Chapter 200

"Old three, can you hold it?"

In the tents of the five worshippers, everyone was meditating. The big worshippers looked at the three worshippers, frowning, sweating and chanting scriptures. They couldn't help but care.

His face couldn't stop smoking. The three worshippers took a deep breath and murmured, "I'm fine, but Mo Shaoqiu is really powerful. Now I can only retract my mental strength and keep the five of us safe in the tent for the time being. There's nothing to do on a large scale. The old boy won this time, alas!"

Three worshippers shook their heads and sighed. They were obviously unwilling, but they were full of helplessness.

The worshipper's eyes shushed slightly, looked at the continuous drizzle outside the tent and breathed: "it's said that the night rain in Xiaoxiang is not Shaoqiu. It's said that his sound wave skill can't be withstood even by heaven. Every time this mourning song comes out, it will rain in tears in the sky for nine days. When I see it today, if the real name is true, I don't know who else is his opponent in the field of mind control in this world!"

"Yes, he is really a top expert in this field. He is amazing. He can't refuse!"

The third worshipper smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked worried at the big worshipper and said, "boss, Mo Shaoqiu is so terrible. I'm worried about those Dolls..."

"You don't have to worry. Before leaving, brother Yelv said that those dolls would be taken care of by the young man surnamed Yang. Everything would be fine!"

"He?"

Chuckling, the three worshippers said in disapproval: "Even if a younger generation is talented enough to achieve spiritual cultivation at a young age, it is commendable. But after all, he is too young. He may be able to cope with ordinary spiritual masters, but when he meets today's top artistic control master, Mo Shaoqiu. I'm afraid he doesn't have to look after other dolls. Whether he can withstand this round of sound wave skill or not is unknown."

As soon as he said this, the other offerings looked at each other and were full of worry.

But just then, in the low flute sound, a clear song suddenly sounded and spread into everyone's ears.

"All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories..."

"What's that sound?"

The ears moved, and the big offering looked at the rest of the people for unknown reasons. The four offerings also frowned slightly, with doubts on their faces.

After a while, in the melodious rhythm, the three offerings unknowingly shed a drop of tears.

This

The third priest wiped the moisture on his withered cheeks and was shocked: "how is it possible? I cried unconsciously? And there was an inexplicable feeling in my heart. Is it difficult..."

"Third, what's going on?"

"There are experts!"

His eyes burst, and the three worshipped an incredible way: "a peerless master has shot, and he is definitely a master level figure of mind control. As soon as he made a sound, he pressed Mo Shaoqiu's soul song down. Even before I knew it, I had been attacked!"

what?

Qi Qi was shocked. All the worshippers looked at the three offerings in disbelief and were shocked.

After all, these three offerings are masters of mind control magic. They can influence him instantly. How can this person's mind control magic reach the degree of rebellion?

With this in mind, the remaining four were not calm.

Who is this later master of casting magic? Is he an enemy or a friend?

If it's the enemy, he can even influence the mood of the third, aren't they all very dangerous?

While thinking about it, suddenly, the four of them were still in their bodies and could not move. Inexplicably, they felt a sadness at the bottom of their hearts, but this sadness quickly turned into an upward incentive, which moved them and gave them more vigorous energy.

What kind of music is this? It's so weird. What's the man's intention?

On the withered old face, tears flowed, and the big worshippers sobbed with emotion on their faces while crying anxiously in their hearts.

It's over. Now they're all gone.

At the same time, those soldiers who were about to commit suicide were about to wave their weapons, but they stopped when a melodious song sounded.

Then, they looked at the place where the voice came from. Yang Feng walked in the rain with a gentle smile and murmured a beautiful melody: "I can't rise and fall with the wave, for my beloved relatives..."

Dangdang!

One by one, the blades fell to the ground. The people looked at him deeply and stopped moving. The tears in their eyes were also splashing.

Previously, because of Mo Shaoqiu's flute sound, the low mood was also reversed in an instant under Yang Feng's song. Instead of despair, there was new vitality.

This song is the famous song of Teacher Liu Huan. Let's start again.

The background of writing songs is the tide of laid-off in those years. Many workers lost their financial resources and were forced into despair.

But it is because after listening to teacher Liu Huan's song that many people start a business again and stand up again.

I have to say, this song is extremely inspirational.

Yang Feng used this song to deal with Mo Shaoqiu's Requiem. It really suits the case and saved everyone in the barracks from despair.

Mo Shaoqiu, who was playing leisurely on a high mountain hundreds of miles away, couldn't help but stop. His eyes shook fiercely and sneered: "Oh, there is a master of spirit control in them. Moreover, this man seems to be better than the one just now. Hum, good, good. Let me strengthen my skills and meet you later!"

Shua!

With that, Mo Shaoqiu's mourning song rises again.

Only this time, his terrible mental power flooded the escort army like a mountain torrent. He vowed to put out the fire of hope that Yang Feng had just ignited for everyone again, and kill Yang Feng together by the way.

As one of the top peerless masters in mind control, he has this confidence.

Yang Feng was like an idol singer. Under the attention of all the soldiers, he enjoyed the strength of the wheat bully in his community, but he suddenly felt a spirit of gloom and despair coming towards him, and couldn't help laughing with contempt.

Want something hard? Let's see who's harder.

"Brothers, the climax is coming. Come with me and sing!"

"If the heart is there, the dream is there. There is true love between heaven and earth!"

WOW!

For a moment, all the people were excited and roared together. Under the summary of Yang Feng's strong spiritual power, they rushed to Mo Shaoqiu's spiritual power, and immediately dispersed his desperate and gloomy spiritual power.

Mo Shaoqiu, who was hundreds of miles away, couldn't help shaking his body. He stepped back five steps, and a mouthful of blood gushed out involuntarily. His face was as solemn as black charcoal.

"I'm so strong. I didn't expect that I would lose the battle on sound wave skill. Who? Who's hiding in the barracks?"

"Brother Mo, what's the matter with you?"

The seven men in black behind him asked hurriedly when they saw him like this.

His eyes were slightly shying. Mo Shaoqiu didn't have time to answer, but he suddenly felt a terrible spiritual wave in front of him, rushing towards him like a raging wave.

This time, Yang Feng didn't choose to just beat him back. Instead, he pushed his powerful spiritual force back along the direction of the spiritual force from his flute.

"The sea?"

Looking at the spiritual power that could not be seen at that glance, Mo Shaoqiu was almost crying as soon as he pulled out his face.

What kind of monster is hidden in the other party's barracks? How can the spiritual power be so strong that it is simply unfathomable!

Boom!

The panic in his eyes had not yet risen, and Yang Feng's terrible spiritual wave had drowned him in an instant.

Mo Shaoqiu's body stagnated and his head lowered. He couldn't move at once!