Jiang Hu misunderstood me a lot

Zhuangzhu Qiao actually came to the Double Ninth Festival under the pseudonym Zheng Zhongyi, which was quite unexpected.

But Liang Yufeng thought about it, and it wasn't too weird.

First of all, when they signed up for the competition at Xiaojia Biezhuang, they guessed from Xiaoqiao's words that the owner of Qiaozhuang had also come to Jinling.It's just that they didn't see his name in the list of players, so they didn't think about it in this direction for a while.

But thinking about it now, his younger brother came to participate in the Chongyang Competition when he was just a fledgling, and there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in Jinling City, and there is a very high possibility that there is a murderous blood lurking along the eaves.As the big brother, how could he be at ease?

However, it is still surprising that he will personally sign up for the end.After all, he not only has a fiancée, but also that tigress Mrs. Zhong...

Tsk, no wonder he wants to use an alias, otherwise——

The consequences could be disastrous!

On the arena, Mr. Murong sat on the floor, with the lyre on his lap, eyes closed.Although this place is not a scenic spot of high mountains, and there is no piano table to burn incense, but he is still sitting gracefully and leisurely.

Everyone watched him gently twist and pick slowly, and then played a wonderful song with fairy sounds.

The rhyme of the piano is ding-dong, and the merchants are engraved with feathers.

Among the audience, there are many warriors who are not afraid of death.They were reluctant to plug their ears, and they were fascinated by the sound, as if their heartbeats were beating along with it, and their chests were pounding.

Some people are still thinking: If you can listen to this natural song today, even if you die immediately, it will not be a loss!

But how can the sound wave power be tolerated by ordinary people?

After a while, all the warriors in the front row were bleeding from their nostrils, and their faces were like gold paper. They were injured by the true energy of the piano!

But Qiao Lekang on the stage smiled and couldn't help nodding: "What a song of mountains and rivers! Wait for me to play it with you."

When the voice fell, the flute sounded.Bashan night rain, hibiscus weeping dew.

The sound of the flute was deep and soft at first, but it penetrated the sound of the piano effortlessly, just like the night rain moistening things silently, everyone in the audience could hear it clearly.

Young Master Murong's qin sound is peaceful and elegant, but the sound of the flute is melancholy, which makes people unconsciously feel lost.

After listening for a while, someone in the front row suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, it was unbearably sad and hurt the internal organs.

No matter how daring the warriors were at this moment, they all tore up the skirts of their clothes, took out their handkerchiefs, and firmly plugged their ear holes.

Others simply took off their coats and put their heads on their faces to cover their heads, for fear that their voices would leak in.

Murong Yu frowned slightly, he pressed the strings of the piano with his hands hanging in the air, but the movements of his fingers accelerated unconsciously.

The sound of the piano is getting more and more urgent, like a flowing spring in a blue stream, rushing endlessly.A trickle of water, noisy and earnest.

Qiao Lekang held the jade flute in his hand, and the smile on his lips finally faded.

Suddenly the sound of the cold flute stopped Xingyun, his feet stepped in the direction of five elements and eight trigrams, he actually circled around Mr. Murong's body, and started to circle around the ring.

In an instant, the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute intertwined suddenly, but each played its own tune and refused to give in to each other.

If the sound of the piano is gentle, the sound of the flute will be high-pitched; if the sound of the piano is fast, the sound of the flute will be whimpering.Up and down, circling and changing.

One night the westerly wind withered the green trees, and the cavalry protruded with swords and guns.

Among them, the spirit of clanging and killing is no less than fighting to the death!

Those who are still listening at this time don't feel any enjoyment at all, they only feel that the most terrifying tune in the world is nothing more than this, howling ghosts and gods, and chaos.

Everyone could hear their blood rushing, their chests were so stuffy, they were so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood!

On the high platform, several arbitrators couldn't help but feel terrified.

Zhang Haochu, the head teacher of Tianshi Taoism, has seen a lot, but with his extensive experience, he has never seen such an outstanding pair of young people.Not only is his internal strength profound, but his temperamental attainments are also so profound!

If it is said that Mr. Murong is still a teacher from a famous family, and the beloved disciple of Taihua Hou, the leader of the Five Absolutes, no matter how outstanding he is, it is a matter of course.But Zheng Zhongyi, who was evenly matched with him, was unheard of.

Zhang Haochu couldn't help asking: "Does any of you know which family this is?"

Young people under [-] are still rising stars in his eyes, so it's not surprising that they don't know each other.But this person's martial arts seems to be higher than that of Mr. Murong, which is strange.Who can teach such an apprentice?

