Huang Yaoshi sat upright on the top of the ancient tree's pine tree, attaching the jade flute to his mouth. Suddenly, in the air, it was like a picnic or a pounding jade. He made a few sounds, and then heaved and a clear and soft sound of the flute came down. But when he saw the top of the pine tree swaying back and forth in the wind, Huang Yaoshi sat on it very smoothly, as if he had transformed into a branch and leaves between trees.

The sound of the flute was continuous, and the people in the pavilion felt a sensation. The skill of Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong was not like that of him. However, Huang Rong, who had relatively shallow skills, couldn't help but smile on his face, and felt his blood boiling all over his body, and he just wanted to dance and move around before he felt comfortable. Everyone was shocked and realized that this was an extremely powerful method of sound attack.

Huang Yaoshi, who was sitting upright on the top of the tree, noticed this scene, stopped the sound of the flute in his mouth, and shouted in a deep voice: "I want to play the song of the blue sea tide to deal with these beasts, and stuff my ears with shallow skills."

Everyone knew it was amazing and did not dare to neglect it. The Lu father and son reached out to tear off a piece of clothes and stuffed it into their ears. Huang Rong reached into her arms and took out a piece of snow-white silk handkerchief, pulled it into two pieces, and then into two pieces, preparing to stuff it into her ears. She reached out and handed the other piece to Ling Muyun: "Brother Yun, give it."

Ling Muyun smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, Rong'er, I can resist it."

Huang Rong remembered that when Ling Muyun went to find the old naughty boy, her father Huang Yaoshi fought with Zhou Botong with the sound of the flute, but Ling Muyun didn't see any problems. Obviously, Ling Muyun did have the ability to resist her father's flute, so she didn't say much, just stuffed her ears.

Ling Muyun urged the demon seed in his mind to exert the mental power field. His spiritual mind power surged out like a tide, and suddenly enveloped the surrounding area like a spider web, preparing to filter the sound of the flute with his spiritual mind power and listen to it like the previous episode.

In fact, with Ling Muyun's ability, he could use the mental power field to help everyone present filter the sound of the flute. However, in that case, his mental power field skills would have to be exposed to everyone, which was something he did not want to. It was not deliberately to guard against anyone, but it was just an instinctive cautiousness. It was no harm in hiding something like a trump card.

Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong both believed that they had a deep skill and did not take any precautions. Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were equal in skills, so they were naturally not afraid of this kind of sound technique that was essentially a victory with internal strength. Although Zhou Botong's internal strength was inferior to Huang Yaoshi, he had fought with Huang Yaoshi for so many years and had enough experience in dealing with Huang Yaoshi's Blue Sea Chao Shengqu. In addition, Huang Yaoshi did not deliberately target him, so it was not difficult to deal with it.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Huang Yaoshi put the jade flute on his lips, and the melodious sound of the flute sounded again, and a wonderful sound came out melodiously.

This blue sea tide is Huang Yaoshi's proud skill, which is revealed by Huang Yaoshi watching the sea and listening to the tide. The sound of the song is as if the sea is vast and there is no wave. The tide in the distance slowly approaches, gradually approaching and getting faster. After that, the waves are surging and white waves are floating in the mountains. Fish and whales are floating in the tide, and the wind roars on the sea surface. In addition, the water monsters and sea monsters are waving, and the icebergs are floating, and the hot sea is boiling, which is as good as a change. When the tide recedes, the horizontal level is like a mirror, but the sea is undercurrent is turbulent, and it is hidden in the silent place, which makes the listener enter the slump without realizing it, especially in defense.

With the sound of the flute, Ling Muyun was familiar with the sound of the flute with his spiritual power, filtering out 90% of the flute that confuses people's minds, leaving only a tiny 10% to be included in his ears, just to think it was to appreciate music. Let Dongxie, one of the five great masters in the world, play music, not always have this opportunity.

However, the others were not as relaxed and comfortable as him. Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong, who had deep skills, were fine, but Huang Rong and Lu Chengfeng showed a slightly solemn look on their faces. Lu Guanying, who had the lightest skills, had a change in his face, as if he wanted to dance when he heard the sound.

Although all three of them blocked their ears, it was impossible to block all the sounds of the flute. Some of them could still be transmitted into the ears of the three people through the gap. Their function was similar to Ling Muyun's spiritual power filtering the sound of the flute with his spiritual mind, and even slightly worse. Ling Muyun's spiritual power could filter out 90% of the sound of the flute. At best, they could filter out 70% of the sound of the flute with his ears.

Seeing that Lu Guanying seemed to be unable to hold on, Ling Muyun stepped in front of him, reached out and immediately sealed his acupoints. In this way, even if Lu Guanying couldn't hold on to the sound of the flute, she would not dance wildly when she heard the sound and would not have any accidents.

