Emperor of Nine Suns

"You will definitely be interested, little monk Linghe. We have more than ten semi-chaos-level magic weapons. You can choose them at will."

A cold voice came from the side. Chu Chen turned around and saw a middle-aged scholar in green clothes walking over quickly.

The scholar's voice was indifferent, his eyes were stern, and he said coldly, "I'm just afraid that you won't meet our standards!"

This scholar looked arrogant and arrogant. It was obvious that his strength was enough to prevent him from taking anyone seriously. Chu Chen judged from his temperament that this cold-faced scholar must have been a person who had been above others for a long time.

"Just pick?" Chu Chen said lightly, "Then I will test your standards. In this case, how are you going to assess me?"

The fat old man, the scholar in blue shirt, and the boy looked at each other. The old man looked at the scholar and said, "You come and ask the questions."

The scholar in green shirt nodded, looked at Chu Chen coldly and said, "In that case, you should play a piece of music first. There are no fixed requirements for this piece of music, but the word 'cold' must be highlighted."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked to a stool next to the fat old man and sat down. Then he took out a volume of books from the storage instrument and started reading by himself. It was obvious that he didn't pay attention to this assessment at all.

"Just 'cold'? No problem."

Chu Chen nodded, then took out the black jade-like black piano from the storage instrument and placed it upright on the table stand.

"This person is only at the Spirit River realm, but I didn't expect that he actually has a good piano!"

Before the two principals spoke, the boy in green who was standing next to him let out a slight sigh of surprise, with a strange light in his eyes. The fat old man next to him quickly waved his hand: "Silence!"

The boy in green hurriedly shut up. Chu Chen silently understood for a moment, and then started playing on the black piano with both hands.

The sound of the piano was a little low at first, giving people the illusion of drowsiness, but the sound quality was extremely crisp. Suddenly Chu Chen's eyes changed, and his fingertips moved slightly, and it was like a cold current suddenly appeared in the void.

This melody is not a famous piece. Strictly speaking, it is not even a complete piece of music. It is just a free combination of some scale symbols.

The scholar in green shirt and the boy in blue shirt still looked casual and didn't pay much attention to it. One was reading and the other was distracted. Only the fat old man listened carefully and breathlessly.

But as they listened, the expressions on their faces slowly changed.

Chu Chen's piano music was a little messy at first, and it felt like someone was carrying a basin of ice water and splashing it on the ground. It was all over the ground, and it was a mess.

But splashing and breaking, more and more ice water accumulated on the ground, until the entire ground was covered with ice water, and the bone-chilling chill suddenly appeared.

The temperature of the ice water dropped rapidly, changing from transparent ice water to snow-white frost, and then to a thick layer of ice...

I don't know when it started, but everyone began to feel an obvious chill, as if winter had suddenly arrived.

Waves of cold air gathered from all directions. First of all, the boy in Tsing Yi, the half-step Tianhe with the lowest cultivation level, shuddered unconsciously, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, the cold suddenly increased and the temperature dropped rapidly.

Individual ice crystal particles began to appear in the air.

Countless ice crystal particles are connected to each other, forming an undulating iceberg phantom that surrounds everyone.

The icy chill was already palpable, and the phantom of icebergs in mid-air became increasingly clear.

Waves of icy cold wind seemed to be blowing directly from the permanently frozen glaciers in the far north, and the world was filled with a sense of desolation.

The white-faced and green-robed scholar raised his head from the book in his hand, feeling the waves of chill in the void around him, and his expression changed slightly.

"Kachacha..."

With a crisp sound, centered on where Chu Chen was sitting, a stream of white air spread out from under his feet.

Wherever the white gas passed, a thick layer of ice was covered. The ice layer grew extremely fast, and it was several inches thick in the blink of an eye.

The sound of the piano became more passionate, each scale seemed like a burst of extremely cold air, and the phantom of the iceberg in the void had condensed into reality.

Just when the sound of the piano reached its peak, a long sound burst out, causing the iceberg to collapse!

"Crash..."

The collapsed iceberg sprayed more intense freezing air around, covering the entire yard.

Faintly, a breath of death radiated.

The ice on the ground has risen to more than a foot thick. Except for the area where a few people are standing, everything is covered with a layer of ice more than a foot thick, making it look extremely magnificent and dazzling.

"How...why is it so cold!"

The first one who couldn't hold on was the boy in green. His little face was pale, and a dazzling spiritual energy shield had risen in his body. However, it had no effect on resisting the cold air, and his teeth were trembling from the cold.

The fat old man smiled broadly beside him. He could see clearly that Chu Chen did not use any secret skills while playing.

This cold air is not the condensation of some ice-attributed skills and secrets, but is caused by the real sound of the piano.

The cold-faced green-shirted scholar had already put away the book in his hand. Looking at the ice layer around him that had swelled to over a foot thick and was still getting thicker, his expression changed again and again.

Immediately afterwards, a light flashed in his hand, and a flute appeared, and he began to play.

The cave flute is all green, with some bright red spots on the surface, like tear stains.

As the scholar in blue shirt played, a scorching artistic conception appeared out of thin air, transforming into a billowing flame that appeared behind him.

The blazing flames radiated waves of intense heat, fighting against the extremely cold air in the void.

The sound of the piano is clear and high-pitched, and each scale is like beads falling on a jade plate.

The sound of the flute is low and melodious, with a heavy and dull meaning.

In a moment, the entire courtyard had turned into a fierce battlefield.

The extremely cold air and the blazing flames each occupied half of the country, and they violently bombarded and collided with each other.

The entire courtyard has truly fallen into the realm of ice and fire. One moment it is filled with cold air, and the next moment it will be burned by rolling flames.

A faint halo of light rose around the fat old man, blocking out all the cold air and flames.

The boy in green was in a bit of pain. Both the cold air and the flames were a kind of "artistic conception" caused by the sound of the piano, and did not really exist. Therefore, this kind of cold and scorching heat could not be resisted by spiritual shields.

Without such musical attainments, there is no way to resist such an attack!

The boy in green had a painful expression on his face. He was sweating profusely from the heat and shivering from the cold the next. The alternating shock of hot and cold made him almost faint.