He turned around and left the room, returned to his seat, then leaned back, closed his eyes, and took a nap. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone looked at his behavior of hanging his children, and regarded this grand event as a child's play, and they were all secretly angry.

In the midst of the chaos, someone asked, "Why are you like this? You are not such a person." You hate the hypocrisy of the immortals, are you so honest? You hate the immortals chasing fame, so why do you want to compete for the position of breaking the clouds?"

Pan Xuan knew the answer in his heart, and the answer had been deposited for a long time, and it was only now gradually coming to the surface.

He hated Wan Xian, but he was Wan Xian. As early as the first time he tried in the Immortal Dew Spring, when he encountered annihilation, he cut off his hands and feet and left his name in the book, and his heart was divided into two, one for ten thousand immortals and the other for ten thousand ghosts. The half of the ten thousand immortals stayed here, and the half of the ten thousand ghosts turned into a blood cloud, and the blood cloud was free with the detachment technique of the Xuanye Demon Suppression Skill, but the soul remained in the bottom of the heart.

Immortal Death once said: "Ten thousand ghosts will eventually hate ten thousand immortals." "Even if there is harmony for a while, but the nature is like this, it is like a wild goose flying south, birds returning to their nests, tigers eating sheep and rabbits, the weak and the strong eating the strong, and over time, hatred is born of itself.

Now that hatred has finally shown its fangs, coiling to protect Wan Xian, but hating Wan Xian. He didn't want to be in the company of Wan Xian, but he wanted to become the master craftsman of Wan Xian.

You are self-inflicted, you knew this was the case, why did you covet the magic of the night?

I have evil thoughts in my heart, even if the blood cloud is not born, I will eventually not tolerate the immortals, I created him, so I will abandon the evil thoughts for the time being, but I can stay here for a long time.

What is that evil thought?

That's too....

There was a sound like a landslide and a crack, his body shook, his thoughts were interrupted, and he saw that the two people on the stage had divided the victory and defeat, and Kunpeng won Xuantu. The battle was fierce, but in the end, Kunpeng was the better one.

Yu Yazi approached him and asked, "Brother Shu, what are you thinking?"

Pan Xuan took her jade hand, put it on his lips and kept kissing, Yu Yazi felt that his lips were cold, and his demeanor was not affectionate, but he just pretended to be debauched, and his heart couldn't help but be sour, and asked, "You.... Why bother?"

During the banquet, the people from the Heavenly Gate became more and more dissatisfied, and someone scolded: "Pan Xuan, you sit up straight for me! Be more disciplined!" Pan Xuan let go of the palm of the rain cliff, smiled slightly, and fell asleep with his head up.

The visitors on the mountain also saw this matter clearly, and a woman said sadly: "He.... Obviously, there is.... Lu Zhenying, I have forgiven him, but why is he.... Even my own master...", he said and wept.

Many women were infected by her, and they couldn't bear the grief, crying very badly, crying bitterly, crying, complaining, accusing, and even scolding, full of love turned into denunciation, as if there was hatred in the bones. When the male disciples around heard this, they agreed again and again.

The masters competed several times, each showing their magical powers, for a time the fire icicles, thunder and light boulders, emerge in endlessly, the power is magnificent, the audience is addicted to all kinds of immortal laws, and the heart is shaken, and they turn a blind eye to the coiled behavior.

Soon after, someone exclaimed, "It's Zhang Qianfeng!"

Zhang Qianfeng also attracted much attention in the door a few years ago, known as the fastest disciple in ancient and modern times, but soon after he was replaced by coils, and Zhang Qianfeng has never returned for several years, many people have forgotten him, at this time, but they all thought about it, and they missed it, which was even more sensational.

The person who competed with Zhang Qianfeng was called Huang Tuzhong, who was the top master of the Heaven and Earth School, known as the "Law of Huang Zhong", holding an erhu in his hand, a yaoqin on his back, and a clump of white beards. Qian Lingzi knew that Huang Tuzhong was powerful, and said with a smile: "Kunpeng, you former apprentice, you must be defeated now, how many moves do you think he can sustain?"

Kunpeng said with a smile: "Qianfeng's entry into the realm has long exceeded my expectations, and it is difficult to say who killed the deer." ”

Qian Lingzi counted with his fingers: "If I say that I can't make a hundred moves, he will have to go down." ”

Others thought: "This hundred moves is really a lot of leniency, and I said that he may not be able to pass fifty moves." ”

Zhang Qianfeng was haggard than before, as if he had suffered a lot, because of this, he looked more and more handsome, his eyes were like a divine pool, his expression was respectful, his edge was not revealed, and he arched his hand towards Huang Tuzhong and said: "Senior Huang, I will ask you for advice, please forgive me for the crime of rudeness." ”

Everyone on the mountain thought: "Zhang Qianfeng is as famous as Pan Xuan, but he is a humble gentleman, and he is good at attracting people." ”

Huang Tuzhong said with a smile: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Qianfeng, you are a young hero, and you have a bright future, and I don't know how many tricks I can stop you from doing with my old body?" He nodded at Zhang Qianfeng and motioned for him to strike first.

Zhang Qianfeng put on a posture, his hands were half open, it was a move "Yaochi Jiahui", Huang Tuzhong nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Why be so polite?" Legend has it that the Queen Mother of the West banquets the immortals in Yaochi every thousand years, and Huang Tuzhong's "Yaoqin" blade, it is rumored that its voice also comes from Yaochi, Zhang Qianfeng's move is both artistic conception and friendly.

The two of them stood for a moment, and Zhang Qianfeng's internal force of the Yaochi Jiahui spread out, turning into a strong wind and hitting Huang Tuzhong. Huang Tuzhong pulled the erhu, and with two sounds, two white lights spread out, canceling out Zhang Qianfeng's internal strength. Huang Tuzhong thought to himself: "This kid's internal strength is really powerful, I don't know who is more clever compared to Kunpeng?"

