Chu Shou and Bei Hongqi were also startled by the sounds above.

Bei Hongqi came here because he didn't expect anyone to escape his awareness silently, and... and... he heard that person's voice seemed to be floating in the air. How did he do it?

Chu Shou thought differently from Bei Hongqi. When he heard the saying "Since you are here, don't leave", the first feeling that the person who came was definitely a cultivator who likes to show off.

Driven by curiosity, Bei Hongqi and Chu Shou both looked up and looked at him.

The two of them saw a man in white sitting cross-legged in the air, with a pair of jade zithers made of good materials placed in front of him. The man seemed not paying attention to anyone, but just focused on playing the zithers.

"If I remember correctly, he should be Duke Zhou Guanglu, right?" Bei Hongqi immediately recognized the man, and he murmured, "This feeling is a bit bad..."

That's right, this man in white is Zhou Ting. If Monk Shi was there, he would definitely recognize Zhou Ting, because this person is an old scholar who made a fortune.

What Bei Hongqi said was not good, because this extremely beautiful piano piece made him feel the changes in the world, just like the emperor wrote that document.

"What the hell is it? It's that mysterious power. These cultural people are so powerful." Bei Hongqi didn't know whether Zhou Ting recognized him or not. If this thing killed the wrong person, it would be no fun, so he turned around secretly and wanted to escape.

Unexpectedly, although Bei Hongqi wanted to leave, he couldn't lift his feet for a long time. He opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. It seemed that his body was already addicted to the sound of the piano and was no longer under his control.

Even Chu Shou felt something was wrong, and he found that he could not move, and even couldn't lift a tentacle.

"What kind of magic is this? It's not magic, nor is it fighting spirit..." Chu Shou wanted to ask Bei Hongqi very much, but he couldn't even do this at this time.

The sound of the piano is leisurely, making people feel indescribable comfort all over their body. It seems that both the body and mind must be integrated into nature and fly happily with the wind.

Suddenly, Zhou Ting gathered all his strength on his arms, and then heaved it. The sound of the piano suddenly changed from calm and peaceful to ambushing on all sides. The transformation process was extremely smooth and wonderful.

Everyone was awakened by the fighting spirit, but they found that they were still unable to move. If the sound of the piano before was intoxicating, then the sound of the piano now was so frightening that it could not move, as if it was surrounded by heavy troops on all sides. There was no way to escape, and they were trembling and sweating.

Bei Hongqi remembered the scene when the emperor killed the evil monk. Although he was aside at that time, he was not affected by the article, but now...

"Not good!" Bei Hongqi immediately thought of the other party's intention, and his heart was about to jump out, "This old man wants to kill someone to silence him! He can't sit still and wait for death!"

Bei Hongqi didn't know why Zhou Ting did this, but based on his keen intuition, he came to this conclusion-this intuition had saved him many times.

But even so, Bei Hongqi could not move a minute and could only let the mermaid meat. Only then did he realize the horror that the evil monk felt when he was killed by the emperor.

"My life is over!" Bei Hongqi finally knew the difference between his sports and literature.

Chu Shou didn't quite understand what was going on at this time, but he was very upset that he couldn't move.

In despair, the sound of flutes came from the hotel, facing these ambushings on the ten sides, as if a trace of vitality was opened up in the space covered by death.

Because of the interference of the flute sound, Bei Hongqi finally recovered. He looked up gratefully at Tang Zhi on the second floor.

Tang Zhi did not respond. He kept his mouth away from the flute. His eyes closed lightly, and he focused all his attention and brain power on how to play.

Yes, Tang Zhi could no longer expose his extra attention because his opponent was Zhou Ting, the literary master of the Later Zhou Dynasty.

Although Tang Zhi was called the number one talented man in the Later Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Ting was recognized as the master of literature, and the two were not of the same level at all.

Tang Zhi understood that Zhou Ting was not lying here ambush, but was discovered by him when he used Wenchang and mobilized the power of heaven and earth, so he used Wenchang to teleport here directly.

How terrifying the teleportation power that tear through the space! Tang Zhi understood that he could not do this at all.

"This man is going to silence you, everyone run away!" Ait poked his head out of the window and shouted to everyone.

Because Tang Zhi used the sound of the flute to resist just now, the sound of the piano as hard as iron walls became a little loose, and everyone could finally move, although it was not very flexible.

Everyone was reminded by Ait to wake up suddenly, and they all took a hard step and wanted to escape far away.

Ait's idea is very good. On the one hand, it can save everyone present, and on the other hand, this move may have the effect of disturbing Zhou Ting's mind.

The idea is good, but now everyone is moving as slow as a turtle under Zhou Ting's Wenchang. I guess when the Wenchang confrontation is over, no one can get out of a mile.

Zhou Ting felt no trouble in his heart, and he was still patient and thoughtfully played this masterpiece of eternal song.

As the sound of the piano gradually reached a tide, thousands of troops appeared faintly beside Zhou Ting, with endless military appearance and murderous intent.

The nameless army received the order and rushed straight to the hotel from a distance, which made everyone frightened - with this momentum and murderous aura, everyone knew that although this army was illusory, it was absolutely killing people, and it was not fake.

Facing Zhou Ting's army, Tang Zhi's flute sound became more gentle, like March, everyone suddenly found that they were surrounded by flowers. They could feel the fragrance of flowers and the spring atmosphere they brought, but these flowers were also as illusory as the army.

In an instant, the army had arrived, and the rolling and solemn it brought broke through the tranquility and harmony of this spring. The flowers shattered and drifted under the iron cavalry of the army, which was extremely sad and beautiful.

However, every time a flower was broken, the figure of the soldier slowly blurred and eventually disappeared. However, another soldier was on the top of him, endless.

However, flowers bloomed around the hotel at a speed that was no less than that of soldiers. Spring came and flowers fell and bloomed, just like the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and could not be broken.

This is the peak duel between two Wenchangs. Unfortunately, no one knows this bird here, but his heart is so depressed that he is eager to leave here immediately.

Suddenly, a slight cracking sound came from the direction of the flute sound. With the cracking sound, the flowers blooming around the hotel seemed to have suffered a fatal blow, and instantly withered and disappeared, and could no longer protect everyone.

Tang Zhi looked at the broken flute in his hand and couldn't help but sigh sadly - it turned out that his skills were too shallow, but he lost to Zhou Ting.

Looking at the hideous and ethereal army, everyone couldn't help but feel a strong despair.

Although Zhou Ting was in sight of victory, he was calm and played the Yaoqin at the right pace, without giving everyone a room to turn around.

At this moment, a loud fart sound rushed into the graceful sound of the piano, breaking the beauty of the scene. Hearing such a vulgar voice, Zhou Ting couldn't help but caress a string.

"Who put it!" Zhou Ting finally opened his eyes and looked at everyone coldly. Although the performance did not stop, due to the weakening of momentum, the flood-like soldiers disappeared instantly.

Of course, no one will come forward to admit this kind of question if asked ten or nine times. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!

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