Supreme Medicinal God

? On the fourth floor of the Refining Demon Tower, Ye Feng heard a melodious piano sound, and a faint scent came to the wind.

The two floors seem to be different, and the fourth floor is like an ordinary place, with no blue sky and white clouds, and no sea of ​​hell.

There is only an empty large flat floor, a red sandalwood wooden table, a xiangding, an old man with a fairy bone, and a quaint guqin.

The old man nodded to Ye Feng with a smile: "Congratulations on coming to the fourth floor. It's not easy to get to the fairy on this floor. The strength at least exceeds the third-order level of Dixian."

Ye Feng smiled: "Oh, I don't know how old the elders are?"

"Old man Jie Jieqin, what a fairy, this little brother, you lifted me up."

I glanced at the fourth floor, and at a glance I saw the stairs to the fifth floor, which is the innermost of the fourth floor.

But Ye Feng knew that it was not that simple to go to the fifth floor.

He asked with a smile: "Excuse me, can I go to the fifth floor?"

The old man playing the piano smiled: "Of course, please."

Ye Feng was overjoyed. The first two floors were so mysterious. What the hell is the sea of ​​fire, what stream of bamboo forests, only this fourth floor is the simplest, you can go directly to the fifth floor from the stairs.

He greeted the old man playing the piano: "Thank you, bye."

"Brother, won't you stay and listen to a song?"

"No, I still have things. I will listen to the old man playing the piano later when I have a chance."

Ye Feng strode the meteor to the stairs. Although Ye Feng had a smile on his face, his heart was extremely nervous. I don’t know why. This old man playing the piano is more difficult to deal with than the flaming giant lizard on the first two floors, especially the other. Being calm and calm, Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate.

Passing in front of the old man, I thought that there would be a sudden attack, but the old man only cares about playing the piano, the sound of the piano is melodious, and Ye Feng really wants to sit down and listen to a song.

Ye Feng walked up to the stairs and glanced at the old man, who smiled at him.

"Goodbye, old man, you are a good person."

"Haha, is it a good person? It is too early to say."

No matter who you are, as long as you don’t stop me from going upstairs, I don’t know what will happen on the fifth floor.

Ye Feng ascended the stairs. The old man playing the piano had no intention of stopping. Ye Feng was happy. It was so good, peaceful coexistence, stability and harmony.

However, when Ye Feng was on the fifth floor, he was immediately stupid. He still heard the endless sound of the old man. The fifth floor was still the fourth floor, and the old man greeted himself with a smile.

"Brother, why are you back?"

Ye Feng was stunned and stared at the old man in amazement: "Old man, what level are you here?"

"Haha, the layer is not important, it is important."

Ye Feng gritted his teeth, trotting all the way, and rushed to the upper floor, still the same floor, a table, an old man, a Xiangding.

"Haha, brother, why are you back?"

Ye Feng ignored the old man and ran three times in a row, and finally stopped in front of the old man.

He understood that the stairs going upstairs were fake, and he was caught in a loop. The old man apparently sent himself upstairs. In fact, he knew that no matter how many times he went up, he would return to the fourth floor.

Ye Feng sat down on the futon in front of the old man: "Old man, you can tell the truth. How can I go to the fifth floor instead of returning to the fourth floor?"

The old man smiled and said, "How do you let me go to the fifth floor if you listen to me?"

Ye Feng had no choice but to go to the fifth floor to listen to this old man playing a song.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, old people please."

"Then you have to listen."

A tremolo sounded, the sound was endless, but the frequency was extremely short, just like a thunder thundering in my ears, Ye Feng's heart was impetuous and blood was floating.

The sonic waves that are hard to see with the naked eye contain powerful energy, which is more powerful than the dazzling sword light. Ye Feng rushes from all directions, and the momentum is no less than that of Ye Feng.

"Good guy, waiting for me here."

The aura shield on Ye Feng's wrist was automatically defended against attacks, and a golden light surrounded Ye Feng heavily.

Boom, boom, boom, sound waves continually knocked on the defensive light curtain. Although they could not rush in, Ye Feng was shocked.

Ye Feng understands that it is impossible to listen to the old man's full song with the defense of the Aura Shield alone. The palm of his hand is dazzling, and the sky is full of wind and rain.

Jianguang and sound waves met in mid-air, and waves of energy surged in all directions, hitting the walls of the demon tower, marking a deep sword mark.

Ye Feng only understood why the fourth floor was so empty at that time, because the tower spirit knew that the shock wave generated by the impact of his sword gas and sound waves would destroy everything, so there was no furniture here.

The Xiang Ding was within the protection scope of the old man playing the piano, but the sword gas was constantly chopped on the Xiang Ding, and the sandalwood in the Xiang Ding was cut into several pieces.

The old man playing the piano was surrounded by Ye Feng's sword light. His snow-white long whiskers fluttered in the wind, and his pupils shone brilliantly. Where is it like an old man, whose body is stronger than young people and stronger than young people.

Ye Feng secretly played the majestic majesty of the old man, and the old man secretly marveled at the strength of Ye Feng's sword. The two played one piano and one sword and played a half a catty.

Ye Feng secretly rejoiced that he had just met the masked warrior on the third floor, and the divine power actually dried up, but at the critical moment, the part of the burning energy drawn from the demon king demon pill replenished the divine power in time, and also inspired the power of the blood of the ancient god clan. , Which is equivalent to performing two arcane wars.

Suddenly, Ye Feng clenched his fists in both hands, and the sky and the shadow of the sword disappeared. Xiaofeijian's nine swords were united, condensed into a golden gleaming five-finger broad sword in the air, and beheaded at the old man.

A ray of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, his hands flicked, and a heavy sound wave was like a roaring dragon, greeted by the giant sword he had cut off.

Boom, the Xiang Ding beside the old man was torn apart, the old man's little finger shook inexplicably, the tail string broke off, the little finger was injured by the string, and a strand of blood slipped down the broken string.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the old man sighed: "Five thousand years, someone finally listened to the old man."

"Old man, your piano sound is so powerful, I was lucky to win a half stroke, disrespect, disrespect."

The old man secretly admired: "Brother, your strength is not small. You have already crossed two levels. The strength in the body is still like a tide. You have passed this level."

The old man's fingers flicked gently in the air, a golden light flashed, a staircase leading to the fifth floor flashed a golden light, and a scorching breath came from the building.

(End of this chapter)