After a few rounds, when Qu Xian'er saw that the flash in Ye Xiaochuan's eyes was not fear, but jest, she knew that she had been tricked by Ye Xiaochuan.
Alas, I was a little slow to react. Ye Xiaochuan's Nine-yin White Bone Picking Flowers and Oil-Dragon Claw Hands have been practiced to perfection over the years. They come and go without a trace, making it hard to guard against.
As Du Jiuniang's proud disciple, Qu Xian'er is naturally very smart and knows that if the embarrassment continues, she will suffer even greater losses.
So she gave in and surrendered.
Not many people from the Demon Sect attended Ye Xiaochuan's engagement party this time. There were only a few young casual cultivators. In addition to Qu Xian'er, there was also a beautiful fairy, Qin Shuang'er, Hu Jiumei's favorite disciple.
Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan tortured Qu Xianer's body to pieces, the people of the Demon Cult were not convinced. A Chitong encouraged Qin Shuang'er to go up to take over Qu Xianer's class and take down Ye Xiaochuan.
However, Qin Shuang'er's major is ghost magic. Although she also practices some demon sect skills, she is introverted and conservative. Charming techniques like those of the Hehuan sect are not what she is good at. She would be humiliating herself if she goes up there.
Refuse.
Qu Xian'er was defeated, the righteous disciples cheered, and Ye Xiaochuan danced on the table alone, which seemed to have found some of the feeling of doing this kind of dance on the ring fifteen years ago.
When the mood strikes, he sings a song, which is naturally his best song, "Little Bird."
I just sang: "I am a little little bird, fly and fly..."
Before he could fly, several righteous disciples rushed onto the table, covered his mouth, and dragged him down.
Others cost money to sing, but this guy's singing cost money.
Many of you here have experienced the night when the ancient sacred tree died last time. That night, Ye Xiaochuan sang and directly attracted Xiao Qi, intending to cut him into pieces.
Ye Xiaochuan was upset when his singing was interrupted. He asked Zhao Wuji and others who were dragging him: "Is it really hard to listen to this great sage's singing?"
After everyone nodded heavily, he sighed, it must be because these people were jealous of his singing voice that they were telling lies.
The carnival in this dining hall is destined to continue.
I am destined to have no sleep tonight.
They are all the most outstanding figures of the younger generation in the world. When they are gathered together, even if there are a few casual cultivators from the Demon Sect, they cannot stop them from having fun.
Outside the dining hall, there were many righteous disciples. They were not qualified to go inside and have a carnival, so they listened outside.
At this time, singing sounded in the dining hall, loud and resonant, and very moving.
"The long sword of Qingqiu, the fierce horse singing wildly."
"Loyalty to the liver and righteousness to the courage strengthen the mountains and rivers."
"What a cultivator who has come and gone."
"Dare to be equal in heaven!"
This was the voice of Leng Zongsheng, and he started to stand up, and then many people sang along with this catastrophic war song that has been passed down in the world for countless years.
"The iron bones of tenderness, the promise of a thousand pieces of gold."
"There were smoke waves before and after his death."
"There is so much wealth and wealth, so what can I do?"
"Wherever the sword shines, I feel like weeping and singing!"
At first, there were just over 300 people in the dining hall slapping the tabletop and chanting.
Later, the disciples outside also began to sing along.
"A blood flow that can never be exhausted, the true character of a hero!"
"Two feet have broken through the long desert river!"
"Three sighs, sighs, just for my homeland!"
"People from all over the world are reciting this magnificent song!"
The first time it was sung by cultivators inside and outside the dining hall, the second time it was sung, everyone was high in fighting spirit and the sound was like thunder.
During the third time, many people in the presbytery opened their windows and listened attentively.
At the fourth time, the mountaineering team coming up from below also started singing.
When it rang out for the fifth time, the entire mountain in front of Samsara Peak rang out this blood-heated war song.
In Yuanshui Xiaozhu, the ghost girl who was eating with a big bowl in her arms heard the voice singing: "Tenderness is the iron bone, a thousand pieces of gold and a promise..."
The other fairies also sang along with the sound.
Only Xiao Qi pouted and seemed to dislike this war song.
Yu Jizi and nearly a hundred sect leaders suspended the meeting, and everyone was listening to the deafening singing outside.
"Long Song of Magnificence" was sung ten times, and then replaced with another war song that has been widely circulated in the world in the past six months.
"Don't you see, the Hanzhong army, the weak-headed prisoners, please take long tassels."
"Don't you see, An Ding is far away, and the Jueyu Qingqi urges the war clouds."
"If you don't see me, I'm walking along the river, and the flat sand is bounding into the sky."
"Don't you see me, I'll ride ten thousand horses, vowing to defeat the powerful enemy and leave Yingguan."
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Many people were crying while shouting at the top of their lungs.
"If you don't see me, your halberd will be shining coldly. We will meet each other while marching in the middle of the night."
"If you don't see it, the storm will rise, and the robe will be bathed in blood for the country."
"A man should have gone to the country to be in trouble, and cut the enemy with a long sword before his blood was dry."
“Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return them wrapped in horse leather?”
If the daytime is the engagement ceremony for Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou, then today's night will be a war song for everyone.
It is because of the catastrophe that all races in the world are gathered together.
This catastrophe is not that far away from the last one, only six thousand years, and the blood of revenge contained in the bodies of human beings has not yet cooled down.
The warrior from the foreign race in northern Xinjiang who was tortured by Wan Yan Wu Lei to confess, was walking along the bluestone path on the mountainside, following the representatives of the foreign race to the top of the mountain.
At this moment, the warrior of the Yi tribe was singing and crying.
The Yi people are recognized as one of the most timid races in the world, but they have never been cowardly in the catastrophe.
Six thousand years ago, there was a battle in the Quelong Valley in western Hunan. More than 8,000 warriors and the foreign tribes from the northern Xinjiang who had just arrived at the border of western Hunan defended the Quelong Valley in order to buy time for humans to move.
None of them retreated.
After the catastrophe ended, only seven Nong people returned to northern Xinjiang alive.
All the foreign people in Northern Xinjiang know that once they enter the customs, they will never be able to return to their homeland alive.
But they still embarked on the path of their ancestors to conquer the sky without hesitation.
If the emperor is unkind, he will be replaced.
If the heaven is unkind, it will surely attack the heaven and be unkind.
It wasn't just the Yiren clan who cried, many people cried.
Zhao Zian, the best son of the human cavalry marshal Zhao Xianfeng, was the main force in defeating the Heavenly Storm Legion in the Wasteland War.
He is also at Cangyun Mountain at this moment.
When the war song belonging to ordinary soldiers in the world rang out from Cangyun Mountain, Zhao Zian burst into tears.
More than 10 million people died in battle at Yingzui Cliff, in the wilderness, and in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang...
They are not a bunch of cold numbers, these cultivators remember them, and the world also remembers them.
The fat old man carrying the bamboo pole and curtain felt a little relieved as he listened to the singing of war songs all over the mountains and plains.
With such high fighting spirit, what enemy could do anything to this group of people?
The next moment, he saw Zhao Zian, a young general wearing a silver robe and holding a spear standing at the edge of the bluestone stairs.
Behind Zhao Zian, there was another person standing, a very beautiful woman. It was none other than Princess Phantom, the daughter of Emperor Yan of Heaven.
