I, The Only Male Disciple in School

"Ambush on all sides?"

At this time, Sun Martial Sage was still immersed in the speculation that Lin Feng was not affected by him. He was a little surprised when he suddenly heard that the other party wanted to play a song.

This kid actually still plays tunes?!

After all, Sun Martial Sage is a generation of Martial Sage. Even though such an unthinkable thing has happened, he still calmed down after all.

Even because the other party said this, the anger in my heart dissipated a lot.

If the other party is not talking nonsense, but can play a song, then this young man is worthy of taking his Pipa.

It's just that the other party lays ambush on all sides to suppress own embarrassment, which is too much to speak wildly and overwhelmingly!

The trace of goodwill that just gave birth to the other party's arrogance, gradually sinking.

"What instrument do you need?" Sun Martial Sage asked with a frown, shaking his sleeves.

"This is the Pipa." Lin Feng once picked up Pipa on the table and flicked a few strings.

The mortal thing is indeed the mortal thing, and it works a little bit of supernatural power, and this Pipa eight achievement is abolished.

However, Lin Feng does not intend to use divine power at all, but intends to incorporate his own Martial Dao will into it, and then reveal the ambush that he has admired in his previous life!

"Please!" Sun Martial Sage made a gesture, returned to his own seat, and held up the tea cup.

Mu Qing on the side also looked at Lin Feng curiously. She only knew that Lin Feng would definitely be able to survive the rhythm storm of her grandfather. She did not expect Lin Feng would fight back and use the same rhythm to fight back.

This rough man can still music?!

"Stunned!"

At this moment, several series of notes emerged from Lin Feng's Pipa!

As soon as this sound came out, the movements in Sun Martial Sage's hands suddenly stopped.

Sun Martial Sage looked at Lin Feng in surprise. The so-called one can tell if it is true kung fu. Lin Feng's fingering is an absolute expert!

However, Sun Martial Sage didn't care about Lin Feng's fingering at all. After a few consecutive notes, Sun Martial Sage seemed to be placed on the battlefield at once, and the air was filled with a strong sense of killing, as if countless pairs were ambushing. The eyes of the enemy!

Perilous!

The big string is noisy like rain, and the small string is like a whisper.

After a burst of urgency, the situation took a turn for the worse!

The war is on the verge!

Sun Martial Sage has been completely taken into the ambush, even the water and wine in the teacup in his hand are not aware of it.

He couldn't help showing a dignified color, as if he was deeply trapped in the siege, and it was himself who was struggling to break through the siege!

At this moment, Lin Feng's fingers can no longer be seen clearly. It is not that they are indistinguishable from the movement, but between his fingers, as if the mysterious Taoist rhyme is wrapped around, gradually spreading, making his fingering. More mysterious!

Mu Qing and Sun Martial Sage are both immersed in the golden iron horse in Pipa's song, and the expressions on their faces are constantly changing with the ups and downs of Pipa's song.

They seemed to have fallen into a big battle, and they were sweating out with the sound of Pipa!

Entering the last paragraph, King Xiang Bawang faced Yu Ji's death and surrounded by Chief Liu. He watched the arriving ship but refused to cross Jiangdong. Finally, he slapped his neck and fell into a pool of blood.

As the last chord came to an abrupt end, Sun Martial Sage's eyes went black and collapsed to the ground. The teacup in his hand was broken to the ground and torn apart because it was not held firmly.

"Old man Sun,"!" Although Mu Qing's face was pale, the situation was not as serious as Sun Martial Sage's. Seeing her grandfather fell to the ground, she immediately went to the ground to help her with worry.

"He's okay, he will be fine in a while."

Lin Feng put Pipa on the table. This time his performance was mainly aimed at Sun Martial Sage. Mu Qing just listened to it, so Sun Martial Sage's situation was much more serious than Mu Qing's.

This is just an effect played by a mortal thing. If it is replaced with a sacred weapon or an immortal weapon, Sun Martial Sage is afraid that he will die abruptly long ago.

Taking rhythm as Martial Dao, but it also means the same goal by different routes.

Lin Feng didn't know if he didn't try it. After trying it, he found out that Sun Martial Sage is really something.

After a while, Sun Martial Sage woke up.

It was as if he had had a nightmare. When he woke up, he seemed to be still immersed in the battle, and his eyes were empty.

Lin Feng looked at the appearance of Sun Martial Sage, I am afraid that every one or two days could not be slowed down, so he picked up Pipa again, played a song back to the soul, and then summoned Sun Martial Sage's Hun and Po back.

"Lin Xiaoyou, this song is really shocking Deva! In contrast, my ambush on all sides is like dregs!"

As soon as the voice fell, Sun Martial Sage's eyes fell on the own sheet of music, and under the eyes of Lin Feng and Mu Qing, they tore the sheet to pieces!

Seeing the fragments drifting in the sky, Lin Feng didn't feel much, but felt that the tune that took two years to write was just torn apart, which is a little pity.

However, this also means that Sun Martial Sage is indeed very demanding on own music, and has very high requirements on own. Only this kind of people can go to the dark on this road.

It seems that own's work was torn apart, and only then did Sun Martial Sage feel a little relieved.

"." Lin Xiaoyou, I don’t know where you learned from, but you made the song just now?" Sun Martial Sage walked up to Lin Feng. At this time, there was only respect on his face, no matter who wrote the song. The first song was played by the kid in front of you.

With this strength alone, Sun Martial Sage believes that the opponent can be equal to himself.

But if there is a Master behind this kid, then his whole life will be really wasted, and he hasn't even encountered such a high-level person before. It seems that he is too narrow-minded.

"This song was not made by me." Lin Feng said.

With this sentence, Sun Martial Sage opened his eyes wide.

(Wang Dehao) In this world, is there really an expert in the world who is unsurpassed in music?!

"Can you recommend me then?" Sun Martial Sage asked quickly.

"Although I didn't write this piece, I don't know who the author is, but I traveled to a Minor World in my dream and heard people play it." Lin Feng said.

Sun Martial Sage suddenly, he naturally did not believe what Lin Feng said about dreams. The other party said so, I am afraid that he did not want to reveal the original work.

That being the case, Sun Martial Sage couldn't ask any more questions.

He once thought that there was no friend in the world, and never wanted to own a good granddaughter, but he brought him back a good son-in-law!

The previous dissatisfaction has long since vanished. At this moment, he only has appreciation for Lin Feng!

"Lin Xiaoyou!" Sun Martial Sage grabbed Lin Feng's hand, emotionally.

"I still have a lot of scores in my room. Would you like to give me some advice!".

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