Silent Crown Chapter 323: In Xiaye Qingxuan…

　　 If one of the opponents Colt wants to see the least in Auschwitz, then this guy is without exception, he must be in the top few.

　　 even surpassed the originally planned strong enemy "Gavin".

　　Nothing, this kind of musician who only emphasizes the destructive power of the movement and is good at destroying a wide area, is too threatening.

　　 "Oh? It's Colt."

　　Samuel recognized him, his eyes lit up: "Don't talk nonsense, do you want to fight?"

　　 Colt snorted coldly, not wanting to bother him. Instead, it stopped other musicians:

　　"He is the only inheritor of the ‘Destroyed Gate’ of this generation, the battlefield musician among the battlefield musicians-what he is best at is mass destruction movements.

　　 really started, maybe someone here can win. But he can definitely take half of Auschwitz to his burial, not to mention..."

　　 In the second half of the sentence, Colt didn't say it, but just blew a whistle, revealing a tacit look in each other's eyes:

　　 What's more, the teacher is still watching from the sky!

　　Aren’t you afraid of being put on shoes in this trial?

　　 Soon, after Samuel passed, in the rainy night, someone staggered again.

　　The young man's clothes were ragged, his body was bruised, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a beggar. As he walked along, rain and mud poured into his shoes, panting.

　　 It’s really hard to imagine what he went through before he came here after a fierce competition all the way.

　　 "Is it a lucky guy?" In the sky, several scepter judges glanced and said lightly: "It's useless if you come here, you can't get in."

　　 Among them, an illusory old man slowly frowned and said nothing.

　　 As the man approached, the faint light illuminates his bruised face, and the old man on that day was stunned: "Simon?"

　　 "Simon?"

In front of 　　, who is also the representative of the illusion school, Rebecca frowned. She also recognized the embarrassed young man. But she couldn't think of how he fell to such a degree-she could hardly recognize this formidable enemy that had always competed with herself.

　　 "Bah, what Simon?"

　　 The young man took a sip in disdain:

　　"Have you been looking for me for a long time? The uncle can change the name, sit down and change the surname... That's right, I am Ye Qingxuan! Something is coming to me!"

　　 Click it! Click it! Click it! Click...

　　 A series of small sounds. It was the sound of dislocation of the mandible and the chin falling to the ground.

　　Everyone looked at this proud-looking guy dullly, and couldn't figure out what was going on: Friends, do you think you can pretend to be an Oriental by dyeing your hair with inferior hair dye?

　　The master of Angelu is still in the sky, is it really okay for you to talk so casually?

　　"Ye Qingxuan?"

　　 is in the sky. Mr. Hu was also stunned, and stared at the master beside him blankly: "He has changed so much, how did he become like this? Is it broken in love?"

　　 The mysterious person who appeared in Maxwell’s office also coughed violently, with a complex and tangled expression. After a long time, he smiled with difficulty and turned his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know him..."

　　 While on the ground,'Ye Qingxuan' is staring at the people in front of the door intently.

　　 "You guys!"

　　 He raised his voice, and asked in a low voice, "Who knows Old Fei?"

　　Old fee?

　　The musicians looked at each other. I don't know who "Old Fei" is, his eyes solemn: Is there any mysterious strong musician hiding in Auschwitz?

　　 hesitated for a long time, someone asked cautiously:

　　 "Who is Lao Fei?"

　　 "Hey, are you scared?"

　　'Ye Qingxuan' had a sneer on his face, his eyes widened, and he shouted in a solemn voice: "——Lao Fei is my dad! Are you afraid! Get out of the way if you are afraid! Be careful of my dad slap Shoot you guys to death..."

　　 silence.

　　 dead silence.

　　 Among the crowd, Rebecca quietly took two steps back, lowered her head, and felt humiliation from the bottom of her heart: She actually regarded this neuropathy as a strong competitor?

　　In the air, the illusory old man finally couldn't stand it anymore. A gloomy voice sounded:

　　 "Enough! Simon! Stop messing around."

　　 ‘Ye Qingxuan’ raised his head and saw the old man, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he was thinking of something. His complexion changed drastically, but after a long time, it suddenly dawned on me:

　　 "Are you Lao Fei?"

　　 He opened his arms in ecstasy: "Dad! I finally found..."

　　嘭!

　　 An invisible big hand emerged from the rain, grabbed Simon, and suddenly clenched it with a ‘pop’. It disappeared, and Simon also disappeared without a trace. Only the old man in the sky who was so angry that he was shivering, gritted his teeth and growled:

　　"—something shameful!"

　　 After a long silence, the musicians on the ground also remained silent, completely unable to understand what the **** was going on.

　　 "Does Simon have any genetic disease?" someone asked.

　　 "If I'm right..." Ariana from the mental image school said dryly, "He might be brainwashed."