A hint of gratitude flashed in Lu Chengfeng's eyes. As Lu Guanying's father, he naturally saw his son's performance, but he was a little troubled to resist the sound of the flute himself, so he couldn't help his son for a while. Ling Muyun's move relieved his worries, and he immediately calmed down to resist the temptation of the sound of the flute, which made him feel much more relaxed.

Even Lu Guanying was in charge, so Ling Muyun would not ignore Huang Rong and control his mental power. He also put a filter layer on Huang Rong's side, filtering out more than half of the flute sound sent to the beauty.

With his help, Huang Rong immediately became relaxed. However, a look of confusion appeared on the beauty's face. It was obvious that she was wondering why the sound of the flute suddenly became much smaller. Ling Muyun smiled secretly, without explaining, and turned her eyes to the group of snakes outside the pavilion.

As the sound technique of the blue sea tide created by Huang Yaoshi, it is naturally not the same. As the sound of the flute floats, a group of snakes rushed to the pine trees, raised their heads, and danced with the sound of the flute, as if they could understand the music played by Huang Yaoshi and be immersed in it.

After all, the space under the tree is limited. As more and more poisonous snakes come, the originally empty ground quickly becomes crowded, like canned sardines.

But later, the poisonous snake was desperately trying to squeeze in under the seduction of music, but the poisonous snake in front filled the place with no gap at all. Thousands of poisonous snakes were crowded into a ball. The scene made people feel like they couldn't help but burst into scalp and their bodies were full of cold.

At this time, Huang Yaoshi's flute sound changed and became even more intense. The snakes that were already controlled by the flute sound suddenly became more and more crazy. The snake heads under the tree swayed violently, as if they were about to throw their heads off. The poisonous snake behind seemed to be greatly stimulated, squeezing forward frantically, and couldn't squeeze in. They suddenly became fierce and bitten towards their kind who were blocking their bodies.

This was like igniting the fuse, and it suddenly became uncontrollable. The poisonous snake in front was unwilling to let the place, and the poisonous snake behind rushed forward crazily, and no one allowed it. So they bit each other and fought each other. The poisonous snakes were bitten to death by their kind, and poisoned to death. Another poisonous snake rushed forward one after another.

After all, the poisonous snakes occupy the land under the ancient tree where Huang Yaoshi is located are only a few. After a moment of fighting, they were bitten and killed by a large number of similar people who poured in. However, these poisonous snakes that were able to occupy the "treasure land" under the tree were not yet able to gain a foothold, but they had to face the subsequent rush of people to try to replace them. So a new round of cruel fighting began again...

Although during this process, there were constant sharp sounds of bamboo whistles coming from afar, it was obvious that the operator behind the snake group wanted to re-control the snake group. However, the group of snakes had already completely lost control under the tide of Huang Yaoshi's blue sea. They no longer listened to the command of bamboo whistles, but they were just crazy and killed each other.

Thousands of poisonous snakes fought each other, and the scene was extremely amazing. In just a short while, at least thousands of poisonous snakes died in this kind of battle. The broken corpse was covered with a thick layer on the ground, and all kinds of twisted bodies were fragmented, bloody, and the smell of blood spread, which was disgusting!

At this moment, suddenly, a few "sharp" sounds of golden swords and iron horses came from afar. The sound of musical instruments such as the zither and zither was very different from the sound of ordinary zither and zither. It immediately diluted the soft and charming sound in the sound of the flute, and the group of snakes who were fighting wildly suddenly stopped.

Then I heard the sound of the zither and zither becoming more and more shrill, which made the listener throbbing inexplicably. It seemed that the heart was beating with the sound of the zither and zither. When the zither sounded, the heartbeat beat. The faster the zither sound, the heartbeat gradually became stronger. Everyone present was suddenly shocked, knowing that this was an extremely powerful master who also used the sound technique to fight back against Huang Yaoshi's flute sound.

The sound of the zither became more and more urgent, and later it was like a golden drum and a galloping horse. For a moment, it suppressed Huang Yaoshi's flute sound. The group of snakes who were originally fighting wildly stopped fighting and moved, as if there were signs of waking up.

Suddenly, the soft and delicate sound of the flute sounds faintly in the clanging sound of the zither. Although the zither sounds loudly, it can never hide the gentle and affectionate sound of the flute. The two sounds are mixed, and the tone is extremely strange. The iron zither is like the crying of apes in the Wu Gorge, the ghosts cry at midnight, the jade flute is just like the roaring of a phoenix in Kungang, and the whispering of a deep boudoir. One is extremely tragic and sad, while the other is soft and charming. One is high and the other is low, the other advances and retreats, and does not fall down each other.

