"That goldfish is very ordinary, how can it be the bloodline of the Demon King?"

The ancestor of blood refining was speechless, the reason why that goldfish can be called the king of inspiration, the breath is like that of the demon king. It's all because of a drop of his blood.

The people present looked at each other, that goldfish, just an ordinary goldfish?

So why did it change so much all of a sudden?

Suddenly, Miao Shan and the others thought of a drop of blood from the ancestor of blood refining that day, which made them dumbfounded and completely dumbfounded.

A drop of blood, sanctifying?

Isn't this the blood of the Immortal Emperor that can only be done?

Thinking deeply of something, the people present looked at each other, and for a while, they didn't know what to say.

Immortal Emperor?

This ancestor of blood refining is actually an immortal emperor?

They don't believe it.

Maybe...... Maybe there's something special about his blood.

They can only be so perfunctory and give themselves an explanation.

At this moment, the ancestor of blood refining cut through his left finger with his right finger, and suddenly, a drop of blood splashed out.

At this time, Yang Tianzi and the others looked very seriously, last time, they were not so concentrated, this time, they concentrated and saw clearly,

This drop of blood is golden.

But, like purple,

Miao Shan sighed with emotion: "It is rumored that the Immortal Emperor, every drop of blood contains the qi of purple qi from the east, and the description of this drop of blood and the blood of the Immortal Emperor seems to be ........"

Almost!

But these three words are too hard to say.

Yang Tianzi and the others were stunned on the spot.

Immortal Emperor?

The ancestor of blood refining is the Immortal Emperor?

It seems to be, but it doesn't seem to be,

Yang Tianzi and others were helpless.

The pig that suffered a drop of Wu Tian's blood, his cloudy eyes, seemed to be confused, and he shouted to Wu Tian gratefully: "Thank you, thank you." ”

"No thanks. Wu Tian shook his head, thanked by a pig, no matter how he thought about it, he also felt that this was not a good thing.

"In the future, your name will be Zhu Bajie!" After the words fell, Wu Tian pointed to Xiu'er on the bed and said, "Zhu Bajie, you go and wake it up for me, remember to keep calling it...... Iron Sweep"!

Iron sweep?

Who is this calling?

Yang Tianzi coughed and reminded: "Senior, my daughter's name is Xiu'er, not Tie Sweep." ”

Wu Tian didn't bother to pay attention to him,

Just let Zhu Bajie call the iron sweep.

The little talking pig immediately went up,

"Iron Sweep...... Iron Sweep ...... Iron Sweep. ”

It called diligently, but it was slow to get a response.

“......”

Yang Tianzi looked at the Blood Refining Ancestor again.

Wu Tian wearing bronze: "......"

He didn't expect this to work?

Where does that put his face?

What's missing?

What's missing?

Wu Tian was confused,

Finally, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "What is there that can shock the heart and infect people's hearts, can make people empathize, and stimulate emotions?"

As soon as his words came out, Yang Tianzi and the others looked at each other.

"I knew there was something that could be like this, but ......" Miaoshan thought of something, a little hesitant.

"But what?" Wu Tian looked over.

But this kind of thing is not a physical thing, but an intangible thing. "Miao Shandao,

"Invisible?" Wu Tian was confused for a while,

Yang Tianzi also looked confused,

What exactly is this talking about?

Everyone's eyes are a little strange.

"Intangible things refer to sounds, such as Buddhism, the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism, in fact, affects a person, and it is rumored that it can be called the iron tree to bloom and the water drops to wear the stone. Miao Shan said,

Yang Tianzi also thought of something, and said: "I know, musician, yes, it's a musician." Five thousand years ago, there was a musician, who was not convinced that the musician was just for people's fun, so he worked hard, and since then, the definition of musician is different from the past, and it belongs to one of many professions such as array mage and alchemist. ”

After speaking, he looked at the ancestor of blood refining with a strange face: "Musician, although this profession is rising, it is very remote, so there are many musicians, but there are few musicians who can fight." ”

Li Xiangshi and the others nodded, but looking at the ancestor of blood refining and listening carefully, it seemed that he didn't know that the musician already had a battle musician and an ordinary musician.

How is this possible?

Combat Musician,

Rose 5,000 years ago,

Old-timers, knowledgeable, it's impossible not to know.

"I ...... Behind closed doors. Seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, Wu Tian was a little embarrassed.

In the eyes of others, he is not young, a generation of old-timers. In fact, where is it, what happened in ten thousand years, Wu Tian doesn't know.

"Behind closed doors?" Yang Tianzi and the others looked at each other, and their faces became even more strange. The rise of musicians, this thing, five thousand years, has been out a few times, and it should be heard of.

But the ancestor of blood refining didn't know at all,

What does this mean?

The ancestor of blood refining has lived in the house for at least thousands of years, and has never gone out at all.

Dignified old-timers,

How did you get to this point?

In the opinion of Yang Tianzi and others, is the knowledge of the ancestor of blood refining the first in the world?

Nobody knows.

But in terms of "house", he is the first in the world.

"Which of you knows this kind of vocal skill?" said the Ancestor of Blood Refining.

"Combat musicians, rare. Fewer people who know the skills of a combat musician...... How could we?" Yang Tianzi and the others shook their heads one by one,

"That's right. Wu Tian pondered for a moment, and immediately said, "Then Yang Liuzong, hurry up and find it." ”

Afraid that Yang Tianzi would not do his best, Wu Tian added: "If not, your daughter may not be able to wake up." ”

"This ......" Yang Tianzi was immediately worried and anxious: "But...... But where will there be a place on the edge of the continent......? I can't find it. ”

"Can't find a musician who knows how to do it?"

Wu Tian said "oh!" in his heart.

I didn't expect that there would be such a small number of combat musicians.

"Do you have any powerful musical instruments?" Wu Tian pondered for a while, then looked at Yang Tianzi and the others.

Some Arcana, in which there are spirits, for example, the sword of the sword, which no one can wield themselves.

Wu Tian hopes that Yang Liuzong can find such a musical instrument,

"Musical instrument?" Yang Tianzi shook his head: "Senior, it seems that you don't know enough about musicians, music, pay attention to the word bosom friend, a musical instrument, if you can't find the real owner, then ...... But for the sake of the king, he has been moaning to this day...... A musical instrument does not make a sound at all until it meets a bosom friend. ”

musical instrument

With the musicians,

Fundamentally a temper,

If you have a bosom friend, you can call anything.

Don't have a bosom friend?

Nothing?

"This ......" the Blood Refining Ancestor thought for a moment and said, "If you have such a musical instrument, bring it first." ”

"Well, since the seniors insisted. Yang Tianzi nodded, waved his hand, and asked the disciple to bring the musical instrument.

Immediately, some disciples went out, and when they came back, they saw ten disciples with a struggling face, carrying a long box.

Every step they take, their breath is not smooth.

Finally, ten disciples came to Wu Tian with the occasion, Wu Tian went up, opened the pitch-black box, but saw that it was a guqin.

The body of the piano is snow-white, and it contains a trace of dragon energy, like a white dragon, but the strings are weirdly black.

It's a good piano.

But Yang Tianzi sighed: "What's the use of having a piano, there is no musician." ”

"yes. Miao Shan sighed.

Wu Tian waved his hand: "What are you doing so pessimistic? I'm starting to be a musician now." ”

"Now?" the crowd was dumbfounded.

(End of chapter)