Urban Almighty System

About this concert, Xia Ming couldn't help being interested.

For this old man, Xia Ming also has some good feelings. From the words these people just muttered, Xia Ming knew that Lin Yizhi's identity was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, and could make everyone present so jealous, so this Lin Yi's family must also have some strength.

Otherwise, these people would not be so afraid.

As the old man spoke, the words of the old man also made everyone present show angry expressions. Everyone present is studying music. When learning music, it is inevitable that they will not be influenced by some ancient influences, so this makes the people present so angry.

"Everyone, the purpose of holding this concert tonight is to hope that someone can go to this exchange meeting with me to beat the opponent's arrogance, so I also hope that all of you who are confident in your own strength, To be able to go on stage and play a song, just play the instrument you are best at.”

"Okay, Master Han, don't worry, this time we have to show some color to these people, and they have even brought that arrogance to my Great China, do you really think that there is no one in my Great China?"

"That's right, Master Han, don't worry, we will definitely do our best."

"Hmph, what are these foreigners? We started studying silk and bamboo musical instruments thousands of years ago. They are just clowns. It's a soft persimmon..."

All the people present were talking about it, and they obviously didn't have a good impression of these foreigners. If you want to say that China has the worst impression of foreigners, it is tantamount to a stick and a devil.

"Okay, since that's the case, then I'll be the first to try, master, you said you can perform as you please?"

At this time, a young man came out. This young man was dressed in an ancient costume, which looked a bit strange, but the people present did not point out, because those who could play musical instruments had a somewhat strange temper.

And some people are dressed differently. For example, the person in front of me is dressed in a retro style. It should be obvious from the clothes that this person is a person who has learned ancient musical instruments.

It can be seen from the conservative dress.

"Excuse me, who is this?" Han Feizi looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help asking.

"Hello, Master Han, my name is Wu Ming. I personally like flute since I was a child, so I plan to play a piece with the flute, and I hope Master Han can give me some advice."

Wu Ming cupped his fists at Han Feizi, Han Feizi was a master in the music industry, and he was still a leader, so Wu Ming didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Han Feizi, so he seemed respectful.

"can."

Han Feizi walked away from the stage. At this time, everyone sat down and waited for Wu Ming's performance, which surprised many people.

"This Wu Ming is said to be a student of Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music, and he is also quite outstanding in the academy. I don't know how strong this kid is."

"Yes, it is said that this kid has been learning the flute all the time, and has even reached an advanced level. He has reached this level at a young age. It is indeed worth cultivating. No wonder he was able to come to this concert."

At this time, Wu Ming started to play. It has to be said that Wu Ming's performance was indeed quite wonderful. In the sound of Wu Ming's flute, many people heard a trace of memory, and this piece was played quite perfectly. The first piece is a piece composed by Wu Ming himself.

Known as 'this feeling can be remembered'.

When Wu Ming created this song, it caused a little sensation in the Conservatory of Music, and it was precisely because of this that Wu Ming stood out among so many students and became the leader of the current generation. Wu Ming's hard work over the years has allowed Wu Ming to directly reach an advanced level in the realm of music.

To be above the advanced level is to be proficient, and it is not easy to achieve proficiency. In general, without a few years of sculpting, it is impossible to achieve it.

The sound of the flute sounded long and leisurely, which made everyone present silent for a while. Everyone was listening quietly. At this time, Xia Ming, who was not far away, also raised his head in surprise and looked up at Wu Wu on the stage. Ming, which made Xia Ming nod slightly.

As long as Wu Ming works a little harder, then Wu Ming will be able to reach the level of proficiency. From advanced to proficient, it is a watershed, and it is not so easy to achieve it.

In the sound of the flute, everyone present couldn't help being a little surprised.

"How about it, isn't Wu Ming very powerful?" Han Miaomiao couldn't help but said beside Xia Ming.

"It's alright."

Xia Ming nodded slightly. Today, he has reached the level of a master on the piano. Such a young master has never appeared in the past. I am afraid that Han Miaomiao never dreamed that there would be such a master in front of him. young master.

"cut……"

Han Miaomiao looked at Xia Ming, she didn't think Xia Ming was very accomplished in music, at most she thought Xia Ming was just learning to play.

So I despised Xia Ming a little.

At the end of the song, the whole hall burst into applause. Everyone looked at Wu Ming in admiration and cheered for Wu Ming.

"That's right, it's really good, you're worthy of being a student of the Conservatory of Music, you're worthy of being a student of Mr. Han."

Everyone present at this moment couldn't help admiring.

"Thank you everyone."

Then Wu Ming bowed and left the stage. At this time, Han Feizi also nodded in satisfaction. Han Feizi is a master-level figure. When Wu Ming started to play the flute, Han Feizi immediately heard it. It's about to break through.

As long as Wu Ming is given a period of time, Wu Ming can achieve a qualitative change.

After Wu Ming's performance was finished, another person immediately went up to play a piece. This little piece was played on gourd silk, and it was played very well. Many people praised it, but Xia Ming watched it for a while. , it feels a little boring.

Although these people all played well, it was okay to listen to at first, but after listening to it too much, they became a little irritable.

For a while, Xia Ming became a little impatient.

"I'll play one too."

At this moment, a familiar voice rang out at this moment. From the voice, it could be heard that it was a man's voice, and Xia Ming knew it. This man was Lin Lin who was beaten up by him. Yizhi?