Pang Chunmei walked towards Wu Fan, her steps seemed very slow and light, like a spirit cat walking slowly on the ground, but in fact, it had arrived near Wu Fan in less than 0.3 seconds. Wu Fan had seen this visual difference before, when Wu Fan was playing Wu Tai Chi.

It's so amazing. Wu Fan realized that it was difficult to be his opponent. If he fought hard, he would have to die.

"Slowly, let's change the way. If you really start to move too much and have too strong destructive power, it will disturb others. Can you fight with me?"

Wu Fan suddenly said that at this time, Pang Chunmei's jade palm had quietly explored towards Wu Fan, and was close to Wu Fan's chest. Even if there was another 0.1 second, Wu Fan's heart would be shattered by Pang Chunmei's palm.

Pang Chunmei's body was fixed on the spot. Looking at the harmless young man, she let go of her guard, pondered for a few seconds, and said:

"Then you tell me the rules. As long as it is reasonable, I will accept it."

Wu Fan was not nervous, which surprised Pang Chunmei. Since he knew his identity, he should understand that he was doomed and was about to die, so why could he be so calm?

"Based on the guqin!"

Wu Fan said lightly, withdrew his sharpness in his eyes and looked at Pang Chunmei.

"Play the guqin?"

Pang Chunmei was confused.

"Yes!" Wu Fan replied, with the ancient well on his face.

"I understand that you know that the deadline has come. If you leave the world in this way, I will fulfill your wish!"

Pang Chunmei seemed to be relieved again. Since this young man knew him, he would also know how high his cultivation was. He had almost no chance of escaping. I guess he was also a guqin lover, even his own fan. He was about to die and his words were good. Since he wanted to listen to himself playing a song before he died, what's wrong with satisfying him?

The deadline has come?

Leaving the world?

Wu Fan was unhappy at that time. He was just the founder of the Pear Blossom Book. I was the king of the scum king who controls millions of great people.

Anyway, this is not the first time that someone has ignored it, just ignore it.

Fortunately, Pang Chunmei took her own way and stopped attacking, which left him with too much room for maneuver.

If Wu Fan's literary fighting style is based on his own mastery of music, he still has a certain chance of winning by using some ancient performers.

Pang Chunmei, wait for a while, I will slap you in the face with my actions. Wu Fan thought to himself, and a trace of curve was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

Brother Zha will let you see what real ancient performance is.

"Okay, Jinlian, just play a song for Brother Zha. Brother Zha is happy to listen to, maybe I can still give you some advice!"

Wu Fan said with a smile.

"Jinlian? My name is Pang Chunmei! I am a great generation of palace-level musicians, do you need your guidance?"

Pang Chunmei was invaded at that time. How could this young man be so mean? He was so meant to let him die without pain. Before he died, he admired his own playing and fulfilled his long-cherished wish. You must know that many officials of the court wanted to ask her for a song, but she politely refused. This young man really didn't know how to show up and died.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've seen too many Jin Pingmei. The names of Chunmei and Jinlian are so stupid that they can't tell the difference, but they are not much different. They are just sluts who serve wealthy families. It's okay if they are wrong, haha, do you think so?"

Wu Fan's smile was full of contempt. Wu Fan has always been unaware of these martial arts people who have been to the powerful, so he is merciless.

"You deserve to die. You are ungrateful. You wanted to satisfy your wish to die. Now it seems that there is no need to send you to the Pure Land!"

Pang Chunmei slowly moved forward, poked her right hand out, and took her heart straight to Wuwu's heart, which seemed to be extremely slow.

In fact, it was just an illusion of ordinary people. The endless afterimage flashed by, and the palm of the palm was already very close to Wu Fan.

The pear blossom and palm is an internal martial art that is the most yin and soft, and is more suitable for women to practice than Wing Chun. It is not only practical, but also quite beautiful.

There was a "bang" sound!

When Pang Chunmei's jade palm was only a few millimeters away from hitting Wu Fan's body, something hard appeared in front of Wu Fan.

"Buzz buzz ~~"

And there were bursts of buzzing sounds.

What's so hard that the fingers hurt a little.

Pang Chunmei withdrew her palm and looked up, and she was shocked, with an ancient guqin.

When she looked closely, she was even more shocked and couldn't help but mutter:

"Nine-Dao Huanpeng?"

"A famous piano forever?"

"It's not a fake, right?"

Zhang Chunmei felt a little unbelievable.

"Good eyesight, it's Jiuxiao Huanpei. I originally planned to let you play a song, but now it seems that there is no need. I will destroy it first and then duel with you!"

Wu Fan raised the Jiuxiao Ring Pair and was about to smash it on the ground.

"Slow down, you~...~, I..."

Pang Chunmei was anxious for a moment and didn't know what to say. She had only seen Jiuxiao Huanpei once, and at an auction, an invisible rich man sold it in the mainland for 800 million yuan.

