Fortunately, they also entered the school, and they were afraid that Xia Jinyuan would not be able to find them, so they kept looking for them at the venue, and then... they heard from the microphone that the next performer was actually students!

Such a coincidence, a huge surprise!

Xia Jinyuan didn't even hang up the call. When the stage fell into darkness, his gaze fell tightly on the stage and his breathing gradually became restrained.

Xu Wen walked out with the pipa in her arms. Because the stage was dark, she was a little nervous again. She didn't pay attention to the cable below. She tripped her feet and fell forward. She just fell forward a little. Ye Jian beside her steadily supported Xu Wen whose face had changed.

"Don't panic, take a deep breath, think about how we practiced before, think about what kind of momentum we should play with the pipa." Ye Jian helped her and said calmly: "I like "The Ten-Side Ambush" just because I think of my comrade-in-arms, Xu Wen, please play it well, thank you."

Comrade? Are you a student in the class? Xu Wen did not understand Ye Jian's Chinese words, but with her comfort, she was tripped and her heart gradually stabilized. She took a few deep breaths and stroked her chest. Then she said, "Okay, wrap me up! Bounce out a bigger momentum than before!"

"Okay!" Ye Jian nodded lightly.

Xu Wen walked to her position, sat down slowly with the pipa in her arms, and Ye Jian walked to the center of the stage accurately.

A beam of light that was not bright and a little dark yellow light shone on Xu Wen, who was already sitting with a pipa. She saw her wrist softly and gently lifting, and the sound was not very strong, but the "clang" sound that made people's heart strings instantly tighten...

The second beam of light illuminated in her "clang" sound, shining on Ye Jian, who held a sword with one hand and was covered in camouflage, had not even started yet, and the audience burst into applause instantly!

"Zheng...zheng...zheng...zheng...zheng...zheng...zheng..."

As if a storm came, Ye Jian, holding the sword in one hand, began a high and exciting sword dance, with a magnificent sword dance, his figure swirled and his long sword danced. In the grand "smart" of the pipa, the students in the audience seemed to hear the golden drum trumpet before the war, and in the long sword that Ye Jian waved, it seemed to have traveled through time and space, standing on the high clouds, looking down at the ancient soldiers below holding up the spears and swords in their hands, shouting loudly.

The sound of the singular sound is fast, sometimes slow; sometimes strong, sometimes weak, Ye Jian's sound of a cold wind comes, "When the two armies fought to the decisive battle, the sound of the world moved the sky and the tiles on the roof fell like flying!"

Her comrades, the two armies are fighting decisively, life and death are unknown, please remember that she is still waiting for your return here, please come back safely!

The figure swirled, the sword suddenly became chaotic, and the light always followed Ye Jian's figure, always covering Ye Jian. All the students' breathings tightened, there seemed to be heavy stones pressing down on their hearts, and their hands were powerful, and their emotions were all driven by Ye Jian.

What kind of mood is Ye Jian now? Then what kind of mood is the students watching?

As Ye Jian jumped and the sword cut through the sky, he saw her moving forward quickly, as if using the sword in her hand to defeat all the enemies in front of her and fight out a bloody path.

kill!

kill!

kill!

rush!

rush!

rush!
Chapter completed!