I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1301 I am your father
"Eighth Emperor?" Not only Yin Yunxiao, but even Mo Xiaoxi and the others twitched their mouths.

In Stigmata Continent, the level of melody is similar to that of an alchemist, and it is rated by an organization called Sound Nest.

It has nothing to do with the strength of the warrior, but only involves the realm and attainments of music.

The temperament level is also divided from 1st to 9th level, and then there are Cangxiang level, Xianyue level, Sanskrit level, but they have never heard of the eighth level of Yinhuang.

In Cangyin Pavilion, the most basic requirement for recruiting disciples is to have a melody level of level 6. Generally speaking, a Void Transformation Realm warrior with a melody level of level [-] can surpass ordinary people of the same level when using their Cangyin Pavilion martial arts. The Void Transformation Realm Warrior.

If the melody reached level nine, one would be able to defeat a Lunxuan Realm warrior of the same level.

There was once a genius who comprehended Cangxiang-level music at the semi-holy level, but survived a head-on attack from a saint!
The current Yin Yunxiao's melody level is at the Cangxiang level. He is slightly stronger than the ordinary second-level saint, but he can't compete with the third-level saint.

And their previous pavilion master, whose temperament level has reached the peak of Cangxiang level, is now trying to break through the demigod, and is also trying to comprehend the music of the fairy music level.

This is the orthodoxy of music martial arts!

He has never heard of the emperor's eighth level. It is probably an unconvincing rhythm level evaluated by some fake organization and fake organization, right?

Mo Xiaoxi couldn't help but blush a little, this was really an embarrassing and humiliating thing.

But if you think about it, Zhang Mengyu has such superb attainments in swordsmanship, how could he have made achievements in music.

"Actually, my musical talent is not bad," Zhang Menglong continued, "I have an absolute sense of pitch!"

"Absolute pitch? What kind of talent is this?" Yin Yunxiao was stunned for a moment. There are indeed some warriors who are born with some musical talents, but he has never heard of absolute pitch. It sounds weird and imitative. .

"Forget it, let's not talk about this," Yin Yunxiao was afraid that she would lose control of her temper if she talked too much. After all, for music players, many principles are very important. What's the matter with the court?"

"It's like this," Mo Xiaoxi said directly, "My uncle was plotted against by someone before, and his fate was shattered, and now he is looking for his lost fate. Pavilion, so I brought my uncle to trouble brother Yin, hoping to help."

"Is there such a serious matter?" Yin Yunxiao's expression also became a little serious. Fate is the most important thing in a warrior. Once it is broken, the realm will plummet at the least, and die on the spot at the worst. It's a miracle that he's still alive.

It's no wonder that Feng Cong can become Mo Xiaoxi's uncle. I'm afraid he was definitely an amazing and talented person before his strength fell.

In fact, this was the case. If it hadn't been for this incident, Feng Cong would at least be a saint now, and his age was older than Mo Xiaoxi and others.

"This matter is on me!" Yin Yunxiao is absolutely willing to let Mo Xiaoxi owe him a favor, "Can Brother Feng perceive the specific location?"

"Yes," Feng Cong was a little excited, he didn't expect to find his destiny so easily this time, Zhang Mengyu is really his lucky star.

He immediately activated the two fates on his body, and immediately sensed the fate that existed inside Cangyin Pavilion.

"Master, can I?"

"Mr. Feng, please help yourself." Yin Yunxiao graciously stepped aside.

Feng Cong led the way, and he felt that his lost fate was getting closer to his future, and this feeling even made him a little excited.

They passed through the area where Cangyin Pavilion disciples study rhythm and martial arts daily, and finally came to a quiet room, which seemed to be the resting place for Cangyin Pavilion disciples.

From those rooms, there are constantly various sounds of music similar to guqin and flute. One thing to say, Zhang Mengyu even thinks that those piano boys who are about ten years old are better than these people.

"It's right here!" Feng Cong said, pointing to a room.

"Here?" Yin Yunxiao froze for a moment, "Mr. Feng, are you sure?"

"It can't be wrong, I can clearly perceive that the fragment of my fate is here." Feng Cong said firmly.

"What's the matter, Brother Yin, is there a problem?" Mo Xiaoxi sensed that there was something wrong with Yin Yunxiao's expression, "Who is here?"

"This is the junior of our old pavilion master," Yin Yunxiao said, "It's strange, how could this happen? Wait a moment, everyone!"

Yin Yunxiao knocked on the door, "Xingyu? Are you there?"

"It seems something is wrong." Zhang Mengyu suddenly felt something strange. Logically speaking, as the suzerain of the current Cangyin Pavilion, his status should be very noble. Even if the people here are the descendants of the previous pavilion master, they will not be humble Is it like this?His reaction is really puzzling.

After a while, the door of the room opened, and a young man came out of the room.

He looks a little handsome, but there is a trace of sickness in his handsomeness. Although he has the aura of the peak of the wheel profound realm, but this aura is very unstable, as if it is not his.

As soon as the young man walked through the door, his attention immediately fell on Feng Cong.

"It's on him!" Feng Cong said, this feeling is definitely not deceiving!

"Mr. Feng, is there a mistake?"

"My own fate, how could I get it wrong?" Feng Cong said, "My fate lies in him!"

"So this is your fate!" Unexpectedly, the young man showed an even more surprised expression, "It's all because of you, the damned guy, that prevented me from breaking through to the holy realm forever, as long as I get other fates on you If the grid fragments are removed, my fate can be restored to its integrity, and I can definitely advance smoothly!"

"Yin Yunxiao, help me kill him and take away his life!" The young man showed a ferocious expression, and even began to order Yin Yunxiao directly.

Obviously, this Yin Yunxiao had a very close relationship with this young man, and Yin Yunxiao didn't follow suit, but she didn't seem to dare to refuse, her face was filled with a tormented and contradictory expression.

"Master Yin Pavilion, what does this mean?" Mo Xiaoxi's expression also darkened.

"Yin Yunxiao, have you forgotten how my grandfather cultivated you? If my grandfather hadn't poured all his heart and soul into you, would you have a chance to become the owner of the Cangyin Pavilion? Why are you still hesitating?" ? Why don’t you hurry up and do it?”

"But."

"What else are you? Yin Yunxiao, I order you, take his fate and give it to me!" The young man's temper became more and more irritable.

"Okay, you can shut up, you," Zhang Mengyu couldn't stand it anymore, "you are not an idiot, are you? Your pavilion master is a second-level saint, and you let him act like two warriors of the third-level saint. Going to snatch someone's fate, are you out of your mind?"

"What are you? Dare to point out my affairs?" The young man's arrogant tone was completely incompatible with his appearance.

"Bang!" Zhang Mengyu kicked up, and the young man was kicked out by him.

The young man slammed into the wall and looked at Zhang Mengyu with resentment, "Do you dare to do anything to me?"

"Didn't you ask me what I am?" Zhang Mengyu sneered, "Now I will tell you what I am, I am your father!"

(End of this chapter)