Respect

"Qinglian, don't be rude."

The old man withered wood said, "This monarch ’s wind is full of mysteries. Even if I wait for these old guys who have studied the rhythm for more than a thousand years, I ca n’t help this song. The wind has played a great mystery in Daqingshan, which is already amazing! "

The words of Mr. Deadwood have been recognized by many people, especially the old predecessors who are as deep in rhythm as he is. They have studied the rhythm for more than a thousand years. Even so, they can only play a hundred mysteries at best for so many years. Compared to them, Akabane can definitely bear the title of musical genius, at least they can't compare, and Ding Rui and Leng Yefei can't compare.

The words of Mr. Withering Wood more or less resolved the embarrassment of Chi Yu. He didn't look as embarrassed as the only one. He took a deep breath and said, "Wei Chaoqun, if I remember correctly, this wind will be a big mountain. You can only play 70-80s mystery, right? "

Xiao Wei superbly responded: "That was just the past."

"Oh? So, have you learned a lot these years?" Chi Yu said poorly: "I wonder if you can play mysterious geometry now?"

"Although it's not as good as the dead wood." Wei Chaoqun raised a glass of wine and laughed: "But at least more than you play."

"Everyone can speak big words."

"Ha ha……"

Wei Wei laughed without saying a word, and immediately took out a purple cyan jade. There were not many people who knew the goods on the market. At a glance, it was seen that this jade was from a master.

Jian Wei's superior did not say much, his hands danced on the Yuqin, the sound of the piano sounded, and the wind was playing in the mountains.

Boom!

A thunder!

Twenty ... fifty ...

When hundreds of thunders sounded in the piano sound, the crowd began to shock, and Chi Yu's face began to change.

Howl!

One hundred and ten!

One hundred and thirty ...

At the end of the song, a hundred and thirty-six thunders sounded in the sound of the piano.

This also means that Wei Chaoqun played the first wind and played a hundred and thirty-six heavy red thunder mysteries.

Many people remember that Wei Chaoqun was only able to play seventy to eighty red and mysterious mysteries a few years ago. He never thought of just a few years of effort. He could already play the wind up the Qingshan Mountain to 136 Mysterious, really eye-opening.

As soon as everyone was amazed, another voice came: "It's just one hundred and thirty-six heavy red thunder."

The crowd looked around, and the speaker was a sinister-looking man, even those who stood beside him, and the spirit breath on his body was more evil than one. Obviously, they were all Batu Caves People, and the man who speaks is also Li Qianhua of the Batu Caves.

Little is known about Li Qianhua. He only knows that he has a very high position in the Batu Caves. Not to mention Heifeng Baguai, even Heifeng Shuangsha also shuns it by three points.

坐在 He is sitting in the gazebo, stroking the piano with one hand, and the wind is playing in the mountains.

Boom!

A thunder exploded.

Twenty, one hundred, one hundred and thirty, one hundred and fifty ...

With the continuous sound of thunder in the sound of the piano, the expressions of everyone became more and more shocked. At the end of the song, there were big eyes and small eyes. The shock was more amazing, because it was so amazing. Playing the wind up Daqingshan played a full 200 mysteries.

This is two hundred mysteries!

You must know that Master Kumu, the best master of music in Northwest China, is just like this!

"What a terrible epidemic ..."

Grandpa Kumu sighed, so did the rest, and felt that the young people of today are really amazing, generation after generation is incredible.

"It's only two hundred mysteries, it's not worth mentioning." Li Qianhua's smile was just like his people, giving a very evil feeling, he didn't look up, so he said: "At least, I know this is nothing to the Invisible Boy. "

No trace?

的 Changhong's invisible man?

The crowd looked around, and then they remembered that the eighteen elephants in Kowloon who came to the five-color flower festival today. In addition to Akabane, there was a Kowloon, which was the invisible boy.

The eighteen elephants in Changhong at the helm of Changhong. Everyone knows more about the eighteen elephants. As for Kowloon, they know very little.

无 And this mark is definitely the most low-key one in Kowloon.

Everyone who knows low-key knows that he is one of the Changhong sub-helms. He knows nothing else. It is geometric, powerful and geometric. I do n’t know all, but one thing everyone knows, since it is a Changhong sub-helm. Nature is extraordinary, and Akabane, who is also one of Kowloon's arrogants, respects him so much. It is definitely not easy to think about indentation with your toes.

He looks like Akane just like a gentle and elegant boy, just sitting in the corner of the gazebo, as if looking at a sheet music, even if everyone's eyes are locked on him, he just looks up and smiles. Said: "Brother Li is just kidding. Don't take it seriously."

"I haven't seen it in a few years. I didn't expect the Invisible Man to be so humble." Li Qianhua laughed. "If I remember correctly, you would have played the wind up the Qingshan Mountain for 200 years. With your understanding and talent, you can play at least three hundred mysteries today. "

A single stone caused a thousand layers of waves.

The words of stern Qianhua dropped, and there was an uproar on the court.

I was staring at No Trace, wondering if he could really play the wind up Daqingshan to play more than 300 mysteries.

The sigh and no trace did not mean to play, but just whispered: "I have Miss Qingxi here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How dare I show ugliness."

"My son is humble."

Hearing that there is no trace of Qingxi, everyone thinks of it. It seems that in the rumors, Miss Qingxi played the wind. Da Qingshan had far surpassed the dead wood seniors a few years ago, but it is true or not. No one knows. Everyone was clamoring for Qingxi to play a tune on the scene.

Qingxi is a bit difficult, but it is not for other reasons, but because it requires mental and spiritual energy to play the tune, and she will also play a king's 'boys' and 'dust fall Wuseshan' Father Mumu hopes that with the help of these two tunes, he will let go of his guilt to the king, and these two tunes will not matter if the dust falls on the colored mountain, but the young man will need to consume a lot of mental energy. , Her spirit will be overdrawn.

"My sister will play the king's youth later. In order to show you the journey of the northwest of the king's youth, my sister is not suitable for exhausting the spirit." Xiao Qinglian crossed a playful smile, "However, I can tell you, the wind of the king rises, and my sister is now able to play 611 Red Thunder mysteries."

(To be continued.)