Everyone shook their heads.

On the contrary, the young Zen Master Jianyun was thoughtful.

But he practiced closed-mouth meditation, and no one would ask him for questions.The monk's eyes flickered, and he was too lazy to speak, so he pretended not to hear anything.

Immortal sounds linger around the beam for three days without a break, that is intoxication.

The sound of nature sounds, without me, that is obsession.

But no one thought about what it would be like if the sound of the fairy and the sound of nature sounded at the same time.The audience at the Double Ninth Festival finally saw it!

Now everyone has only one common aspiration——

Please let go!

Even Xiao Qiao, who respects his elder brother the most, couldn't hold on. The magic sound pierced his ears, making him want to scratch the wall.

Turning his head, he saw that his companions were all in pain, or else they were drowsy, only Young Master Liang shook his head, seemingly intoxicated...

Xiao Qiao was shocked: "Second brother Liang, you... can you still listen?"

Young Master Liang was even more shocked than him: "Why can't you listen?"

Xiao Qiao was puzzled: "Don't you think...the movement is a bit loud?" After all, one of the parties involved was his brother, so he chose less intense words.

Master Liang waved at him, motioning him to come closer.

Xiao Qiao leaned over to take a look, okay!This guy holds a strip of cloth in his left hand and stuffs a strip of cloth in his right ear.Looking again, he was still holding Shi Tongyu with his right hand, obviously because he was afraid that his internal strength would be exhausted and he was ready to give him real energy at any time.

Then Young Master Liang explained to Xiao Qiao in a serious manner: "If you want to listen to the piano, you only need to plug the left ear. If you want to listen to the flute, you need to plug the right ear. If you like to play in an ensemble, then listen to it with both ears... I personally don't like mixing. "

Xiao Qiao also convinced him: "Just talk nonsense!"

Liang Yufeng and the others are far away, and their martial arts are beyond the reach of ordinary audiences, and they can still make jokes there.

But the two people on the ring are at the forefront of the opponent's sound wave power radiation range, they can be said to face the blade directly, and fight hand-to-hand.

At this time, the sound of the zither became more and more urgent, the sound of the flute was extremely deep, but it was still lingering, like a curling gossamer, cruising erratically, but the sound of the zither could not shake it off.

Murong Yu sat cross-legged, his graceful expression finally showed a bit of urgency, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Suddenly, a strange peak protruded, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks!

The sound of the flute was pulled out higher and higher, and one tip was pulled out to suppress the sound of the zither, and it seemed like the clouds had dispersed, and the moon was in the middle of the sky!

Pinghu Qiuyue, the same color of lake light Wanqingqiu.

Although Mr. Murong is still playing the qin, how can the gurgling water hide the melting moonlight, illuminating all things?

The jingle sound of the piano seemed to be accompaniment to the sound of the flute, but it could no longer compete with it.

After a while, there was a sudden clang and a string broke.Murong Yu's face turned pale, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The Qianjiang Fourth Young Brothers in the audience all changed in shock.

Especially Lan Guanxue, who grew up with his younger brother in Huashan, had never seen him suffer such a big loss, and his expression suddenly changed.

All the spectators even cried out in surprise, one after another.

Of course, surprise is on the one hand, and heartache is on the other hand.

For a handsome man like Mr. Murong, seeing him with blood on the corners of his mouth and vermilion on his lips, it was inevitable that the audience felt pity for him.more importantly--

If there is another upset in this match, at least [-]% of the people in the Jianghu will lose the bet!

The Wulin economy will suffer the biggest hit ever...

Fortunately, Murong Yu is worthy of being a decent son of a famous family, and he has lived up to the high expectations of the audience!

When the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, he raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and flipped his hands over in a flash. In the blink of an eye, the strings broke and flew, silver light like thorns, and shot straight at the fox-masked man!

The fox-faced man remained unruffled in the face of danger, turned around coolly in the midst of his busy schedule, and said with a smile: "Mr. Murong is a good trick!"

With a leisurely attitude, he brought the jade flute close to his lips, and blew gently!

The audience in the audience was shocked, and they all stared at him with wide eyes.

But he saw Mr. Murong's flying string flitting out, and when it reached the door in front of him, it suddenly hung down limply.

It turned out that the jade flute was hollow, and the fox-faced person had high internal energy, and a stream of pure Qi was blown out through the flute tube, which forcibly shook the strings of the zither!

