When Wu Yingyue heard this, she couldn't hide her anger. She swung her sleeves vigorously, dropped them to the ground, and scolded her in a crisp voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who are you? Come out and see me?"
The tyranny of the Tiangu is unparalleled. The stronger the realm, the more powerful the "feedback" of the drum is. It does not rely on brute force, and it does not depend on what you think you can do. Moreover, after surpassing the Lingtai realm, it is impossible to ring the bell. In the past few days, there are some genius disciples from various sects who refuse to admit defeat, but after taking the stage, they all lose their arrogance.
What this person said sounded not only arrogant but also ignorant.
"Wait a minute, this formation is a little tricky!"
The formation light curtain behind the giant drum rippled.
"What happened?"
In the field, Wu Yingyue was summoning up the courage to play the fifth rhythm, which was attracting everyone's attention. More than two thousand people behind the glazed light curtain were all watching. At this moment, seeing her suddenly stop chattering, they all felt a little strange and whispered for a moment.
"Which disciple of the sect is so ignorant of the rules? Why did he break in from the opposite direction of the formation?"
Daozhen, the headmaster of the Xuantian Sword Sect, had a hint of displeasure on his mean and ungrateful face. He naturally saw that someone had entered by mistake and wanted to observe with Hunyuanxu's mind, but it was inconvenient to be blocked by the formation.
Song Tianxing, the master of Xuantian Peak who manages the order of the sect, bowed slightly and said with doubts on his face: "Brother, headmaster, the sect's discipline is very strict. No disciple would go beyond it like this. I must..."
Looking back at the disciples from the Discipline Hall, they quickly left.
"No need to go!"
After closing his eyes for a moment, he felt with mysterious thoughts that the entire sect was sensing the Supreme Elder Chu Zongwei. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked a little weird, half smiling or maybe he thought it was funny?
The disciples of the Discipline Hall stopped and bowed to salute.
This was the first time for all the peak masters to see this expression on the face of the sect's most senior ancestor. They looked at each other for a moment. Chu Siniang, relying on her daughter's identity, complained: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Chu Zongwei did not answer, but looked at a group of old guys such as Li Guofu, the ancestor of Lingyun Sect, not far away.
Li Guofu also stroked his beard and looked over, saying in a vicissitudes of voice: "Time is destiny! Let's see what he can do?"
What do the ancestors mean?
The elders and outstanding disciples of various sects couldn't help but become more curious, but they immediately saw that someone seemed to be intruding from the opposite direction of the light curtain formation.
"Buzz——"
It was just that the formation that did not have strong defensive capabilities when Twilight entered the scene suddenly tore a hole, and a man wearing a shabby robe, with a tall figure and a handsome face, had a look of vicissitudes of life, perseverance and curiosity. The young man jumped into the field. ()
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Now we are familiar with each other, but who among those who survived the war ten years ago would not recognize this person?
"who is he?"
Xie Wujiang, the most rising star in the Haotian Sect and a rapidly advancing martial artist, asked in surprise.
"Xin Zhuo kills Tian Xie, Gui Qing Sect and Desolate Beast with one sword!"
…
Xin Zhuo didn't know that there were people outside the light curtain. He hadn't stayed in the sect for a long time back then, and his understanding of battle tactics was new to him. However, he was attracted by this giant drum as soon as he approached Xuantian Terrace, so Stop and watch Wu Yingyue play the drum,
Then, I became very curious about the drum.
He found that the ejection power of this drum was somewhat similar to the flawless attack left by the emperor of Kuling River Stream thousands of years ago. However, the attack of Kuling Mountain Stream was half a test and half a killing. This drum There is no harm, it’s just that the mysterious Wu Yun feeds back the vicissitudes of life and cleanses the drummer’s marrow. However, the power of this feedback is too much. If the drummer can bear it, it will be beneficial, and if it exceeds the bearable range, it will be harmed!
"how?"
Wu Yingyue looked Xin Zhuo up and down. He looked like a good-looking boy in a young life. He didn't know who he was. It was not annoying. It was just nonsense and a high-minded but low-handed person. He sneered and said: "I'll give it to you, I'll wait." Your...general's order!"
"Just keep an eye on it!"
Making decisions before acting, being afraid of death, being afraid of embarrassment, and never showing off in front of others are Xin Zhuo's style of doing things. He dared to boast about it. Firstly, this woman was really bad at it. Secondly, he was naturally sure of it.
"Wait!"
Wu Yingyue subconsciously glanced at the glazed light curtain and said, "Is this the junior brother of Xuantian Sword Sect? What if you don't do well and try to please others?"
Xin Zhuo also looked around with confusion, not knowing why, he couldn't help but chuckled: "It doesn't sound good, I'll show you a weak horse-drawn performance!"
During those ten years in the darkness, he had already developed a carefree way of speaking.
Wu Yingyue's eyes widened and her face slowly turned red: "?"
"Oh——"
Outside the glazed light curtain, there was a moment of commotion, and many young girl disciples who only knew how to practice and were full of longing for the opposite sex couldn't help but blush with shame.
Only the ancestors of each sect frowned slightly. The sky drum...can you describe it by whether it sounds good or not?
Xin Zhuo stood a little below his feet and was already in mid-air. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the giant drum, and the majestic power of Yin and Yang Tai Chi went straight to the drum surface.
This person returned ten years later and was already in the Lingtai realm.
After ten years in the spiritual platform, this talent has surpassed that of divine bodies and bloodline geniuses. This miracle belongs to him, Xin Zhuo!
Behind the glazed light curtain, countless people who know each other can see clearly.
"dong——"
The drum suddenly made a deafening sound, and the "buzzing" echo reverberated in all directions.
The lingering sound lingers for a long time.
Wu Yingyue, who was closest, changed her expression and immediately backed away, because the drumbeat of the person in front of her was different from everyone else. It was thick, low, and continuous, and it had the ability to hurt people.
Behind the glazed light curtain, the expressions of the disciples of each sect also changed. Not only was the drum sound extraordinarily different, but also because the drum sound lasted for too long.
"...five, six, seven, eight, nine...eighteen..."
Someone started counting silently until they reached eighteen breaths, and then the drums stopped.
Eighteen breaths!
The person whose drum sound lingered the longest before was Chen Changsheng, Seven Breaths!
Is there something wrong?
In the field, Xin Zhuo closed his eyes silently, feeling the power of the drum's feedback, which was gradually changing his acquired impurities and waste meridians as well as the accumulation of martial arts practice for a long time. It was really wonderful.
In fact, his talent is not necessarily better than others, but the way he plays the drum is different. He uses a flawless attack method that imitates those figures when they broke out of the Kuling Mountain Stream.
When the eighteen-breath drum sound ended, he opened his eyes, clenched his fists, gathered the power of the spiritual platform, and punched three times in a row.
"Winter! Winter! Winter!"
Three times in a row,
The dull and vibrating sound of the drum echoed in all directions.
