The Sword Cultivator Forced to Transfer

After hearing Fuxi's words, Ye Wu was stunned for a long time, and finally snorted, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't think that I will forgive you if you say that!"

In his sea of ​​consciousness, Fu Xi chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and said, "Yes, yes, don't get angry, okay?"

Ye Wuchen chose to remain silent about his coaxing words.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Feng San, who stood beside Fuxi and stopped the conversation between the two of them, muttered, "It's so coaxing."

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Ye Wushen raised his head, his gaze was fixed on the ring in front of him, and he thought in his heart, no matter what that big liar Fuxi is, this Qin Emperor...can't be taken away by outsiders!

Fuxi is unreliable, I will do it myself, the head office will do it!

snort!

Starting today, don't call me Ye Xiaochen, please call me Ye Qinhuang!

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly.

Then, I saw, on the ring, a person wearing a light red palace dress, holding a guqin in both hands, walking slowly.

On the body of the qin, it is covered with a pure black satin, which covers the true face of the qin, making it impossible for people to see.

Fengqin's maid finally stopped on the ring.

All the people present, whether they were under the arena or the Taoist monarchs sitting on the stage, stretched their necks and stared at the piano in the hand of the maid.

Mrs. Tianyin, who left the high stage at some time, came slowly from the backstage. She came to Fengqin's maid, raised her eyes, looked at everyone around, with a smile on her beautiful face, "Everyone, this It is the treasure that the Qin Emperor never left, the Fengming Qin!"

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and pulled the black cloth covering the body of the piano.

The real body of Feng Mingqin hidden under it was revealed.

Following her movements, everyone's eyes widened.

Even Ye Wuchen couldn't help but poked his head curiously, and saw——

It was a pure black guqin, with a black body and mottled cracks on it. The natural texture was like a young phoenix spreading its wings and singing, but the strings were silver and bright like moonlight. Amazing beauty.

"Wow--"

The audience was amazed.

Even Ye Wushen couldn't help but said to Fuxi in the sea of ​​knowledge, "Why is it so beautiful, much more beautiful than you!"

Hearing this, Fu Xi could only smile wryly.

Blame me?

Ye Wuchen looked at the Feng Mingqin who was so handsome, and then thought about his dilapidated Fuxiqin, doubting life...

Who is the ancestor of Qin!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Ye Wuchen couldn't help but said to Fuxi in the sea of ​​knowledge, hating iron for being weak, "Look at you!"

Don't be ashamed!

What can Fuxi do?

He could only smile bitterly.

Madam Tianyin was very satisfied with everyone's amazed reaction, her face showed a bit of color, she glanced at the seat in front of her, and her eyes were on the faces of the group of Qin Dao masters who were so immobile that it was hard to see what was going on. Sweeping over, his eyes were deep.

Then, he calmly withdrew his gaze, looked at the audience in front of his eyes, and said loudly: "The battle is still based on the qin, and today I invite all the masters of the qin dao to come and taste this Fengming qin! Qin and Qin Emperor, Belongs to the ultimate winner!"

After finishing speaking, she nodded slightly to the masters of Qin Dao on the stage in front of her, then turned around and went down.

He went back to the high platform again and sat down.

And on the podium.

"As expected of Fengming Qin! It's really not bad." A Taoist said, laughed twice, and then continued, "Let me throw bricks to attract jade."

After saying that, he stood up, stepped a little, and then disappeared in place.

Appeared in front of the arena.

He stood on the ring, grabbed the void with both hands, and suddenly a yellow wooden guqin appeared in his hands.

I saw that he put his hands on the piano and plucked the strings.

at once--

"Clang clang, clank clang—"

A sonorous song, with a somewhat thick and passionate piano sound, spread throughout the venue.

The passionate people are full of blood and fighting spirit!

The music is over.

Then I saw him, raised his head, stared at the Taoist monarchs on the stage in front of him, and said loudly: "Who will fight with me!"

"I come!"

Someone responded, stood up, and left his seat.

Next is the blockbuster Cultivation of Immortals, Consciousness and Illusion Flow...

It's really hard for ordinary people to understand.

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The battle between Qin Xiu is elegant, and the competition is judged by the piano.

