Chapter 30 Sound Control

Ge Xiyan has a feeling of pounding his chest and feet. He should not have met this person, let alone with him! Didn't he win a bet in the restaurant? Does he want to do this to him? When he went back that day, he said how could the old man know about this? He was punished for kneeling in the ancestral hall all night, saying that you dare to bring bad enlightenment even if you don't do your job! In view of his past criminal history, he really felt that he had ruined a good boy from a family, but now he doesn't think it's like that at all! His eyes were comparable to a knife. He really wanted to dig him and shave him: "How does the old man know that we bet on?" Those who never stay will talk too much.

Wu Cang Juelan slowly smoothed the folds of the cuffs, and then said slowly, "Do you know? Your old man was in the private room of the restaurant at that time.

Ge Xiyan looked at him suspiciously: "Then why didn't he stop us?"

Danfengyan picked it out. Why is this boy so useless? Haven't you always been smart?" Can he afford to lose face in public?

Yes, the tree lives a skin and a person lives a face. Naturally, he loves his skin. What's so great for their children to have fun? Ge Xiyan smiled and said, "I have to tell my servant to wash the sheets and sheets for me tomorrow morning."

Wu Cang Juelan smiled. In fact, you don't have to care about it. It's just human feelings. You should have gotten used to it long ago.

The red sandalwood sat on the branch, holding the iced plum soup from the green in his hand. Now there is a beautiful woman named Bingmo on the court who challenges the 90th place. This person is also one of the four rookies this time. There are not many strong women among the 100. She is the only woman who broke into the 100 this time. The woman's whip dance is impenetrable, but she is in the 90th place.

"The spirit snake whip is beautiful, and there is no sect. It has only appeared in the world for a short time. I have never seen her lose. Of course, the person who fights with her is not particularly powerful. I didn't expect that she really got a hundred. Hao Lianliuyue squinted and leaned against the ebony chair and said faintly.

"Don't you know her details?" Looking at the court, she asked.

"It's another interesting person." He replied.

Every time he says something interesting, he doesn't understand it. He is only interested in unknown things. Red Sandalwood knows it. The woman's whip on the court went from defense to attack, and the 90th place was defeated. The woman's men showed no mercy, and there was already a lot of flesh and blood on the 90th place.

"Are the newcomers so strong this time? Oh, my God, a woman is so ferocious that no one dares to want her no matter how beautiful she is. A big man smoothed the raised hair and stared at the whip that greeted him.

"That's not necessarily true. It's good to have such a beautiful and tough woman."

The whip of the ice is dancing faster and faster. There has been a crack in the barrier wall made up by the man, which is so dazzling. The end of the ice is pulling the whip, and the end of the whip is the neck of the 90th place.

"Dead?" The person who had different opinions just asked.

"Dead." The person who spoke before replied. The eyes protrude, the red blood is clearly exposed, and the lips are turned round, and they can't even spit out. Isn't it dead?

The man spit it out with a "wow" sound, and the man who spoke quickly cared: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you all right?'

The man vomited and waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. That's right, even if you beat her to death, don't marry such a cruel woman!"

The man who spoke was a little disapproving again. He touched his chin with one hand and said, "Actually, it's okay."

Bing Moqiao closed the whip and bowed her hand to everyone. At the end, she looked in the direction of the red sandalwood intentionally or unintentionally.

After the end of the ice, the ninety-second place that has not been replaced among the ten people, and the challenge is eighty-nine. Failure, this result was not surprising to everyone.

It was not until there was a "Xiao Mo, please fight for eighty-fifth place", that everyone looked sideways. Xiao Mo, this name was newly emerging. With the bottom of two victories, I don't know if this one can continue.

Red sandalwood took a sip of iced plum soup and restrained its eyelids to look at the blurred reflection of the leaves in the bowl. This Xiao Mo is really not good.

As red sandalwood said, Xiao Mo is really not good. As soon as he came on the field, he missed the opportunity. Under the strong attack of his opponent, he failed to defend his position. Until his sword reached the bone, he did not do any damage to his opponent.

The spectator shook his head. They were all newcomers. Why is the difference so big?

The next few scenes are old dramas. The former martial arts competition is often staged, and nothing has changed. Except for those who haven't seen it, those who haven't seen it will pay attention to it, and those who have seen it before don't care so much.

The sun is scorching, and everyone is cooling under the tree. The unobstructed field is completely exposed to the sun, which is a little dazzling.

When there is the sun, Wu Cang Juelan is like a luminous body, and the red clothes sucked all the Yangguan on him. Without the sun, Wucang Juelan can simply act as the sun, with an overly eye-catching robe, a smiling face, beautiful phoenix eyes, and the corners of the hooked mouth. It is difficult to ignore it. Therefore, when Wu Cang Juelan stood in the center of the field, it was difficult for people's eyes to stuff other things into it, not to mention the title of 91st in the martial arts field.

"Wu Lan has said good to all the uncles, aunts and grandparents. I don't know who is willing to teach me?" With that, it was really a neat salute to the four sides, which was extremely sincere.