However, Huang Yaoshi takes advantage of the near side. Although the sound of the flute and the sound of the zheng in the distance is not inferior to that of Huang Yaoshi. However, because the snake group is closer to Huang Yaoshi, it is still more affected by the sound of the flute. After only a moment of signs of soberness, it fell into confusion again. It was just that the sound of the zheng was constantly disturbed, not as crazy as before. Ling Muyun listened to the sound of the flute and the sound of the zheng in the bamboo pavilion, thinking about the secret of martial arts contained in the sound of the flute and the sound of the zheng. Why did these two sounds have such great magic power that can confuse people's minds and cause people to be in a state of control? At the moment, he kept his mind and was not moved by the music, and then carefully distinguished the sound of the flute and the sound of the zheng.

After listening for a while, I felt that one was soft and one was hard, and each other was stirring up, either advancing to gain momentum, or retreating slowly to wait for the enemy. It was like a competition with a master.

Listening to Huang Yaoshi fighting with the unknown master with his internal strength, Ling Muyun secretly realized the mystery of this, his mind was not stagnant, he was outside, and listened quietly to the victory or defeat of both sides. Because of the mental field blocking and filtering, the music sound was greatly reduced when it came to his ears, and it was difficult to shake his mind, but it did not prevent him from listening to the mystery.

For a moment, Ling Muyun felt that his heart was empty and the subtleties were even more clear. The essence of the seventy-two ways of Kongming Fist taught by Zhou Botong was the four words "clear with emptiness". Although Kongming Fist was not consistent with his mind and had not been practiced too deeply, the wonderful meaning of the boxing principles contained in it was remembered by him.

If you use this boxing principle to fight with Huang Yaoshi and others, your internal strength will be worse than that, and your understanding of boxing principle will not be deep enough, so it will be difficult to win. However, if you hold your hands and listen quietly and watch on the wall, you can understand the wonderful things clearly because of your clear heart, which is exactly the principle of "the bystander is clear".

Listening to the sound of flutes and zithers, Ling Muyun was deeply moved. He was carrying several peerless skills and learned a lot. Among them, there are wonderful methods such as the sound of Wuxiang Yin Gang, such as the sound of killing and attacking sounds. Although he had practiced it, he had never used it, so he threw it away after practicing it, and the temperature was not deep.

This time, listening to the two top masters fighting with their sound skills, Ling Muyun listened to the mystery and then confirmed it with the method of the formless sound and Gang he had learned. He didn't realize that he had gained a lot and benefited a lot. The original method of sound attack was suddenly enlightened, and he felt that he had never understood it so much. If it weren't for the wrong situation at the moment, he would even want to whistle and whistle and experiment on the spot.

At first, the sound of the zither was about to overwhelm the sound of the flute. Most of the sound of the flute flashed east and west, but as long as there was a slight gap in the sound of the zither, it immediately came out. After a while, the sound of the zither from afar gradually slowed down, but the sound of the flute became more and more heart-warming. The group of snakes, which were originally alert to the sound of the zither, fell into frenzy again and fought each other again.

After listening for a while, Ling Muyun suddenly felt the rise and fall of the two musical sounds, and the way of attacking and combining. Although there are many places that are consistent with the method of using the formless sound, there are many places that are different from the mantra they practice.

Several times the flute statements were clearly able to win. As long as the sound of the flute had a few more twists, the sound of the zheng would not be able to resist it, but it did not turn. However, the sound of the zheng also missed many opportunities. If you could seize several of these opportunities, you would have been able to break the sound of the flute and rescue the group of snakes, but you missed them all.

Ling Muyun felt relieved after thinking about it. After all, the formless sound gang he practiced was created by Huang Shang, the author of the Nine Yin True Sutra. Although he did not know how high Huang Shang's martial arts attainments were, it is not difficult to see from the Nine Yin True Sutra he wrote that his martial arts attainments were far superior to Huang Yaoshi and others. It is nothing strange that he created the sound attack method that was more sophisticated than Huang Yaoshi and others.

Only when the music played by both sides became more and more urgent, it was already a short time when the fight between the two sides was close and the hand-to-hand combat was reached. After all, Huang Yaoshi had the advantage of being close to each other. After a while, he finally suppressed the influence of the sound of the zither, and continued to trick the snakes into killing each other wildly. When the people in the pavilion saw this scene, they couldn't help but be happy for Huang Yaoshi.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a long roar suddenly came from the beach in the distance. The sound came from the same place as the zheng sound. Obviously, the other party saw that one person could not defeat Huang Yaoshi, and another person joined the battle.

