"There is actually a spiritual master who put a ban in his mind!"

Seeing that Yuxia's head was bulging and exploded in front of him, Yang Yi was shocked, "This should be the most powerful master who put a mental lock on him. Once he touched some taboo events, his brain would explode!"

Yang Yi looked at the headless real man Yuxia in his hand and sighed: "Brother, why are you doing this? As a master of martial arts, he doesn't want to defend his country, but instead has something to do with the Immortal City that harms humanity, and he will die in the end!"

After searching for this person, there was nothing special except a jade token. He threw it away at once, turned around and ran towards Dingzhou City.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Yi had already returned to Dingzhou City and told Yang Kun about what happened on Jinding Mountain. Yang Kun also looked shocked and said, "Since it involves the northern Immortal City, then it is not too much to deal with the King of Wu!"

He said to Yang Yi: "It is impossible that there is only one person like Yuxia Zhenren on Jinding Mountain. There should be many of his fellow disciples, but I guess after I fought with Yuxia, these people were almost gone."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "How many disciples are there on Jinding Mountain? The government should register them. Those who have not run away on the mountain should not have a big problem, but they must be seriously questioned. For those who run away, they will directly want the world and offer high rewards. It is just a good opportunity to see if they can find out their accomplices."

Yang Kun said: "Not bad, just do it!"

After the two brothers had a drink, Yang Yi left Dingzhou City and continued to march south, while Yang Kun gathered his troops and headed towards Jinding Mountain in smoke and dust.

Dingzhou is a million miles in size and is vast. It is a relatively large prefecture in Hanzhong. There are many cities along the way. After Yang Yi opened the banner, he stirred up a group of people to fight with him along the way. However, there are not many martial arts masters in the world. Although these warriors are angry at Yang Yi's behavior, there are not many people who can really threaten him. However, the customs and martial arts methods in various places are unique, and Yang Yi has gained a lot along the way.

Missing Sutou this day and unable to enter the nearby town, Yang Yi found a huge rock close to the trench. As soon as he built the tent, he heard a sound of flute coming.

The sound of the flute seemed to be sounding at the far horizon, and it seemed to be whispering in my ears, and it never stopped for a moment.

The sound of the flute was soft and soothing, accompanied by the gentle breeze. After hearing this, a feeling of fatigue suddenly rose from the heart, and the whole body was numb and lazy and didn't want to move.

There were originally a few night birds chirping on the trees in the woods, but after the sound of the flute, there were a few "plop" sounds, and the chirping birds fell from the trees.

A little bird fell from Yang Yi, and before it landed, it was taken into his hands by Yang Yi. After looking carefully, the bird's chest was slightly undulating and his eyes were closed, but it was not dead, but it was just asleep.

Yang Yi secretly called out a powerful voice, used Confucianism's mental method to keep his mind tightly, and silently sensed the position of the person who played the flute. After sensing for a long time, he never found the place of the person who played the flute.

"This is a master!"

Yang Yi was so energetic that he suddenly let out a long roar, "Who is here? Let's sign up!"

After Yang Yi's long roar, the nearby woods and the weeds on the ground were shaking in unison as if they were blown by the strong wind. The fallen leaves and branches fell all over the ground, with amazing power.

But no matter how powerful Yang Yi's roar is, it has no effect on the flute player. The sound of the flute that enters your ears has never fluctuated at all, and is still soft and as soft as before, soothing and gentle. It is like a breeze blowing on the face, like the warm sun in winter. The sound of the flute is like a stream of warm water, flute back and forth in the audience's body, rushing back and forth, making you feel all skeletons, and your whole body is filled with laziness.

There was wind in the woods, but at this time the breeze gradually stopped. The shaking woods no longer shaking, the weeds on the ground no longer undulate, and everything stopped.

"It can actually affect external objects with the sound of flute!"

Yang Yi was full of true energy, "Music master? Are you the leader of the Demonic Sect or the leader of the Qingyin Sect?"

As Yang Yi knows, there are two sects in the world that are good at manipulating music. One is the Qingyin Sect of the Le family, and the other is the Moyin Sect of the Demon Sect. The disciples of these two sects are the most capable of confusing people with music.

Among them, Qingyinmen is not bad. Although the musical method is extremely impressive, it hurts not many people. The most important thing is to study music, write lyrics and compose music, and rarely participate in the revenge of the martial arts world.

Unlike the Qingyin Sect, the musical learning of the Magic Yin Sect is mainly used in the fight against the enemy in the world. It is best at controlling people with music. In the era when the Magic Sect was most rampant, it harmed many children in the martial arts world. Although it has been restrained, the previous methods are still there. The successors in the sect still focus on music, and they can often achieve miraculous effects.

With Yang Yi's current martial arts master's realm, no matter the children of the Qingyin Sect or the Moyin Sect, it is impossible for him to be very threatening. Only martial arts masters who are on par with his realm or higher than his realm can become his opponent.

Now the flute-playing person's flute sound came to his ears, which made Yang Yi feel unbearable. Only the Qinyin and the sect leader of the Moyin Sect have this method. Therefore, Yang Yi asked whether the person who came was the Qingyin Sect or the Moyin Sect leader.

The sound of the flute continued to sound, and gradually leaves began to fall in the woods. The weeds on the ground slowly stood up like javelins, and all the grass heads were aimed at Yang Yi.

The murderous aura gradually arises.

The originally soft flute sound gradually became cold and stern, from the ray of spring just now to the sternness of autumn, and walked towards the cold winter with great strides.

The sound of the flute suddenly raised. After a sharp long sound, the fallen leaves floating in the air suddenly stretched out and shot towards Yang Yi like a sharp sword.

At the same time, the weeds under your feet also rose up from the ground and shot towards Yang Yi.

"good!"

Yang Yi laughed to the sky, "This is the music everyone!"

He raised his feet and stomped in a loud laugh.

"boom!"

The earth cracked, and a stream of air rushed out, rushing out the weeds that shot towards him from the ground and fell to the ground. At the same time, the leaves flying in were also blocked by the airflow, deviating from the original target, bypassing Yang Yi, and flying towards the nearby tree.

After a few slight sounds of "Shit" sounds, a bunch of leaves passed through the trunks of the big branches and "Tu Tu" was inserted onto several other big trees.

At this time, Xiao Yin became even more anxious. The huge rock behind Yang Yi began to shake. He suddenly shook, and several gravels flew out of the huge rock and smashed into Yang Yi in the air.

"I finally found your location!"

Several gravels on this huge stone were obviously cut down by the Xiaoyin Yin Sword. Music can be played with tricks, but the movement of the Yin Sword breaking through the air cannot be hidden from Yang Yi's perception. When the Yin Sword slashed the huge stone, Yang Yi had already identified the location of the person who played the flute.

After avoiding the flying stone, Yang Yi roared, stretched out his palms and bowed, and suddenly pulled up the huge rock behind him. The soil was splashing everywhere, and the huge rock had been overturned by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's magical power was amazing at this time. Although the huge rock was large, he could easily raise it and flew with both arms. The huge rock made a sound of breaking through the air, and hit the distance like a meteor.

"Contact the hidden weapon!"
Chapter completed!