The sound of flute deters
The man in white stepped slowly into the battle, the moonlight streaming all over him, casting no shadow on the ground. The jade flute in his hand turned gently, and the sound of the flute suddenly rose, turning into an actual sound wave, shaking the blood of the people. Green cloud son facial expression is a white, force operation method just steady body shape, Stern voice shouts a way: "What square tall person, report to come on name!"
"Ten Thousand Sound Valley, Xiao Yao." White people voice qingle, jade flute pointing to Lin Yi, "With star meteorite iron follow me, protect you today."
The woman in red stood in front of Lin Yi, the Flames on the blade flickered and flickered under the pressure: "When did wanyingu meddle in the affairs of Chiyanmen? This boy is our lifesaver, and no one can take him away!" Behind her, the disciples of Chiyanmen offered offerings one after another, a defensive formation, but secretly clenched their fistsーー the flute in the pressure, clearly far more than all the people present.
Seiun's eyes flickered and he suddenly smiled. "Since Xiao Daoyou has come forward, this matter is naturally open to discussion, but star meteorite iron is of great importance. If it falls into the wrong hands...", xiao Yao's flute suddenly became sharp, several towering trees exploded in the sound waves, and sawdust fell like a rainstorm.
"Noisy." Xiao Yao took back the jade flute, "Don't leave within three breaths, Million Sound Valley will your voice, forever in the flute."
Red Yan Door and Qing Yun Zong's disciple face each other, many people began to tremble legs. Lin Yi clenched his fists, star meteorite iron in the body is still restless, but he can clearly feel, the eyes of Xiao Yao although strong, but there is no killing. The fate of the nuclear slightly hot, emerging a line of tips: [ this person knows the secret of meteor iron, temporarily harmless ]
"I follow you to walk." Lin Yi suddenly opens a mouth, disregard the red dress woman's exclamation, stride toward Xiao Yao. He lowered his voice. "Where are you taking me?"
"Ask too much, the tongue will become flute membrane." Xiao Yao glanced at him, jade flute light point on the ground, a sound waves into invisible ladder straight to the sky, "Up."
Lin Yi gritted her teeth and stepped up the stairs. Looking back, red flame door all face unwilling, green cloud son is gloomy face staring at him. As his figure disappeared into the clouds, there was a sudden jolt from the ground-deep in the ruins, a stone tablet covered with runes rose from the ground, its ancient writing glistening in the moonlight. As if telling a secret. . .