At this moment, Chen Feng's eyes were focused on the big drum, and after beating ten times at this moment, the coercion on the surface of the big drum no longer resisted him, but accepted him, so now Chen Feng didn't feel the slightest suppression.

However, Chen Feng did not immediately compose a song, but gently stroked it, the rusty drum in front of him, the mottled drum body, and the dried blood marks on the drum surface all revealed the vicissitudes and extraordinaryness of this drum.

After beating the drum twenty times, Chen Feng could clearly hear a trace of the pathos of the Jin Ge Iron Horse and a trace of regret of unpaid ambition from the melodious drum.

This drum should have been on the battlefield, praising the tenderness of iron and blood, screaming the mountains and sea of blood, and sighing at the horse leather shroud, but now it is buried in a place like Qingyin Pavilion, and it is unwilling.

"Aren't you unwilling?"

Touching the surface of the big drum and feeling the fluctuations coming from the big drum, Chen Feng's heart was also full of ripples, in this impetuous world, the weak eat the strong, the inferior are eliminated, Chen Feng is even more unwilling.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp and look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp!"

The faint voice slowly sounded from Chen Feng's mouth, and Chen Feng also moved at this moment, and the back of his fist slammed into the drum surface, resounding with regretful and unwilling music.

"Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turn over the outside sound!"

At this moment, Chen Feng began to dance unconsciously, his unruly figure, like a wild goose with wings, waving on the stage to his heart's content, and at some point in his hand, a spear appeared, the cold light flickered, and the spear was awe-inspiring.

Knock knock!

The sound of drums was accompanied by singing, setting off the gun dance, and at this moment, everyone seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of Chen Feng's song.

In their minds, they seemed to be able to imagine that in the dead of night, a strong man was drunk in the middle of the night, turning on the lights again and again, looking at the sword that had accompanied him for many years, eager to go to the battlefield and wave the Northern Expedition.

He felt that the sky was dawning, and a loud and majestic horn sounded in the continuous barracks. He treated the soldiers to large pieces of roast beef for them to share, and the military band played high-pitched and agitated war songs to fuel the spirit. On the battlefield of autumn wind hunting, he inspected all kinds of soldiers and horses, preparing to go on the expedition.

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death!"

A burst of passionate songs sounded again, and the artistic conception changed again at this moment, as if they had come to the battlefield, and the soldiers rode horses and galloped, as fast as "Lu", galloping; The enemy collapsed and was completely defeated. He led his soldiers to finally complete the great cause of recovering the lost territory and unifying the dynasty, and won an immortal reputation before and after his death.

With this passionate qufu, everyone's mood is mobilized, this kind of golden iron horse, swallowing like a tiger's momentum, makes many people's hearts surging and unable to calm down for a long time.

"Poor white happens!"

When the word fu reached the end, the most passionate and surging feelings finally fell. It turned out that the magnificent and grand military appearance, the battle of the prancing horse, and the brilliant victory, and the fame of a thousand years, were all dreams.

A strong sense of regret and tragedy, in this last sentence, the interpretation is incisive, in the end, it turned out to be all a dream, what an unwilling and regretful thing!

The people around, after hearing this last sentence, all entered it one after another, and they actually sighed faintly, and their emotions of unwillingness and regret reached the extreme.

Boom!

At this moment, the originally motionless drum suddenly buzzed, bursting with extremely terrifying light......

"Pick up the lamp to look at the sword when you are drunk, and blow the horn in your dream. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield, Lu on the horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

The surrounding people are still immersed in the artistic conception of this song, and everyone is shocked by this song.

The ambition at the beginning of Qu Fu made everyone's hearts surging and ambitious, but the pitiful sentence at the end of the sentence was full of countless sorrows and regrets, which made everyone sigh in their hearts.

Even Zhao Yanbin, after listening to this song, his handsome face showed a hint of deep thought, and there was no doubt that he was involuntarily immersed in the artistic conception of this song.

On the edge of the stage, Nangong Snow Kite's beautiful eyes rippled, she couldn't see the slightest flaw in this song, everything was so flawless, whether it was the passionate picture on the battlefield, or the lament of not being able to fight in the end, everything was so reasonable.

Rumble!

On the surface of the morning bell and dusk drum, an extremely terrifying and dazzling light burst out, and this light became more and more blazing and dazzling, and the surging drum sound was continuously transmitted from the drum surface, as if pouring out the excitement at the moment.

When this light rose to the extreme, a pillar of light pierced the sky and rose to the sky, and the huge stage trembled violently at this moment, and then collapsed inch by inch.

Nangong Xueyuan and Zhao Yanbin's faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly used their skills to leave the stage, and their faces were solemn.

