The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

It can be a person's prejudice, or it can be an objective fact.

And Yunying's song is ugly because Lexiu wants to fight her hard when he hears it, not to the extent that Lexiu wants to send her to heaven when he hears it.

Deliberately piercing people's ears, causing people to collapse and rage in the noise pollution.

To be honest, it's much simpler, straightforward and more useful than Le Xiu's meticulously researching emotionally moving songs.

Su Minglang didn't expect Yunying's music to be in such a style, and he was stunned by a series of magic sounds for a while, only to feel that his heart was burning for no reason, and he couldn't control his hands and feet.

The feeling of being suppressed by Xue Manman came back again, and he could only struggle desperately to get rid of this uncontrollable anger.

But it's easier said than done...

That song was erratic, as if there were countless melodies, and each melody was extremely ear-piercing. Like bugs, they burrowed into his body from his ears, making the unknown fire in his heart more vigorous, and his palms were completely out of his control. Attacked towards his chest.

It looked like he was driven mad and self-harmed.

And indeed it is.

In fact, there is nothing binding his hands and feet, except his own will, nothing can directly control his hands and feet.

Su Minglang is clearly aware of this, but he just can't get rid of the control and let his will truly be the master.

At the moment when both palms were about to slap her chest, Yunying suddenly stopped playing the flute, and Su Minglang's hand fell down in an instant, shaking as if dislocated.

In fact, what was fighting in his body just now has always been himself and himself, even if Yunying withdrew the flute sound, he couldn't stop the struggle between himself and himself for a while.

Yunying played the Qing Lingle again, and for a while, the monks who were almost destroyed regained their senses, and felt that it was really good to be human again.

Su Minglang was no exception, he looked at Yunying confusedly: "Where did you learn this strange music score?"

"I said I comprehended it myself, do you believe me, brother?"

"Trust." Su Minglang nodded without hesitation.

Apart from this Junior Sister Yun, he really couldn't think of anyone else in the world who could create such a trick.

After the mood was completely calmed down, Su Minglang still asked Yunying to show her current advancement in saber techniques, and the rest of them also echoed.

At the beginning, Yunying became famous in the Martial Arts Conference by comprehending the prototype of Dao Gang in the blood refining state.Although the sound of this flute is eerie and eerie, which makes people feel that it should not be underestimated, but after all, it is not as exciting as Dao Gang.

Naturally, Yunying would not refuse this request, seeing the knife gang that was shown to Ling Shuangrui before showing up again.

This is her own sword gang, although it is still very immature, but it can already exist independently without weapons and sword skills, allowing Yunying to command her like an arm.

As soon as this thing came out, the rest of the cultivators trembled from head to toe like Ling Shuangrui, wanting to join hands with others to eliminate this non-stop scurrying knife gang immediately.

Only Su Minglang's eyes were burning, wishing he could seal it up and take it away, and fight against it every day to hone it.

Yunying naturally took his gaze into his eyes, and asked him to do whatever he wanted, don't worry about it.

She has only been fighting against herself for the past year, and now she has reached a bottleneck period. It is time to observe and observe other people's abilities, so as not to work behind closed doors and go astray.