The thousand-year-old guqin is called "Nine-Dao Huanpeng". The sycamore tree is made of the surface, the occipe is the base, and the whole body is painted with purple lacquer and repaired with many lacquers. The guqin in front of Pang Chunmei is not an ordinary guqin. It has a history of thousands of years and is worth up to 80yy.

You read that right, it's 80yy value. Wu Fan bought a Jiuxiao Ring Pear in the system.

This kind of piano was indeed worth only a few hundred taels of silver on the market in the Tang Dynasty, and only 100yy in the system mall. As of today's discount, Wu Fan only spent 80yyyy to buy the famous piano for the ages and worth 800 million soft sister coins.

Most people may not understand what it means to those who practice piano!

Pang Chunmei is obsessed with guqin. In addition to practicing martial arts, she also practices the guqin. In his piano room, she treasures all kinds of guqins and has a few precious good guqins. However, all the hidden guqins are less than 1/10 of the value of this guqin. If this guqin is destroyed in front of her, it would be a waste of resources!

Wu Fan knew nothing about this, but when he saw Pang Chunmei's expression, he could feel the preciousness of this piano.

"I promise to fight with you, put down the piano first." Pang Chunmei calmed down, took three steps back, and said to Wu Fan.

"Haha, you are just coveting the guqin in my hand. After I put it down, you took the opportunity to take my life and take the guqin for yourself. That's what you think, Jinlian!"

Wu Fan smiled and raised the piano high, making a stunning move.

"Don't be impulsive, I, Mr. Pang, always count on my words, I will fight with you!"

Pang Chunmei quickly took a few steps back and sat on the chair, afraid of angering Wu Fan.

"But how to compare? Without a referee, how can you tell the difference?" Pang Chunmei suddenly realized.

"There is a Doulong live broadcast platform here. It is considered a win if you get more rewards. Doing this is fair and reasonable. No one knows you, and no one knows me!"

Wu Fan said.

"this…"

Pang Chunmei frowned slightly. This should be the young man's delaying strategy. It was just a delay. At his age, even if he knew some music, he would not be able to achieve great success. He could easily destroy him with one hand.

Moreover, on the live broadcast platform, his image is also made public. Then, even if he wins and kills him, he will be locked up by the yamen and brought to justice.

"Give!"

Wu Fan saw her concerns, took out two headbands, threw them to Pang Chunmei, and took one on her head.

Pang Chunmei was surprised. Did I think it was wrong? He really wanted to compete with me? He actually gave me a pair of headbands. The meaning was very obvious. Didn’t he want to expose his identity through this method? Isn’t he the same idea as he thought before?

Time is running out, so the battle is quick.

"Young man, I won't bully you. I will play a simple song and you can repeat it, even if you win."

Pang Chunmei quickly stabilized Wu Fan and put the conditions very relaxed.

"Is that simple? If you win, I will die. What if I win?"

Wu Fandao.

"I will never pursue this matter anymore and leave immediately."

Pang Chunmei said.

"What a bullshit reason? If you win, I will die. If I win, you will leave with your ass, or you should smash it!"

Wu Fan raised the piano again "helplessly", and he would not remain indifferent if he ate Chunmei.

"Okay...Okay, okay, I lost, I will let you deal with it, and there will be no more than a single word."

Pang Chunmei agreed.

Wu Fan opened the big screen in the room and chose the Doulong live broadcast platform. He spent 200,000 yuan to book the live broadcast room No. 001.

"I'll believe you once."

Wu Fan said, throwing the guqin at Pang Chunmei.

Pang Chunmei carefully took the Jiuxiao Huanpeng, her eyes shining brightly. She weighed the weight of the piano and stroked the material of the piano. It turned out to be a real treasure zither for the ages. Pang Chunmei was so excited that she trembled a little. Unexpectedly, she would see Jiuxiao Huanpeng once in her lifetime.

"Don't be excited. Do the serious business. I'm still in a hurry. If you win, you'll take it away."

Wu Fan said indifferently.

What Pang Chunmei didn't expect was that Wu Fan did not delay the time, but was urging her to play quickly. It seemed that she really wanted to compete with her.

Pang Chunmei let out a long breath, adjusted her breathing evenly, and tried her best to keep her calm.

Pang Chunmei put the Jiuxiao Ring on the table, took off her coat, spread it out, and put on a mask.

What is this for? What is the matter for taking off clothes?

Wu Fan was a little puzzled, but he immediately understood.

Wu Fan's eyes widened twice, and scenes that could only be seen in Xianxia TV series appeared in front of him.

The clothes fluttered, the white clothes were better than snow, the fragrant shoulders were exposed, and the black hair was three thousand hanging on the snow-white shoulders, and the pink belt was tied around the waist, highlighting the fullness of the chest, looming.

The fairy descended to earth, and Wu Fan was actually shocked.

It is really impossible to see that this woman has this temperament. Wu Fan completely forgot that she was in an extremely dangerous situation. She sat down and savored it slowly. It was so pleasing to the eye. Compared with the so-called stars, she was more than one level higher than the so-called stars.

This also shows how much importance Pang Chunmei attaches to this piano.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!