Even Qingge herself did not expect that the first three Ya would be so smooth.
The most amazing thing is Mr. Lanqi's eternal endgame, which she simply broke.
In fact, it is strong on the outside but the middle is very weak...
Qingge coughed dryly, and saw that the practitioners from all directions looked at him with admiration and admiration. Qingge's mouth twitched slightly.
I think these people thought she was a chess god...
The proud smile on Wang Qinghong's face has completely disappeared. The achievements he has just created have been surpassed by Ye Qingge. In the Ten Thousand Sects Sword Formation, Ye Qingge is also the most eye-catching one. If this continues, I am afraid that
If you compete at the top of the chart, you will definitely be taken away by Ye Qingge.
Wang Qinghong suddenly became quick and narrowed his eyes. For many years, Beizhou and Nanzhou have been competing for the North Korean championship. If the barbarians in the East are taken away, wouldn’t it be a big deal to slip away?
He would never allow such a thing to happen!
...
Qingge bowed to Mr. Lanqi without being humble or arrogant, and then walked slowly and elegantly towards Mr. Meiqin.
Siya is the leader of Qin. The reason why she puts Mr. Mei Qin at the end shows the importance that the Zong Mansion, the Divine Realm and the Divine Lord attach to the piano master.
A piano master who practices properly can give up the cultivation of forging muscles, veins, physical and spiritual power. As long as you focus on the piano, you can kill all directions.
Back then, Feng Qi had a piano in his hand, which could rival a hundred thousand troops. Wherever the piano sound passed, it was bloody killing.
Qingge looked at Ye Qingcheng, whose injuries had not yet completely healed under the altar, and then picked up the ancient xylophone in front of Mr. Meiqin.
The ancient xylophone has a weight of tens of millions of pounds like a mountain. It is not enough to pluck it with its long fingers alone.
The ancient xylophone is the treasure zither obtained when Mr. Meiqin was a teenager who was in danger. In ancient times, it was as famous as the Fuxi Qin who was fascinated by the night.
However, twenty years have passed, no one has touched it, and even Mr. Mei Qin himself has only plucked two piano sounds.
Because of this, Wang Qinghong just plucked a string and made a sound of the piano, which was enough to surprise Mr. Meiqin's other look at him.
Wang Qinghong, who was watching from the side, looked a little better when he saw the ancient xylophone.
He accidentally plucked a piano sound, which was really a help from God. Even if Ye Qingge had the ability to ascend to heaven, he would not be able to pluck the strings of the ancient xylophone.
Thinking of this, Wang Qinghong's mood became better and better.
You know, since Ye Qingge appeared in his world, the pride of the young master of the chosen son of the prince has been broken. No matter what aspect, he will become a defeated general of Ye Qingge. Such a thing makes Wang Qinghong angry
.While Wang Qinghong found that his performance in front of Mr. Mei Qin was comparable to Ye Qingge. Wang Qinghong's thin lips raised a smug smile from a villain.
Wang Shangdao leaned into Wang Qinghong's ear and whispered: "Brother, you can play this ancient xylophone except Mr. Meiqin. Brother, don't worry, you are from a small place and can't get into the sky."
Wang Qinghong nodded, obviously very much in agreement with Wang Shangdao's words.
But Qingge held the piano with his left hand and placed his right hand on the strings.
She closed her eyes, and her slender and tender long fingers plucked the strings.
Countless people stared at her fingertips...
The wind passed silently, and the ancient xylophone was silent, and Wang Shangdao laughed sarcastically.
Ye Xuanji glanced at the king and said, "Young Master Wang can't play the ancient xylophone himself, where did you come from to laugh at others? It seems that there are not many outstanding people in the royal family, which is really disappointing." Ye Xuanji's words are simple
Roughly, it poked the pain of the Wang brothers. Immediately, the two brothers blushed, their eyes glared, and flames rushed.
"Ye Xuanji, don't go too far." Wang Shangdao narrowed his sinister eyes.
The Wang brothers are famously arrogant and domineering.
The king walked towards Ye Xuanji in anger.
Seeing this, Yan Liufang stepped out and stood in front of Ye Xuanji in a protective shape. She raised her jaw slightly, her eyes were gloomy, and she looked at the king coldly and said, "Does the third son of Wang dislike Miss Ye, or do you look at me in Beizhou?
Nanzhou doesn't like it?" Yan Liufang's aura was as thunderous as thunder. He was unceremonious and decisive, and even told the king that there was nothing to say.
Wang Qinghongcai said that he would start a war with Dongzhou. If he would be anxious about Nanzhou again, then the two continents would join forces to attack Beizhou. Wouldn’t the two brothers become the great sinners of Beizhou?
Is the King Shangdao a good person who is polite or bullying the weak and afraid of the strong? If you want to do it with real swords and guns, Wang Shangdao is the first coward.
"Don't think I am Beizhou afraid of you!" Wang Shangdao retreated to his original place, still cursing, as if he was forcibly acting to save face by himself.
Wang Shangdao looked at Qingge, trying to see Ye Qingge have a look of embarrassment and find joy.
He stood with his eyes closed and his red clothes lit up, as if the passionate fire was blooming in the ancient prehistoric world.
It is a visual feast, the most beautiful paintings and immortals in the world.
The ancient xylophone in her arms was damaged in two parts due to its long age.
Qingge tried several times, but the strings remained motionless, as if they had become settled.
Under the altar, Jiang Huaishan smiled and said, "The Eastern Emperor can draw pictures of all living beings and guess Mr. Zhushu's poems. It is amazing to break the endgame of the eternal endgame. There is no absolute perfection in this world, let alone the ancient wood strings do not rely on brute force.
It can be moved."
Xiao Richen nodded, "Indeed, the Eastern Emperor is already very outstanding, and it doesn't matter whether the ancient woody strings can be plucked."
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A piano sound came from the altar. Jiang Huaishan and Xiao Richen looked at each other, and both looked at the graceful figure in red and white hair in surprise.
With slender fingers, lightly plucking the strings of the ancient woody piano, it seems extremely difficult, and can only make a sound of the piano.
However... in a moment, the white wrist moved slightly, the jade fingers flicked, and the pleasant sound of the piano flowed out from the fingertips.
The sound of the piano is soft, like a beautiful woman, as if she is in the middle of the water, waiting for her husband to return and looking at the darkness.
The next moment, the sound of the piano suddenly became high, just like a sudden storm, overturning the mountains and blew the green waves of the river.
The drums of war were ringing, the horse's hooves were trampled on blood, the swords and iron horses were starving everywhere.
It was like a rain of killing on all sides, and everyone's nerves became tense, and the sound of the piano increased.
The sound of the piano became faster and faster, so that the expressions of the people around him changed slightly.
Killing sound!
Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge in surprise. Can the master even pop up the killing sound?
With the piano player, he killed people with sound.
The sound is divided into nine levels, one accent comes and another accent kill, and there is no mercy outside the sound of killing!
The sound of the piano is mixed with the spirit of killing, and the sound is used as the blade, killing people invisibly.
In just a moment, hundreds of thousands of people can be killed!
Qingge was like a devilish man, playing the piano crazily.
"Girl?" Feng Qi shouted as she tried. Seeing that Qingge was not awake yet, Feng Qi raised her hand slightly, and a trace of milky white soul power poured into Qingge's spirit.
In this way, Qingge regained his reason.
The sound of the piano stopped, and the song was not over. Qingge's eyes swept around with a fierce murderous intent.
When the murderous aura was as if the mist had dissipated, there was only a confusion left in my eyes.
Just now...what happened to that murderous aura? (To be continued)