The pillar of light gradually disappeared, and the morning bell and dusk drum slowly appeared in front of everyone, on the surface of the drum, the rusty traces have completely disappeared without a trace, and at this moment it is as smooth as jade, sharp and compelling.

At this moment, Chen Feng stepped on the void with the soles of his feet, and he also left the stage, looking up at the big drum suspended above the stage, which had changed hugely, Chen Feng's brows were slightly furrowed, this morning bell and dusk drum were not simple.

A terrifying aura poured out from within the morning bell and dusk drum, and this aura far surpassed the level of an enlightenment-level artifact.

"Oh my God! The morning bell and dusk drum actually opened successfully, doesn't that mean that Chen Feng and Zhao Gongzi's gambling battle, Zhao Gongzi lost?"

"Who is this son sacred? Not only did he ring the morning bell and dusk drum twenty times, but finally he succeeded in consecrating. ”

Feeling the strong aura gushing out from the morning bell and twilight drum, a commotion suddenly sounded around him, and a trace of shock appeared in everyone's eyes, no one expected that the morning bell and twilight drum were finally opened successfully.

And the person who successfully opened the light was the unknown Chen Feng in front of him.

In the Qingyin Pavilion, the atmosphere became extremely silent at this moment, and everyone's eyes stared at the morning bell and dusk drum that had been successfully opened.

"Opened the light successfully?"

Ying Hualan's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes were already full of shock, and she suddenly realized that she had seriously underestimated the young man named Chen Feng.

At this moment, the corner of Ying Hualan's mouth showed a wry smile and said, "It turns out that the strongest person in Qingxuan Town is not Qi Xiaoyun, but this Chen Feng. ”

Nangong Snow Kite, who was standing on the edge of the stage, showed a smile at the corner of her mouth, her beautiful eyes stared quietly at the glowing morning bell and dusk drum, and the back under the light, her clear eyes were filled with a touch of joy, Ying Ying saluted Chen Feng and smiled: "This son, you have done Snow Kite a great favor this time, and Snow Kite will play a solo song "Bodhisattva Man" for you tonight." ”

As soon as Nangong Xue Kite's words came out, everyone around her was moved, and she really didn't expect that it was the unknown young man in front of her who finally got this opportunity.

Zhao Yanbin's face was gloomy, today's limelight, he was robbed by Chen Feng, he was used to being high, and he was naturally extremely unhappy.

"Then thank you Miss Snow Kite for your love. ”

The corners of his mouth rose, Chen Feng thanked him, now he is actually quite eager to enter the Heavenly Dao Law again, and there will be a selection competition tomorrow, and he also wants to make his strength a little stronger.

"Childe is polite, this was originally the promise of the snow kite. ”

At this moment, the morning bell and dusk drum suddenly erupted with extremely blazing light, this power had already surpassed the scope of the realm of enlightenment, and the violent power scattered throughout the stage, scattering around.

"Be careful!" Chen Feng watched an energy fly from the stage towards the Nangong Snow Kite, and with a wave of his right hand, a red-gold thunder dragon flew out of his body, blasting towards that energy, but unexpectedly, the energy was extremely terrifying, annihilating the Thunder Dragon into countless powders with the momentum of destroying the ancient and decaying, and then continued to fly towards the Nangong Snow Kite.

At this moment, a black and white divine power with golden light passed through the void and collided with this energy, only to hear a bang, the two energies were annihilated at the same time, turning into countless mist and dissipating.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this black and white energy, and then he looked at the source of that energy, and found that the figure of the black smoke was quite illusory standing outside the wind flower area and smiled lightly at him.

Chen Feng nodded, expressing his gratitude to the black smoke.

Nangong Snow Kite smiled, waved her jade hand, and the big drum suspended in the sky was included in the Qiankun bag.

Nangong Snow Kite's hand made Chen Feng's pupils shrink, and secretly said that this Nangong Snow Kite is powerful, maybe others can't see how terrifying his red golden thunder dragon is, but he knows that the red gold thunder dragon he released just now can completely kill the peak of the middle stage of the Enlightenment Realm, but under the attack of the energy of the big drum, it can't even support half a breath, and even the black smoke released a life and death divine power with phoenix essence blood to annihilate it, and this Nangong Snow Kite actually put the morning bell and dusk drum into the Qiankun bag so easily, which surprised him.

The morning bell and dusk drum are still in the process of opening the light, and the time it takes to open the light will take at least two hours, and now only after the light on the surface of the drum is completely gone, revealing its original face, you can know the grade of this drum spirit treasure.

And this Nangong Snow Kite obviously didn't want others to know the grade of this morning bell and dusk drum, so he put it in the Qiankun bag in advance.