Looking at Ge Ming, who was as burly as a small mountain, Zhou Taiyin's thin face showed a strange smile: "Brother Ge Ming, hello, my name is Zhou Taiyin."
Ge Ming replied indifferently: "I don't know you."
Zhou Taiyin stretched out her slender and skinny fingers, which were as slender as orchids, and gently stroked the green jade flute, with a more charming look in her expression.
"Brother Ge Ming, how about I play a Qingping tune for you?"
When a girl makes a charming expression, stretches out her fingers and says she wants to play a little tune for people, she makes people feel like a little bird and lovely. But when a man makes this gesture, with thick joints and rough skin on his fingers, touching the small and delicate jade flute, it gives people an extremely inharmonious and even disgusting feeling.
Ge Ming frowned slightly, showing a look of disgust, and raised his fists in a defensive posture: "You don't have to blow, I don't want to listen. We are here to fight, not to listen to your music. Let's start the fight."
Seeing Ge Ming's aloof look, Zhou Taiyin's expression suddenly turned cold.
For some unknown reason, perhaps it was already dusk, a cold wind blew up at the top of Mount Huashan, and the temperature around the arena seemed to have dropped by several degrees.
Many disciples watching the arena crossed their arms and rubbed their hands, feeling a chill.
Zhou Taiyin tied the hem of his Confucian robe around his waist, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Ge Ming with an extremely empty look in his eyes: "Brother Ge Ming, you don't want to listen to me play the flute, do you think I'm not good at it?"
Ge Ming looked impatient and cursed in a deep voice: "Stop acting. Do you think I don't know that your flute sound is your weapon? Last round, you used the flute sound to hurt my junior brother. He didn't check for a while and fell into your trap and his eardrum was injured. Now you want to repeat the same trick again. Do you think I'm a fool?"
Zhou Taiyin had a sinister smile on his face: "Since you are a wise man, you should listen to the Qingping tune I play. Even if you don't want to listen, I want you to listen."
After saying that, Zhou Taiyin placed the flute to his lips and blew it gently. A melodious flute sound slowly rang out, like weeping and complaining, continuous and melodious, floating on the top of Mount Hua.
The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces; the spring breeze blows over the threshold and reveals the beauty...
Ye Feng on the rostrum said in surprise: "This Zhou Taiyin is really strange. We all know that he will use the sound of the flute as a weapon to attack his opponents, but the flute he plays is really beautiful."
Du Zhong couldn't help but laugh: "Does it sound good? You'll know if it sounds good after you listen for a while."
The martial arts in the world are extensive and profound. Picking leaves to hurt people, using mind to condense needles, as long as the cultivation is deep, anything can be turned into a weapon to hurt people. It is not uncommon to hurt people with music.
Driven by curiosity, Ye Feng listened carefully to the flute sound, hoping to figure out the trick of using the flute sound as a weapon to attack the enemy.
There was a hint of vigilance in Ge Ming's eyes. He secretly gathered his energy and distributed his internal strength throughout his body. The greatest advantage of the disciples of Fangcun Mountain was their calmness, and this was best reflected in Mr. Mo Da.
If you are not from the same family, you will not join the same school. The disciples brought up by Mr. Mo Da are all like him. No matter what they encounter, they remain calm and collected, and they remain unmoved even when a mountain collapses in front of them.
Suddenly, the flute sound made a radical turn, becoming brighter and faster and faster, from lingering and lyrical to rapid and vivid, just like a person walking slowly in the calm sea, and in the blink of an eye a huge wave comes rushing over.
Ye Feng, who was far away, couldn't hear anything, but Ge Ming, who was standing less than two meters away from Zhou Taiyin, felt that there was a surging murderous aura coming from all directions. If he was not careful, he would lose his head and there would be no recovery.
Ge Ming's expression became serious. He stood firmly on his horse's stance, exhaled and spoke, and punched in the air. A faint green light emanated from his huge fist, like a flash of moonlight that disappeared.
"Hi."
He wasn't performing boxing for fun, he was experiencing a life-and-death battle.
Boom! Two invisible internal forces collided with each other, and an energy wave spread out in all directions.
Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly admire them. The internal strength of these two people was really profound, and both had the tendency to transform into the earth level realm. Sitting on the rostrum, he could feel two auras, one cold and one hot, rushing towards him.
The heat was the inner breath of Fangcun Mountain disciple Ge Ming, while the spinal-chilling coldness was the breath of the sonic attack from Zhou Taiyin's jade flute.
The sound of Zhou Taiyin's playing the jade flute became more urgent, and Ge Ming began to roll over and dodge the wall on the ring, punching in the air from time to time. Although the two were two meters apart, bursts of sonic booms erupted from the ring, as well as a series of alternating cold and warm energy waves.
Ge Ming's punches were getting faster and faster, and there were faint sounds of wind and thunder between his hands. Ye Feng had seen Mr. Mo Er perform this kind of punch before, the Fang Cun Mountain-suppressing Skill, the Wind and Thunder Divine Fist.
Although Ge Ming's Wind and Thunder Fist was not as powerful as Mr. Mo Er's, it also caused a surge of wind and thunder, which defeated the sharp flute sound.
Zhou Taiyin couldn't catch his breath, and the sound of the jade flute seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade and stopped abruptly.
Ge Ming took advantage of the opportunity and rapidly mobilized his internal strength. His fists were filled with powerful energy, like endless waves in the raging sea, and he struck Zhou Taiyin with the force of wind and thunder.
In the blink of an eye, Ge Ming threw out thirty-six punches, each of which stirred up a violent momentum of wind and thunder, surrounding Zhou Taiyin in a sea of fists. The surging air currents could be clearly felt even on the podium.
Zhou Taiyin is good at attacking with flute sounds, but once he is attacked at close range, he loses the advantage of using sound waves.
Then a crisp cracking sound was heard from the fist shadow.
Zhou Taiyin spurted blood, flew out of the ring, and fell at the feet of the sect leader Yue Zhuoqun. The green jade flute in his hand was actually crushed into powder by the surging wind and thunder fist power and scattered on the ring.
The mountain breeze blew past, scattering the powder everywhere.
Ge Ming's Wind and Thunder God Fist was superior and he defeated Zhou Taiyin.
Yue Zhuoqun, who had been watching the fight in front of the ring, suddenly looked as pale as death. The last disciple participating in the Xuan level group competition was defeated.
He snorted coldly, without even looking at Zhou Taiyin who was lying at his feet, and returned to the podium.
Several Taiyi disciples carried the injured Zhou Taiyin away from the match.
The disciples of Taiyi Sect had been arrogant since the beginning of the competition, but now they all looked like wilted roosters, with their heads hung, without any of their original arrogance.
Elder Lu announced: "The third round of the Xuan-level Ancient Warriors competition has ended. The fourth round will begin. Official representative Luo Feng will face Fangcun Mountain disciple Ge Ming. The winner will enter the finals and compete with Yihua Palace's Jiang Yixue for the first place in the Xuan-level group. Please rest for 20 minutes, Ge Ming, and report to the No. 1 ring."
After defeating Zhou Taiyin, Ge Ming consumed a large amount of his internal energy. He took out two vitality pills from his arms and swallowed them. He then meditated on the spot to recover his internal energy in order to prepare for the next competition.
(End of this chapter)