the Xuan-level group. Please ask Ge Ming to rest and report to the No. 1 ring after a 20-minute break."

After defeating Zhou Taiyin, Ge Ming consumed a lot of internal energy, took two vital energy Dan from his arms, swallowed it, meditated on the spot, restored his internal energy, and coped with the following game.

(End of this chapter)