Judging from the skills shown in the roar, this person is also a great master innate realm who is not inferior to Huang Yaoshi and the person who made the zither sound before. Obviously, the two powerful enemies Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren have participated in the battle, but they don’t know who Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren are the roar sounds.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun and others were secretly anxious and helped each other, but were worried about disturbing Xiao Yin and ruining Huang Yaoshi's plan. After all, this is not a simple martial arts competition. If it is just a simple martial arts competition, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and even Ling Muyun are all able to speak out to help join the battle. With the many masters on their side, it is not difficult to defeat Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren's joint efforts.

But the current situation is that Huang Yaoshi was using the sound of the flute to confuse the snakes, luring the snakes to kill each other, while Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren were speaking out to destroy Huang Yaoshi's flute rhythm and disrupt the sound of the flute, thereby rescuing the group of snakes that were trapped in the frenzy. Once Ling Muyun and others spoke, they might be able to win the upper hand in the scene, but they would inevitably interfere with Huang Yaoshi's flute sound, which invisibly helped Ouyang Feng and the others, so they could only watch anxiously.

Three sounds suddenly fought together, the sound of the zither was loud and shrill, and the sound was like a split silk. The roar in the distance suddenly rose, stirring the sound of the flute together with the zither sound. Huang Yaoshi looked solemn, and white steam was evaporated on his head, which was obviously filled with all his strength.

The sound of the flute sometimes fights with the long roar, and sometimes fights with the zheng sound. The three sounds come and go one after another. The sound of the roar is high and sometimes low, sometimes like a dragon roar, sometimes like a wolf howling, the owl roar is roaring. The sound of the flute is clear and the zheng sound is shrill, but each is also a wonderful sound. The three sounds are entangled together, and it is difficult to distinguish.

However, Huang Yaoshi finally struggled to fight against two. After fighting with the roar and zhengyin for a while, even if he had the advantage of the terrain, he could no longer suppress the roar and zhengyin. The artistic conception of the roar and zhengyin was broken by the two sounds. On the lawn, thousands of poisonous snakes in the bamboo forest stopped fighting, stopped swaying, and raised their heads blankly, but were disturbed by the disturbed sound, and didn't know what to do.

Huang Yaoshi sighed and took the flute away from his lips. The two of them had no weaker skills than him, and they joined forces. Even if he had the advantage of the territoriality, it would be difficult for him to fully exert the power of the blue sea tide and rush into the island under the interference of the two. If he tried his best to show off his strength and wasting his internal energy, he might also cause internal injury to be unsatisfied, but it would be a loss.

As soon as Huang Yaoshi's flute sound stopped, the confused and chaotic poisonous snakes woke up. Seeing the cruel scenes left by them after they killed each other, they couldn't help panic, either whispering, spitting their letters, or fleeing, and in chaos.

At this moment, suddenly a sharp and loud bamboo whistle sounded from afar. These chaotic poisonous snakes seemed to have received some order and stopped wandering around, turning around and rushing outside the island along the way. It was obvious that Ouyang Feng was issuing an order to recall them.

The group of snakes swam and retreated in a moment, leaving only the poisonous snakes and corrupted flesh and corpses on the ground, which was fishy and smelly, making it disgusting, defiling a quiet and elegant place into a mess.

Huang Yaoshi flew down from the top of the tree lightly, walked into the pavilion, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Seventh, Botong, let's go to meet old friends together! The old poison has used so many beasts to invite us. If we don't go out, wouldn't it be a waste of his good intentions?"

"Yes, since he comes to the door, how can we ignore it? We can't let him underestimate us!"

Hong Qigong laughed and turned to look at Zhou Botong: "Old naughty boy, let's go together."

"What's the good thing about old poisons? They always follow these fishy and smelly insects around them, so they are so disgusting!"

The old naughty boy mumbled with a look of reluctance. Obviously, after seeing Ouyang Feng's snake formation, he was scared. Although he was very skilled in martial arts, he was most afraid of snakes and insects. If he hadn't agreed to help fight Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren, he would have said that he would have refused.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at the old naughty boy and said indifferently: "Botong, since you don't want to see them, then stay in my island to rest with peace of mind. When I send the old poison and the others, I will come back and talk to you about the wine."

What a proud person Huang Yaoshi is. If Zhou Botong hadn't said he would fight Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren before, Huang Yaoshi wouldn't have called him. At this time, he saw Zhou Botong retreating. With Huang Yaoshi's temperament, he naturally disdained to force Zhou Botong to accompany him to meet the enemy.

Huang Rong was extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Botong's retreating behavior. She curled her mouth and said to Zhou Bo's passage: "Old boy, there are so many poisonous snakes suddenly pouring in on this island. It is definitely impossible for us to walk away all at once. We are going to face the enemy, so you can enjoy it slowly here."

Zhou Botong looked up when he heard this. Sure enough, he saw something twisting in the pile of countless poisonous snake corpses left on the lawn from time to time. The poisonous snake, who was seriously injured in the previous fight but not dead, was immediately frightened.
Chapter completed!