"Piano sound?"

Ye Feng suddenly looked up: "It's so familiar, I should have heard of it."

"Lord of the Palace, the sound of the Qinyin came from that attic. Do you want to go in and take a look?" Li Feng pointed to a Shiyin Pavilion not far away and said

The attic floated in the air, shaped like a four-cornered pagoda, and the sound of the piano came from there

"I didn't expect it would be him." Ye Feng suddenly remembered this old friend. He showed a smile on his face and flew into the sky loft.

Although the attic is not big, the space is very wide. When you go in, you will see a two-story restaurant. Many young monks sit in the audience, holding fine wine and listening to the moving singing voices of fragrant tea, but the sound of the piano is just a foil for the singing.

A strong wind blew up, and Ye Feng's slender voice suddenly appeared in the center. He looked around as if no one was around, but found a woman playing the piano and singing on the high platform on the second floor. Her voice was beautiful and pleasant.

"No, this piano sound may be played by a woman." Ye Feng frowned

At this time, the woman stopped her hands and the piano sound stopped abruptly

"What a moving sound, but the piano is beautiful." Many guests stood up and praised his hands.

The woman smiled without showing her teeth, and she was so graceful and charming that she was indescribable

"The little girl's performance has passed, so let's see you all practicing according to poetry." The woman held the guqin and sat aside.

At this time, a man smiled and bowed, "Since that's the case, I'll take the lead."

After the words fell, a bell that sounded like thunder.

"The guests were shocked by Zhong Qi" the man held an ancient clock in his hand and chanted, but everyone present frowned and expressed their displeasure.

But before he could chant, a man flew out again

"It turns out to be Mr. He. I heard that Mr. He is a master of the Tianjian Sect and is proficient in sword techniques. I wonder if I have the honor to see it today." The woman's eyes were smiling, and her delicate body moved slightly and couldn't say anything.

Mr. He bowed and smiled, "Miss Shiyin, I'm so ugly."

After saying that, Mr. He's face changed, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Draw the sheath"

With a clear sound of the sword, Mr. He had a long sword as thin as a silkworm wing in his hand. The sword was not just a false appearance, but a real immortal weapon.

The next moment, the sword danced, and the sword light flashed in the entire lobby. The cold sword energy was wrapped around the necks of the guests like a gossip, as if it was going to take lives at any time. It caused some unstable monks to change their faces, and they wanted to sacrifice magic weapons to resist the sword energy.

"Haha, a sword dance moves everywhere." Mr. He laughed loudly.

The man holding the treasure bell changed his expression and he hurriedly rang the treasure bell.

"The second dancer meets the color of being depressed" the sword energy becomes more and more fierce and dense, as if it condenses into a dark cloud, and the waves are approaching the man and leaving

"Buzz" As soon as the bell stopped, the man fell down in frustration: "I might as well."

"Haha, it's just the benefits of magic weapons, I've given up." Mr. He bowed and smiled.

Ye Feng couldn't help but smile at this scene: "Interesting, these idle monks can really find ways to enjoy themselves, and they even thought of fighting poems, but I don't have time to listen to them chant poems here."
Chapter completed!