Send a red envelope to heaven

Chapter 330
"This kid is finished now."

Feng Xiumo saw that the determination on Cheng Sheng's face disappeared and turned into a confused expression, and he knew that Cheng Sheng was going to die. This was exactly the feeling of being lost in an illusion.

Once caught in this infinite illusion and dominated by desire, this kid will only become an idiot in the end.

"end."

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Feng Xiumo took a breath and whispered in the ears of everyone except Cheng Sheng, and all those who had fallen into the illusion woke up immediately.

"Ah, me, what's wrong with me, my mansion, I'm swimming."

"Damn, what's going on, I just saw four or five beauties, and it's the critical moment."

The continuous yelling and cursing made Feng Xiumo frown, but he was relieved immediately.

Being able to have this kind of effect is the reason why Fengxiumo's piano sound is so powerful, it makes people fall into a real illusion, and even can't distinguish between reality and illusion, until they wake up, they are still reluctant to part with the illusion.

The seven-stringed guqin made by craftsmen in the realm of heaven and man is really extraordinary!
Feng Xiumo has been famous for a long time, everyone on the field only knows that Feng Xiumo is powerful, and his swordsmanship is powerful in the ancient martial arts world, but what they don't know is that Feng Xiumo's strongest is actually the illusion of guqin performance.

"Hehe, it's alright, everyone, how about my Yin-Mi Yin Absorbing Soul Art?" Feng Xiumo's voice was like thunder, and this sound transmission through energy transformation finally awakened everyone completely.

Illusion, what was just now was an illusion.

The people on the field looked at me and I looked at you. It took a long time to let out a sigh of relief, recalling everything just now, and sweat had already wet the back.

In just 10 minutes, there were at least a hundred people on the field, all of whom were recruited without exception. If it wasn't for Feng Xiumo's mercy, I'm afraid they would have to explain it here.

This level of strength is so frightening, you only need to play a lightly when you meet an enemy, and the enemy is probably already stupid.

"This Miyin Destroying Soul Art is the old man's secret. In the past, I met an ancient warrior who was in the realm of heaven and man. I competed with him for three days in rhythm, and I was slightly better than the next one, so I created this Miyin. The soul-absorbing formula."

Feng Xiumo's faint voice came, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

What kind of concept is it that he won the three-day sparring with the ancient martial arts expert in the realm of heaven and man?

Don't you guys be so stupid that the two ancient martial arts masters just competed in the melody so simple, Feng Xiumo won, at least it shows that even the realm of heaven and man can't resist this mysterious Miyin Soul Absorbing Art.

Looking at the only fool in the audience who was still in a hallucination, everyone had one thought, that is, he was finished.

"Tsk tsk, poor Sanshanmen, you pay the money obediently, and follow the orders of the leader of the wind, isn't it over?"

"Yeah, why do you have to jump out to die? It's all right now, and I'll take my life."

Everyone also sighed for this young man, but most of them gloated over his misfortune.

The ancient martial arts world is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Since Feng Xiumo didn't wake up Cheng Sheng, he subconsciously wanted to take his life.

"Cheng Sheng, Cheng Sheng, wake up quickly."

Lin Xiameng was so anxious that tears were about to come out. She had also fallen into an illusion just now, and now she woke up and heard the people around her say that, and she was also very anxious.

Even Ning Cansheng was worried, this time was different from before.

This time, even a person in the realm of heaven and man lost to Feng Xiumo, brother Sheng is too careless.

It's a pity that Cheng Sheng can't hear the sound of the outside world at all. He is still trapped in an endless illusion and hasn't been able to come out.

"Hmph, Sanshanmen, are you willing to accept the verdict of the leader?" Feng Xiumo said with a cold face.

Ning Cansheng had a bitter face, so he nodded and said: "I accept, Sanshanmen is willing to pay all the expenses for this meeting."

The corners of Feng Xiumo's mouth curled up slightly. Damn it, a bunch of bastards who don't cry when they don't see the coffin, why did they go so early.

"Well, wait a minute, who is that woman next to me?"

Feng Xiumo didn't pay attention just now, and then he discovered Lin Xiameng, who was pear blossoms and raining, and was dumbfounded for a moment.

What kind of human character is this, to appear here unexpectedly, if you can kiss Fangze, even if you live a few years less.

"You, what are you doing?" Lin Xiameng said in horror when she spotted Feng Xiumo with a wretched face.

While looking at Lin Xiameng, Feng Xiumo praised: "You are this kid's girlfriend, you don't look bad, but it's a pity, forget it, I reluctantly accept it."

"Congratulations, Lord Feng."

"The leader of the wind alliance, Hong Fu Qitian, has obtained such a beauty."

Now that the Sanshan Gate is single and weak, everyone on the field has turned to Feng Xiumo's side.

"Feng, leader Feng, you're over here, please cancel the illusion." Ning Cansheng gritted his teeth.

However, it was Feng Xiumo who answered him with a cold face, "Come here, take this woman away for me, the martial arts conference is over."

"You, you are breaking the law."

Lin Xiameng was terrified, and then several sect disciples from the same clan as Feng Xiumo stepped forward, ready to take Lin Xiameng away with dark smiles, after all, the leader had spoken.

Cheng Sheng was still sitting on the ground motionless, but no one saw him, a faint green light appeared on his body.

In the illusion, Cheng Sheng squinted his eyes slightly, and was already sweating profusely. This illusion was really powerful. If he hadn't already become a fairy-level figure and had immunity to all kinds of desires, he might have really fallen.

"It's a pity, you didn't realize that I, Cheng Sheng, is an immortal in the Heavenly Court after all your calculations. This fake fairyland red envelope group illusion, how can it be as refreshing as the real one."

Cheng Sheng laughed loudly, and then a green light appeared on his hand, and with a slight splash, all the beauties and luxury cars in front of him disappeared.

It's not that Feng Xiumo's Miyin Devotion Art is not strong, but that this kind of temptation is really not interesting to Cheng Sheng. You must know that Cheng Sheng was in the Xianjia red envelope group, which time did he not get a treasure? Can all things affect him?

Even though there were red envelope groups in the illusion, Cheng Sheng didn't feel that sense of reality.

After seeing these illusions, they are gone, like passing clouds.

"Cheng Sheng, save me."

Suddenly, Cheng Sheng heard a shout, and quickly opened his eyes. Seeing this, he immediately became furious.

I saw a few disciples of the Bo Yuemen sect preparing to take Lin Xiameng away forcibly.

Damn it, the bastard Feng Xiumo took advantage of Lao Tzu's absence to take Lin Xiameng away.

"You are so courageous, Feng Xiumo, don't you want Wendou?"

Cheng Sheng's roar reverberated in the field, everyone was stunned, Feng Xiumo looked dazed, this kid woke up unexpectedly, how could it be possible, didn't he fall into a hallucination?
"A scholar can kill with one stroke."

Cheng Sheng was furious to the extreme, if he woke up later, Lin Xiameng would be taken away and insulted.

Thinking of how this beautiful secretary cooks for him every day and was almost taken away now, Cheng Sheng was furious.

"Whoosh."

A few writing brushes appeared and flew out of Cheng Sheng's hands, and naturally they stole them from the stage with aerial photography.

Immediately, several shrill screams rang out, and those disciples of the sect were directly pierced through the throat by the scholar's writing brush, and they couldn't die any more.

Standing proudly in the field, Cheng Sheng pointed at Feng Xiumo with a brush in his hand and shouted.

"Your moves are nothing more than that, it doesn't work for me at all."

(End of this chapter)