But definitely not gentle, but murderous.

All kinds of phantoms are created with various piano sounds, and the murderous intent is looming.

The sound of the clang and the sound of the piano turned into a killer weapon.

However, no matter how fierce the fight in the arena is, the people in the arena are rarely affected.This is different from Ye Wushen's previous battles. In Ye Wushen's group arena, basically everyone in the venue was affected by his piano sound.

"It's because you are young and have poor control." Elder Mo He, who was sitting next to him, pointed him out. Control your own piano sound, you can kill whoever you want, you will never let one go, and you will not hurt another one."

Ye Wushen was silent when he heard the words, and he really couldn't reach this level right now.

When he was upright and sharp, the lethality of the piano sound was large and wide-ranging, and the control could not be so precise.

"Like you guys, the shocking scene is shocking, but...it's too wasteful!" Elder Mo He pointed out sharply, "The consumption of spiritual power is too great."

After all, he looked at him with the innocent eyes of a young man, and said, "Sooner or later, you will know how important it is to precisely control the sound of the piano."

When you run out of mana consumption, you will know how important mana control is!

Ye Wushen was silent when he heard the words, and he also took a deep look at Elder Mo He in front of him, thinking, sooner or later, you will know how terrible the blue bull is!

He said that the baby does not lack spiritual power.

However, Ye Wushen had a thoughtful expression on his face. Elder Mo He's words did have some truth. Do you want to control the strength and range of the piano sound?

Go back and try.

During the conversation between him and Elder Mo He, the winner of the ring was decided.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

"I lost."

"Accepted!"

"Hahaha! What a top-notch song! Wonderful, wonderful!" There was a burst of laughter from the audience, "Next, let me experience your piano sound!"

After that, another person disappeared on the stage.

The drums of war sounded again.

……

……

……

"I'm going ahead." Daoist Song Yu, who was sitting next to Elder Mo He, turned his head and said to him.

Elder Mo He nodded slightly to him, and said, "Wu Yun is prosperous."

Then this time, Taoist Song Yu really won.

Ye Wuchen stared at Daoist Song Yu who was winning in the arena. He raised his head and looked at Elder Mo He who was sitting on the stage. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he sent out an invitation.

And this time-

All those masters of the Qin Dao ended up fighting happily, and only Elder Mo He was left.

That is to say, if there is no accident, the winner and loser will be divided between the two of them, and in the end the positions of Qin and Qin Emperor will fall between the two of them.

"You shouldn't have said to him just now that your martial luck is prosperous." Ye Wuchen, who was sitting next to Elder Mo He, said, "Look, his martial luck is prosperous, and your luck will be less."

Elder Mo He heard the words, "hahaha" laughed twice, thought about it seriously, and then said: "You are right."

"So I won't say this to you." Ye Wuchen also said to him seriously, and after thinking about it, he said hesitantly: "Friendship comes first, competition comes second?"

"Hahahaha!" Elder Mo He laughed even more happily.

He reached out and rubbed his head, then left.

On the other hand, Lu Bai looked at him.

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on the ring.

"Please advise!" Taoist Song Yu said, looking at Elder Mo He in front of him.

Elder Mo He looked at him with a smile on his face, thought for a while, and said, "Friendship comes first, competition comes second?"

"..." Daojun Song Yu.

what the hell!

With a serious expression on his face, he played the piano with both hands, moved his index finger, and suddenly there was a sound of "Zheng--", and the sharp sound of the piano came out.

Elder Mo He who was standing in front of him also lost his expression, played the piano with both hands, and fought back!

And on the high platform in the distance.

Madam Tianyin, who was sitting upright, looked at the two fiercely fighting in the arena, and a triumphant smile flashed in her eyes.

Everything went smoothly as she planned.

Just have to wait...

Just wait, it's ok!

-

This piano fight will soon be over.

Elder Mo He lost, and the winner was Song Yu.

Ye Wuchen looked at the silent Song Yu on the ring, and Elder Mo He who put away his piano and turned to leave with a faint smile on his face, twitching the corners of his mouth.

I thought to myself, you are too careless about releasing water...

Even Ye Wuchen couldn't see it anymore, and Elder Mo He clearly just didn't use his full strength. No wonder Daoist Song Yu won, and he looked so dead.