　　 "By whom? Is it your psychology school?"

　　 "Stop kidding."

　　Arianna looked at the person who spoke coldly: "Do you think that brainwashing is as simple as erasing the words on white paper? Memory masking, personality resetting, self-recognition correction... There are hundreds of "hints" involved. Among them, there are no teachers who are equally proficient in this technique and the exquisite operation far beyond ordinary people. Don't mention it. In particular, the opponent is a musician like Simon, which involves Ingenious operation, a little carelessness will boil the human head into a paste.

　　 Compared to 　　, it’s easier to kill him! "

　　 "What if you come to do it? It's so difficult for you?" The person asked this, obviously uneasy. Asking this in front of everyone, his heart is shameful.

　　 "Huh."

　　Arianna smiled, her smile was unspeakable and charming, with a trace of magic: "What do you think?"

　　 The man's heart swayed, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, deeply regretted in his heart, why should he provoke the mentality of the school of mind. And Arianna smiled, as if nothing happened.

　　 But he obviously remembered that guy. Make him look good if you have the opportunity.

　　 "Enough, stop making trouble."

　　 Colt Flagg's voice was hoarse, cutting off the signs of infighting: "There are still ten minutes left. If you have any disputes, you might as well wait for the early morning. "

　　 He retracted his gaze, lowered his mind, and focused on the ‘Beacon’ he erected around him, exploring the etheric fluctuations.

　　 was in silence, but he heard other people's voices: "Hey, Colt, someone is coming."

　　 He was taken aback and raised his eyes.

　　 He saw the flames.

　　In the distance, at the end of the road, there was rain burning like flames.

　　 In the flames of the rain, a young man stepped onto the fire.

　　 His steps swayed and he didn’t pay attention to the distant crowd, as if he was immersed in his own world. He hummed a vague and long-lasting ballad in his throat. In that song, rain fell on his The body rises like a flame. Both feet stepped on the ground, and the mud wafted like waves on the surface of the water.

　　 It is pure ether that is changing, its nature is changing, but it is so invisible.

　　 turned into wind, condensed into rain, gathered into fire, and formed soil.

　　 is like an illusion.

　　 Colt frowned dissatisfiedly and looked behind him.

　　 "Today there are enough **** things!" He said coldly, "Rebecca, don't be joking, quickly cancel the "fulcrum"."

　　 Under everyone's gaze, Rebecca was taken aback, as if she understood something, cold sweat oozes on her forehead.

　　 "No, it's not me..."

　　 She waved her hand in a panic: "That's not my fulcrum at all."

　　 There was silence in the crowd, and everyone's eyes suddenly became serious.

　　 because of singing.

　　 The hoarse voice of the boy echoed in the rain, spreading in all directions. It seems to be a minor slang term, but it is quite unclear, just unspeakable and distant.

　　 seems to come from a mountain far away, and the singing echoes above the sky.

　　 In the singing, the nature of everything changes accordingly.

　　 in the dark.

　　 boy, stepping on the fire.

　　-

　　 There is silence in the sky.

　　"is the language of the East."

　　Someone looked at Mr. Hu, "Is this a student of your Imperial College? I have never heard of such a movement..."

　　 "No, it's just an oriental folk song. It's not a movement, and it has no effect."

　　 Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "Moreover, there are no Tianzhu people in our Imperial College. If I guess right, maybe it is another young man I have met?"

　　"Who is that?" The masters looked at each other, and there was no such young man in their school: "Is it the rising star of which monastic school or monastic society?"

　　 "Finally coming..."

　　 At the very end, the mysterious man washing his nose smiled happily~IndoMTL.com~ whispered softly:

　　 "You really made me wait, kid."

　　-

　　In the long silence, only the singing voice spread.

　　 In the faint singing, all the musicians stared at the young man who was singing and walking on the fire. Watching him step on the mud but move forward without hindrance, wherever he passed, there was flames of rain burning in the remaining footprints.

　　 The rain fell on him, and he poured him through, looking embarrassed and depressed, but he didn't realize it at all, but smiled happily.

　　 In the presence of so many hostile musicians, it still feels like a spring outing with ease.

　　 Rain water fell on him, falling on the layers of swords, and then sliding down along the hilt and blade, making those swords that seem to be ordinary products also mysterious.

　　 In his lightly humming song, the air became dignified and pressed against people’s hearts, making it hard to breathe.

　　 "Who?"

　　In the crowd, someone looked at him, frowning: "Selling knives?"

　　In the flowing flames and the burning rain, the boy took off the heavy turban and revealed his iconic white hair. The white hair gleamed in the fire, stinging people's eyes.

　　"Xia Ye Qingxuan..."

　　The young man stared at those faces with a hearty smile:

　　"——Special to sell swords." (To be continued.)