The cyan clothes scratched by, and there was a man in front of Wu Cang Juelan. At the age of 25 or 26, he held a delicate jade flute in his hand, which was also elegant. The man held Xiao Yili: "81 Xiao Jin came to ask his friends for advice."

Not bad, good attitude. Wu Cang Juelan smiled brightly: "Uncle, do you want to play the music?"

Xiao Jin smiled softly and was not annoyed: "If you want to listen, it's okay." When the words fell, Xiao in his hand came to his mouth, and his ten fingers flipped and jumped on the music hole.

"Xiao Jin's voice control has improved again." Hao Lianliuyue listened to the music quietly and relaxed his body comfortably.

Red sandalwood turned his head and saw that other people except red, yellow, blue and green had blocked their ears. Everyone has seen Xiao Jin's voice control skills. No matter how beautiful the music is, if it is used to kill people, it will not be so beautiful.

Wu Cang Juelan got rid of the sharp airflow around him and hooked the corners of his lips. It's really interesting. What else in the world can't be used as a weapon? Xiao Jin's fingers flexibly pressed one note after another on Xiao, and the steps under his feet kept unstop, constantly pulling the distance between the two.

He rushed left and right, and Wu Cang Jue Lan kept wandering in the airflow, but he never got close to Xiao Jin. Sound attack, Yi Yuan attack should not be taken close. As long as the voice controller is approached, they have almost no ability to resist. However, because of this defect, their light power and reaction speed are super fast, and they don't give others this opportunity at all.

"He looks like he can't take the sound attack." Onlookers together.

"Although he won the strongest of the ten last time, it took a long time. Unlike that You Linmu, although the challenge is the end of ten, it is better to win in one move, and it is not difficult to accept to win eighty-two in three moves. Onlookers two.

"Will he lose?" Onlookers three.

"I will." The onlookers hesitated.

Wu Cang Juelan was still wandering around the whole audience, not sticking to half of Xiao Jin's clothes. The fiery red sun fell into his eyes, and his eyes were like his clothes, like a burning fire.

"Xiao Jin is not his opponent." The red sandalwood lay reclined on the trunk with its eyes closed and opened its mouth. Xiao Jin's sound control is really good, but it's too far from what she met in the Yunhu gap. It's not a level, let alone a world at all. At that time, she lost the right to control her body without knowing who the other party was, but Xiao Jin's music could not even reach the nerves. She just controlled the air to fight against the enemy. Although the air was everywhere and his attacks were everywhere, it was still not enough.

Hao Lianyue's long fingers gently tapped on the armrest of the ebony chair, and smiled gently at the corners of his mouth.

Wu Cang Juelan's red clothes draw countless eye-catching curves in the air, like flowing clouds. Ge Xiyan patted the table and said disdainfully, "This boy is pure twitching. Looking at his arrogant appearance, I really want to give him two feet." If he can do it.

The entourage pressed his head low. They didn't hear anything, and his little boy just said it.

Unfortunately, his action of patting the table just fell into Wucang Juelan's eyes. Danfeng's eyes were full of smiles, and the strong sunlight was injected, forcing people to dare not look directly at it.

This is the end. Wu Cang Juelan smiled, became a blade with one hand, and went straight to Xiao Jin all the way. Looking at the people who approached quickly, Xiao Jin quickly turned his fingers, and the air changed more quickly. The whole space seemed to be about to twist, and all the sharp edges roared towards Wu Cang Juelan.

Danfeng's eyes do not retreat but move forward. The hand knife directly cuts through all the oncoming crises. Xiao Jin's hands were moving so fast that they were not their own. They never had the speed, but they still looked at the people who were getting closer and closer to him in vain.

"Puff~" The gentle crisp sound drowned with the sharp blade of the wind. Xiao Jin has nothing in his hands. In the soil, the white that does not belong to it is scattered on it.

Wu Cang Juelan stood in front of Xiao Jin, with his hands behind him. He smiled and was as bright as the beginning: "Uncle, everyone is blocking their ears and don't appreciate your music. Why don't you stop playing it in the future?

The standard question did not wait for Xiao Jin to answer. Wu Cang Juelan reached out his hand like lightning and grabbed Xiao Jin's subconsciously retracting hand. With a little force, Xiao Jin's hand began to tremble. For a moment, Wu Cang Juelan stopped, gently put Xiao Jin's hand back to his side, and then withdrew his hand and put it in place. Uncle, it's a pity that you come out to live on the tip of the knife. You'd better go back to hug your beauty and enjoy your blessings.

Xiao Jin's eyes were open and motionless. The more the person in front of him smiled, the more he trembled. It was not until he sat on the ground that he moved, looked at his hand and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he got up and walked out distracted.

These hands have been useless since then.

Wu Cang Juelan turned around, and Danfeng's eyes were slightly bent. Unlike his enthusiasm for everyone on the court, he just glanced at him and went in the direction he came.