However, there are still a few people who have this vision, at least most of the young piano repairers under the ring did not see it, and they all shouted excitedly at Song Yu on the ring, "Qin Emperor, Emperor Qin!" Is it?

It sounded so heart-wrenching.

Ye Wuchen expressed that he was not happy anymore, and the baby was getting emotional.

Emperor Qin or something...

I'm not done yet, okay?

What is it called? I'll let you all see how powerful Qin Huang is in a while.

"Why?"

On the ring, Daoist Song Yu stopped Elder Mo He, stared at his back, and asked with a serious face.

Elder Mo He stopped in his tracks, chuckled lightly, and said, "Because, there has always been only one Qin Emperor."

"Fengmingqin is not available to ordinary people."

After leaving this sentence, he lifted his foot and continued walking.

Daoist Song Yu stayed on the ring, frowning tightly.

Back on the podium.

Ye Wushen immediately poked his head over, and said to Elder Mo He who had returned from defeat, "Don't be discouraged, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs."

Hearing this, Elder Mo He looked at him with a carefree smile.

Then, before he could speak, he heard the kid in front of him continue to shake his head and say, "Wait for me to avenge you!"

Then, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Looking at him for a long time, he said, "What?"

What did you just say?

Thinking that he didn't hear what he said clearly, Ye Wuchen repeated it kindly, "I'll avenge you."

"..." Elder Mo He.

Immediately look at him with the eyes of, are you crazy?

however--

Ye Wuchen didn't give him a chance to persuade him at all, so he stood up energetically and finished.

And this time-

on the ring.

The referee has happily announced, "The winner is—"

"Wait, I have something to say!"

Ye Wuchen fell from the sky and interrupted the referee.

Immediately.

All the people present focused their attention on him.

Ye Wushen said to the referee with an unhappy expression, "You bastard, what are you doing?"

"Who told you to act without authorization!"

"I haven't played yet, so what are you announcing!"

Ye Wuchen glared at him dissatisfied.

"……"referee.

With an expression of seeing a ghost, he stared at him and said, "You... you, what do you mean!?"

"It means, I haven't compared yet!" Ye Wushen said.

"..."

"..."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, a deathly silence.

Then--

"What a joke!"

"Is this kid here to be funny!"

"Is he confused!"

"..."

"..."

There was an uproar.

The referee in the ring even had an expression about to pass out, that expression of staring eyes, as if saying, you are the worst class I have ever led!

Compared to the referee's restlessness, restlessness, and the uproar of the audience.

The expression on Taoist Song Yu's face was much calmer. He looked at Ye Wuchen in front of him, and said calmly, "You want to compare with me?"

"Yes." Ye Wushen replied, looking directly at him.

"Okay." Song Yu said.

"..." The referee who had no room to intervene.

Judging by his expression, he wished he could faint on the spot.

Thus, the result was announced and the intermission was interrupted.

The group arena continued.

Song Yu, the great master of piano practice in the late stage of Yuan Ying, faced off against the rookie in the late stage of foundation establishment-Ye Wuchen.

The strength is very different, the disparity is huge.

The results seem unquestionable.

-

Ye Wushen stood on the ring, looked at the crowd with twitching expressions, and said with a smile, "You must be saying in your heart that I am overestimated, right?"

"Think I'm bound to lose, don't you?" he said.

Then, with a serious look on his face, he said in a serious tone: "In this case, why don't I fight?"

"The big deal is a loss." Ye Wuchen said, "The worst result is just a loss. If you don't fight, you will lose. If you fight, there is still a glimmer of hope for victory."

"In that case, why should I not fight!"

When everyone heard the words, they were suddenly speechless.

Long silence.

It seems that the number of silences today is extraordinarily high.

"Even so, even so..., then why bother to humiliate yourself!"

Under the arena, someone said.

Ye Wushen sneered when he heard the words, "Cowardly!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

A heart attack!

Countless people clutched their chests, feeling that they had been fatally injured.

On the contrary, on the ring.

Taoist Song Yu showed a smile for the first time, looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a smile on his lips, "Gambler thinking."

"However, Pindao likes it!"