Mr. Xiao's handsome face was already full of paleness. Looking at Ye Xiao who was talking, it was as if he was looking at the most ferocious monsters and ghosts. Suddenly he murmured nervously: "This is not
Really... This can't be true... How could you people have improved so much in strength in such a short period of time... This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."
"That's the Fairy Mountain of the Sea of Clouds! The Fairy Mountain of the Sea of Clouds... this was once a legend in Tianwaitian..."
"Nothing in this world is impossible." Ye Xiao explained softly: "As you see now, you think it is impossible, but we feel... this is just an inevitable result..."
"Otherwise, how could they die? How could we win?"
Ye Xiao smiled: "Master Xiao, your character obviously still needs to be tempered. Of course, you have no room for tempering. You don't have much time!"
Mr. Xiao was frightened and scared at first, but slowly, he remembered something. Suddenly everything inside him was burning, and he felt an unknown fire suddenly rising in his heart.
Anyone in this world can teach me a lesson, but you, Ye Xiao, can’t!
The person who teaches me a lesson must not be you, Ye Xiao!
He couldn't help but turned around suddenly, and a hole-shaped flute with a dark red luster appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the hole-flute flute suddenly made a slight whimpering sound, and suddenly pointed at Ye Xiao, his face flushed.
He turned red and shouted: "Ye Xiao, we agreed before that the life and death battle would be five games. Although we lost four games and we lost this bet, I still have the right to ask for a fight with you.
There still needs to be a life and death battle between you and me!"
Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly: "Oh, Mr. Xiao has a good calculation. Even though he knows that you are destined to die, you still resist stubbornly. Do you want to drag me on the road with you? How could I forget?
, Mr. Xiao is not only good at playing the flute, he is also said to be a genius in martial arts. We have to see whether Mr. Xiao is more skilled at playing the flute or is more capable of winning due to his cultivation!"
Mr. Xiao said angrily: "Ye Xiao, put away your condescending face! You are not worthy of judging me, let alone teaching me! Who do you think you are? Damn!"
Ye Xiao chuckled and said: "Master Xiao, who has always been gentle and elegant, finally couldn't help but say something dirty, right? It's just that you really misunderstood my kindness. I really feel sorry for you. It's a pity that after the battle between you and me, there will be less people in this world."
I have found a wonderful person who is good at playing the flute, and I don’t know how many people who have learned your flute skills will wake up in the middle of the night and lament that God has not given him talent, well, he is a flute player!"
Young Master Xiao became angry, walked out three steps, subconsciously lifted the hem of his gown, and said: "Ye Xiao! Although all four of us were defeated, it was your men who took action. Now it is up to you and me to let go
Yes, do you have the ability to take away my life?"
Ye Xiao slowly left the room and said: "I said I did. For the sake of your own life, you definitely don't believe it. Even if you agree in your heart, you won't admit it with your mouth. In this case, let the facts speak for themselves, and the reality will stand still for a moment.
Isn’t it more irrefutable than any argument?!”
Mr. Xiao nodded fiercely and shouted: "Okay! Let me see Zhenzhang!"
Looking around, except for Ye Xiao's many people from the Monarch Pavilion, there was no other person on his side. He had to face everyone in the Monarch Pavilion alone. Mr. Xiao suddenly trembled in his heart. He didn't know why.
Unprecedented pride surged in his heart, and he laughed loudly: "Ye Xiao, even if I am alone in facing your Monarch Pavilion, what do I have to fear?"
Ye Xiao said gently: "I understand your mood at the moment. I can also understand your intention to embolden yourself. It really doesn't matter. In fact, no matter whether you bring four people here or four thousand people, the final result will still be the same.
That’s it, nothing more.”
"In other words, no matter what, you will definitely have the honor of facing the Monarch's Pavilion alone."
"The moment all the people you bring step into the realm of this pavilion, they have already entered the gate of hell. How can they have any chance of life again."
Ye Xiao stretched out his hand in a gentle manner: "Master Xiao, with all your chattering, do you want me to see your ability to play the flute? Or do you want me to learn how to play the flute? Hey... these words are mine, don't you?
Your flute technique is all about verbal skills, so it’s me who teaches you about your verbal skills, so hurry up, I really can’t wait!”
"Hahaha …"
All the people in the Sovereign Pavilion around him laughed out loud at their leader's ability to curse without uttering curse words, which was actually more disgusting than swearing.
This is full of ambiguity, or it is simply very explicit... Ahem, I believe only a man can understand it?
"Ye Xiao, don't get carried away with yourself. If you have the courage, just listen to my song Tianyin Biluo Youshengyou?" Young Master Xiao's eyes flashed with anger.
"I have never heard Mr. Xiao's flute skills in my life. I am honored to hear it. I finally know it, but I don't know whether I should be happy or disappointed." Ye Xiao stood tall, with a leisurely smile on his face.
He has the attitude of having everything in his hands.
Mr. Xiao took a deep breath, and suddenly his whole body floated up in the void. The dark red hole flute was placed near his mouth, and a whimpering flute sound appeared faintly. Its sound was far away, as if it was coming from outside.
Come.
The tall body of Mr. Xiao is constantly floating back and forth in the air, seeming to perform a most wonderful trajectory in his movements; and the sound of his flute, although it is always low and thin, makes people feel like
There is a subtle feeling of presence and absence, both real and illusory.
Everyone who heard the sound of the flute seemed to see their own childhood, their own beauty, themselves... their parents, relatives, and close friends who had passed away but appeared in their dreams many times...
The sound of the flute seems to be telling the story of the separation of life and death and the endless sorrow that no one can avoid since ancient times.
Many Monarch Pavilion cultivators, while listening to the flute music, had their eye circles turning red involuntarily.
Ye Xiao stood attentively, listening to the sound of Mr. Xiao's flute, but at the same time, long-lost scenes emerged in his mind.
Begging at a young age, being beaten, chased, and bitten by vicious dogs... With frost and cold, two little girls with sallow faces and skinny muscles struggled to survive and lived a hard life...
On many windy and snowy days, the three little people huddled together, hugging each other for warmth, but they were still shivering. Especially that day, when I had my legs broken, the two girls hugged each other and used their bodies to protect themselves.
Keeping themselves warm, the three of them use their lives to interpret their true feelings...
Later, when the brothers and sisters were separated, he was destined to learn from a master and embark on the road of becoming a monarch...
Traveling through life and death all the way through the Jianghu...many times narrowly escaped death, traveling around in the vast blue sky...