"Did you hear it wrong?" Jiang Qing frowned slightly.

In front of a top musician, questioning that she "listened" wrong is undoubtedly a great humiliation. Since Jiang Qing took charge of the Pipa Gate of the Suspended Sound Museum, she has never heard these three words again. Now she suddenly heard it, and even made her stunned.

"Yes, you heard it right. You heard it wrong." Xiao Haochen smiled sarcastically.

Jiang Qing reached out to stop everyone behind him who wanted to step forward, "Where did the Taoist priest get the elegant interest today? He is willing to start a puzzle with me. But he is going to sweep the Taoist priest's fun."

"If you don't have culture, you don't have culture. Just say I'm playing riddles. You're pretending to understand if you don't understand." Xiao Haochen dragged his tone and said "Huh" long, full of disgust, "It's terrible to be uncultured."

Jiang Qing still looked calm, "The Pipa Demon Voice is a musical instrument that is hard to find for our Pipa School. It is said that it can attract others' minds, but it has been lost for many years. When I just heard this song here, I could feel that there was still demonic ghosts in my heart that could not be driven away. So, I wanted to come and confirm it. I offended it."

"Oh, it seems that the pipa demon sound is quite good." Xiao Haochen glanced at the Hongpao Tower Master.

But at this time, the owner of the Red Robe had a pale face and could not speak. It was obvious that she had been secretly suppressed by Jiang Qing with internal force. She had never practiced martial arts during her lifetime, and she had no power to resist in front of this internal force, and could not even be able to do the most basic movement.

"She is now the master of Tianji Tower and knows everything in the world." Xiao Haochen played a sound blade, "It seems not surprising that she knows this song."

Jiang Qing withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and looked at the blade marks on his hand, "Does the Taoist priest want to toast and not eat the punishment for wine?"

"But in your toast, I didn't see your respect." Xiao Haochen stroked Qing and said calmly: "I can't drink this wine."

Cuiyun Pin.

The drizzle was blown by the wind.

Appoint a name.

Even the rain cannot feel the traces of the fingering method.

Bai Chengzhou has confidence. The infinite changes of Lotus have revealed the weakness of the assassin in front of him, that is, he only has one sword technique, no fancy sword technique. One sword technique can't deal with each move, let alone adapt to the situation.

As long as you are familiar with the trajectory of drawing the sword, this person will have many flaws all over his body.

"It's this moment!" Bai Chengzhou shouted.

And at the same time, the man in the robe raised his head.

Bai Chengzhou finally saw his face clearly at this moment and his eyes clearly. It was obvious that even though he came to kill someone, there was no trace of hostility in his eyes, but it was extremely pure.

It's so pure that there is only "empty".

But this kind of "emptiness" is not empty "emptiness", but "emptiness" that has no emotions and is extremely clear.

The man in the robe waved his sword and stopped the finger.

"Chen? Are you that person's apprentice?" Bai Chengzhou looked at the simple and unpretentious sword body and said in shock.

"You thought I had found my flaw." The man in the robe had no emotional ups and downs.

Bai Chengzhou looked up and looked at him in disbelief.

"Little did I know that I broke all your flowers with just one sword."

"Good sword technique. Is there a name for a sword?" Bai Chengzhou exclaimed.

"When the master taught me, the sword technique had no name. Later, I realized the truth from this sword technique and named it Yiye Zhiqiu." The man in the robe took back the sword, "It means one sword, breaking all the methods."

"Okay." After Bai Chengzhou said this word, he flew backwards to the steps.

"Owner!" In the Zhuquefang, spring wood and autumn water both flew out.

The man in the robe turned around and looked at Emperor Jingyang indifferently.

Emperor Jingyang was also watching him. Even though he was in danger, he still had a domineering aura on his body. At this time, many masters from the martial arts world and royal family worship had reached the top of Cuiyun and surrounded the man in the robe.

Kong Wenliang took a step forward, "Who is coming?"

"Bold assassin, come and sign up." A swordsman shouted.

The man in the robe looked at Emperor Jingyang, "My surname is Ling."

"Which Ling?" Everyone was shocked, but Emperor Jingyang's face remained unchanged.

The man in the robe raised his eyebrows and refused to answer.

However, Emperor Jingyang spoke with slightest voice: "Ling Jianqiu."

"Ling Jianqiu?" Kong Wenliang frowned, but soon he reacted, "Is it that Ling Jianqiu?"

"It's the remnant of Loulan!" In the Cuiyun Pin, many people from the world experienced the battle to encircle Loulan that year, so this name was not unfamiliar to them. At that time, the Jianghu coalition forces could not move in the desert, so they had to seek the help of a mysterious force, on the premise that they accepted a book of killing, and major sects even circulated this book in turn.

The name of one of the portraits in the handwritten book is Ling Jianqiu.

"So that's how the people here call us." Ling Jianqiu said lightly, then slowly took a step in the sword forest and sword rain.

Kong Wenliang waved his fan to stop the masters of the martial arts world, and also took a step forward and came to Emperor Jingyang, "His Royal Highness Anlan."

Ling Jianqiu glanced at him, "You want to stop me?"

"King Anlan was given a high title by the late emperor. When the king and prince entered the capital, they did not fail to meet the saints before they met, but instead held the sword unsheathed to the front of the emperor." Kong Wenliang glanced at the sword in his hand, "Your Highness, you are a little rude."

"I came here to get a debt." Ling Jianqiu refused coldly.

"Since that's the case, it saves the effort of first rituals and then troops." Kong Wenliang shook his feather fan.

"Why should we treat people who are unkind and unrighteous?" Ling Jianqiu moved the sword three inches away.

The momentum of a sword.

Destroy the forest.

Broken rain.

"Is this the plan you set up?" Emperor Jingyang raised his head, his eyes crossed the flying swords, and looked at the altar.

Suzakufang.

"President Xiao." An elder who looked like a Taoist dress fell to the ground. It was the Qingcheng Mountain Heavenly Master who had just spoken kindly and persuaded Xiao Haochen.

"What's the important thing about Qi Tianshi?"

"I respect your master as a Taoist immortal master, and I respect you too." Qi Tianshi sighed.

"You should have respected me too, because I am the head of Daokui." Xiao Haochen said with a smile.

"But what you are doing now is not what Daokui does."

"Then what should I do?"

"At least, you shouldn't protect this woman now. Although the magical sound of the pipa cannot be attracted by others, it can play what people think, which is ultimately a wrong way."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Haochen glanced at the Hongpao Tower Master and laughed, "You are wrong. I'm not trying to protect her."

"First, we cut off her pipa and prevented us from verifying it, and then we stopped us from coming forward to confirm. If we were not protecting her, why!" Jiang Qing shouted.

"I just don't want you to disturb my performance."

Xiao Haochen put away his smile and his eyes sterned.

It's just a piano music, which has changed the elegant style of the past.

Instead, it becomes vast and difficult to find, but is everywhere.
Chapter completed!