Murong Yu listened to all directions, knew the clues, and immediately accelerated the offensive again.In an instant, the ten fingers flicked repeatedly, the seven strings flew rapidly, interspersed with attacks, a round of rapid attacks like a storm, making people unable to fight back!

All the spectators saw the thrilling scene and gave thunderous applause without hesitation!

"Ha, do you have to do your best to deal with me, an unknown pawn?"

The fox-faced man still had time to speak under his current round of offensive.

His figure recedes like lightning, his clothes fluttering, like a Gushe god, facing the wind with emptiness, as insignificant as a light smoke.

Young Master Liang in the audience was amazed: "In terms of thick skin, I'm still far behind Master Qiao!"

Qiao Lekang is obviously much older than Mr. Murong, and his status in the world is still higher than him. With a mask on, no one will recognize him, and he can say such words without blushing. How embarrassing...

Shi Tongyu glanced at him, and said coolly: "Yes, the tree has no bark, so it will surely die. People are shameless and invincible."

But Zhuangzhu Qiao's light work shocked the world, and the arbitrators on the high platform were not blind and deaf after all.Zhang Haochu, the head teacher of Tianshi Taoism, was the first to speak: "This lightness kung fu, could it be..."

Aunt Tang Zixiu smiled and said: "Oh, my aunt still doesn't know where all these young heroes come from. They are the owners of Furong Village! It's a pity that they have to wear some kind of mask to cover their handsome faces."

Zhang Haochu put on a straight face and said: "Hmph, sitting on the ground and sharing the spoils has a bad reputation, are you afraid that the poor will make trouble for him?"

This celestial master Taoist is open-minded by nature, but he obviously doesn't have a good impression of Qiao Zhuangzhu.Without him, Qiao Lekang bought stolen goods from thieves. It is said that even the grave objects were collected, but this greatly violated his bottom line!

Liu Shiyi, the owner of Luomei Villa, squinted his old eyes and said suspiciously: "Qiao Lekang has been famous for several years, but the old man doesn't know who he came from to acquire such a peerless lightness kung fu?"

The holy layman was thoughtful, and slowly said: "In the past, Lord Qingqiu ruled the world, and he was famous for his lightness kung fu of stepping on the snow..."

At this moment, Qiao Lekang said with a smile on the ring: "It's rude to come and not to go. Mr. Murong, let me, an unknown pawn, do a few tricks!" Touching the ground with his toes, he jumped up.

In an instant, a thousand afterimages of the jade flute appeared in his hand, and he rushed to Murong Yu like a ghost.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

Bai Yuxiao couldn't stop trembling, and within one move, he attacked seven acupuncture points all over his body!

Qiaojia No. 72 acupoint acupuncture and pulse cutting hand, there is emptiness in the reality, and reality in the emptiness.Even a person with sharp eyesight can't tell which of his moves is true and which is false!

Murong Yu suddenly lost color, his hands across the strings again.

But it was too late to say it, and it was already snatched by the opponent.He raised his hand and pushed it out with a palm, blocking the jade flute.

But Qiao Le and Kang Yuxiao swipe, still grabbing his shoulder.

He flew the string again, but it was too late to stop him, his left shoulder went numb, and his arm lost strength, and his true energy hit the Jianjing acupoint through the jade flute!

Qiao Lekang couldn't help but let out a long laugh: "Mr. Murong, I'm being rude!"

Mr. Murong held the zither in his right hand and stood upside down, standing on the stage facing him, his face was pale, one arm was hanging limp, although he could fight again, it was obviously meaningless.

After all, this competition in the arena is not a life-and-death fight, the winner has already been divided, and it is up to you!

Qiao Lekang was complacent when he suddenly felt the mask on his face sink.

It turned out that his fox-faced blindfold was tied behind his head with a ribbon. Earlier, under Mr. Murong's attack, he turned sharply and circled several times, being swept by his energy several times.

The ribbon was just an ordinary silk satin, it couldn't stand the surge of real power, when he stopped, it finally broke.

In an instant, the fox's face fell to the ground, revealing the true face of Mount Lu!

Murong Yu was blind, so naturally he couldn't see this scene.But the whole audience was watching him.

I saw that man's handsome face as white as jade, fox eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, affectionate but also ruthless, suave and suave, high-spirited!

The spectators in the audience saw this twists and turns, and the good show continued, and they were shocked into silence.After a pause, a deafening scream suddenly broke out!

"Master Furong!"

"Owner Qiao Le Kang Qiao!"

"What? Sit on the ground and share the spoils, it's him?!"