Genius Daddy in the City

"Send me a ride? Interesting!"

Ye Chen squinted his eyes and asked sharply, "Is Wu Meng asking you to kill me?"

"Good!"

Elder Rong, the second old man from Kurong, nodded his head and said, "Ye Nankang, you are a bit of cultivation to kill innocent people. Take Yuan Bubo as an example. If you do n’t kill his disciples, how will he find you? With Jiangbeisha, if you don't destroy Song's family, how can you blame him? "

"As an alliance of ancient warriors, I Wumeng naturally has its own set of rules. How can you strengthen the prestige of Wumeng without killing you?"

Ye Chen was happy: "According to what you mean, I killed Yuan Bubo's disciples, and I should kill them? Then how do you know why I want to kill Yuan Bubo's disciples? Why do you want to destroy the Song family?"

"One report after another, what's wrong?"

"can!"

Ye Chen grinned and smiled a little coldly: "Just as far as the two of you are today, it seems that I have to take the time to go to the headquarters of your Wumeng League, there is no need for Wumeng to exist!"

"Arrogance!"

Rong Lao hummed.

"Why so **** with him!"

Mo Wenjian interrupted the words of Elder Ku Rong and stared directly at Ye Chen: "Ye Nan Kuang, I will ask you today, have you ever regretted it?"

"regret?"

Ye Chen's laughter rang the entire Yufeng Tower: "To say regret, then what I regret is to accompany you a few old dogs to say so much nonsense, five old dogs, don't roll over and lead to death!"

The words came out.

The five men in the distance were furious, and their energy burst out.

"boom!"

The five strengths are like Changhong's continuous sun, which makes the buildings within the Royal Wind Tower faintly tremble.

Wei Wuya's face was gloomy: "Ye Nankang, your tone is too great, aren't you afraid of blowing yourself to death?"

Huang Quan's ancestor lay quietly on the spot, turning his eyes slickly, a harmless look of humans and animals.

Hit it! Hit it!

Mo Wenjian's face was cold and cold, followed by a sneer, and then gave the five people a cold look, and the five people nodded secretly.

next moment.

Five majestic energies swept away at the same time, bringing out an unusually powerful whistle.

At this moment, the five shot at the same time, and the offensive was extremely tricky and fierce to attack Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stood up in the air, looking at the fierce and fierce offensive of the five, his eyes flickered with disdain, and then he reached out and grabbed the old harp in front of Huang Quan's ancestor.

The Guqin suddenly lased at him, and at the same time his indifferent voice sounded: "Let me teach you what to play!"

The voice fell.

Ye Chen erected Erlang's legs in the air, put Guqin on his thigh, and put his ten fingers lightly on the strings. With the movement of the strings, sounds similar to the ancient war drums followed.

The rhythm of the drums was slow, almost every second.

"咚 ... 咚 ... 咚 ......"

Ye Chen spit out softly: "Changing the wind, the flute is cold."

Hear the words.

The physical shape of the five people continued unabated, and Wei Wuya smirked subconsciously: "Dead to death, you still have a heart to play chants. You can rename it Ye Yewang!"

"This is a general order?"

On the contrary, Mo Wenjian's face changed slightly. He heard the loose lead of the general's order from the sound of the piano, simulating the three-way cymbals before the war.

"kill him!"

The old man Rong Rong shouted in unison, and leapt to Ye Chen first.

"咚 ... 咚 ... 咚 ..."

At this time, Ye Chen doubled the speed of the strings, and the frequency of the drum sounds from Guqin began to increase.

The air around Guqin fluctuated accordingly.

As soon as Elder Ku Rong jumped a few steps, he felt an inexplicable throbbing of his heart, as if being grasped by someone, very depressed.

The closer they were to Ye Chen, the faster the heart throbbed, the two could not help but stop their bodies, and their hearts were horrified.

"There is something wrong with his piano sound!" The old man changed his face, full of horror, as if he had discovered something.

The Master Killer hurriedly said: "This person is proficient in the art of sound killing, and can no longer let him play. Let's take a shot together.

Of course, music can cultivate sentiment, delight the body and mind, and it can also kill people. Especially for practitioners, they can perfuse their own mood and cultivation into the strings, and the sound of the pop-up piano is powerful.

He had met a strange woman who carried a guqin everywhere he went. At that time, a gangster was raving about the beauty of the woman and wanted to subdue it, but it annoyed the woman.

The other party held Guqin directly and went to the roof of the gangster's headquarters to talk about a song. When the song was over, dozens of corpses were lying on the ground.

The master's words immediately awakened everyone, and the five of them no longer kept their hands. The spirit of the body was violently violent, and the wind was under their feet, attacking Ye Chen from five directions.

at the same time.

Ye Chen's faint voice sounded again: "The sunset in the desert, the moon is empty!"

At this moment, the frequency of Ye Chen's two-handed strings is getting faster again. Ten fingers dazzle dancing. Every time you flick a string, a powerful force bursts out of that string, like an invisible dagger. Generally want to lasing around.

"Listen to camel bells day and night and follow my dreams into my hometown."

The ancestor of Huang Quan, who was on the side, was stunned for a while, when the eyes of the 24k titanium alloy dog ​​were almost not blinded.

Obediently, on pretense, in the whole world, who can compete with this evil star, even my ancestors are sighing, and I would like to worship the wind, no wonder that this evil star is a beautiful woman everywhere!

When the five were less than ten steps away from Ye Chen, they suddenly felt an invisible energy running towards them.

The crowd changed in color, and they couldn't help but scream, urging the body to hold their breath.

next moment.

An invisible force of bombardment hit them, and a few of them immediately felt an immense amount of strength coming in, their bodies involuntarily regressed several steps before they could stand.

"Three feet of Qingfeng in his hand, six letters from his pillow!"

With Ye Chen's words fall.

The frequency of the piano sound has become faster again, and the momentum has also changed abruptly. If the three-way stock before the war was simulated, it now sounds like a blowing horn.

But Ye Chen's fluctuating strings were almost elusive, leaving only afterimages.

The sound of a fierce battle on the battlefield sounded all around, as if millions of soldiers were engaged in a fierce battle of life and death. Excitement, excitement, blood, killing, mobilizing the heartbeat frequency of everyone.

"puff!"

Wei Wuya spit out a lot of blood, and his face was horrified: "Not good, the sound of his piano can move people's mind!"

"Everyone, calm down!"

The master of quitting said something subconsciously.

But next moment.

I saw Ye Chen's hands picking a string suddenly, and then quickly put it up, as if photographed on the strings, the whole Guqin trembled, and a golden halo lingered around the Guqin.

From the seven strings of the guqin, seven qualitative sharp blades were radiated. The sharp blades shone with a metallic luster and struck five people such as Mo Wenjian with a sound of breaking air.

(Ps: Chapter Nine.)