He jumped slightly, already floating in mid-air, took out the yaoqin, and flew towards Zhang Qianfeng in three ways according to the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and the sound wave shocked, making the true qi doubly strong, but the attack was ingenious, just like the sound of the piano. Zhang Qianfeng's sleeve robe flicked, and the internal force was played out from afar, dissolving the true qi of the sound wave, without showing any embarrassment. But Huang Tuzhong's internal strength was endless, his right hand hooked and pushed, the strength was ever-changing, slow and impermanent, and in an instant, the thirty zhang square circle of the ring was shrouded in his sound waves.

There is an old man of the Sword Sect whose face changed color, and said: "This is the tune of the monarch and the minister, Huang Tuzhong, this old boy is so impatient, he actually uses a mastery of the younger boys?"

It is rumored that Huang Tuzhong's song "Junchen Song" is respectful, the enemy is in it, and the sound is biased as a minister, if the opponent listens to his voice for a long time, his mind is restricted, and his internal strength will be greatly reduced, and it is difficult to condense, which is called "The king calls the minister to die, and the minister has to die".

If he is an enemy of this Huang Tuzhong, he has to go all out as soon as he comes up, and he wants to have taboos in his heart, and he can't spare his hands to make this "Junchen Song", but Huang Tuzhong is extremely immortal and unpredictable, if he wants to work in a hurry, how can he not see the flaws? It is because this Huang Tuzhong is extremely tricky, and even Kunpeng can hardly say that he will win.

Zhang Qianfeng was in the sound of the piano, and his shot was still not hurried or slow, calm and heavy, Huang Tuzhong let out a "huh", his face was surprised, and he thought: "This move is also peculiar, how can it stop my tune? Unless the internal force reaches the realm of breaking clouds, how can it not be controlled by me?"

Although he was puzzled for a while, but at this time he was sure to win, why be afraid? The left hand is locked and flicked, the bell is a few sounds, the sound of the piano is great, and the sound of civil and martial arts is already the power of the Holy Emperor in ancient times, it is expected that Zhang Qianfeng must surrender, Zhang Qianfeng's body is not shaking, whirring two palms, and after ten zhang calling, Huang Tuzhong "hummed", grabbed and pinched, and the strings shook and dissipated the palm power.

Zhang Qianfeng said: "In the next is also a rough sound rhythm, I have to listen to the immortal sound of my predecessors, and I have benefited a lot. Suddenly, the left and right palms slowly rolled out, which was the move of the Tianqin Cloud String Palm, the palm power reached the heavens, down to the abyss, the aura was swallowed, faint and clear, and it actually changed along the sound of Huang Tuzhong's qin, like an accompaniment.

The strength of the two collided, and the waves were unbearable, but you came and went, and disputes continued, Huang Tuzhong was dripping in cold sweat, and he was jealous: "His palm power.... What kind of kung fu is it to create variables on your own and fill in the gaps in my piano sound?"

Zhang Qianfeng's palms froze in the air, the palm power was endless, and after a while, the strings of Huang Tuzhong's Yaoqin vibrated on their own, and played according to Zhang Qianfeng's wishes, Huang Tuzhong shouted in his heart that it was not good, and he was so anxious that he almost vomited blood.

His Yaoqin, which seems to be ordinary, is actually a magic weapon obtained by Huang Tuzhong after searching for a hundred years, which is made by integrating the aura of heaven and earth, and the number of days, and the meaning of the universe, so that Huang Tuzhongqin sends out sword energy, and the sound of the sword and piano is effortless, and if the martial arts are doubled, otherwise how can he control such a majestic immortal qi? But this qin has aura, and Huang Tuzhong is just a half-teacher and half-friend, at this time he fought with Zhang Qianfeng, and in the dark, he regarded Zhang Qianfeng as a bosom friend, and he was in danger of losing control.

Huang Tuzhong gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and the ten fingers of his hands flew one after another, splitting, hitting, ticking, ticking, wheeling, playing, rounding, and rolling, plucking the strings like a shower, so urging the internal strength, not only to fight against the enemy, but also to defeat the demons and regain the gnosis of this qin.

Zhang Qianfeng suddenly shouted, his palms were divided, and with a bang, Huang Tuzhong's body shook violently, the sound of the piano in the field suddenly disappeared, and there was silence all around. Huang Tuzhong stared at Zhang Qianfeng with both eyes, and there was a hidden anger between his eyebrows, and he shouted: "Where did you get such deep skills? How can you suppress my tune?"

Zhang Qianfeng said: "In the next two years, I went to the secret realm, and occasionally had a strange fate, and I had to meet a friend, and we fell in love, and the friend passed on some luck and pranayama methods to me. ”

Huang Tuzhong said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, who is your friend, how can you have such ability?"

Zhang Qianfeng shook his head and said: "I really don't know his name in the lower committee, but after his recommendation, I also know several extremely amazing masters." These masters have their own skills, and they can have today's ability below. ”

Huang Tuzhong didn't dare to play the piano anymore, lest the Yaoqin become invalid, he slowly landed, and suddenly rushed out, using the erhu bow as a blade, stabbing straight at Zhang Qianfeng's chest, and the blade was attached to the sound waves, which were also extremely sharp and extremely fast. Zhang Qianfeng said: "The old-timer has a good piano sound, and he is about to learn the blade kung fu!"

As soon as his palm opened, a fire sword appeared, the fire sword flame waved, like countless fierce beasts with teeth and claws, Huang Tuzhong took out several swords, but they were all blocked by Zhang Qianfeng's sword qi, he only felt that the internal strength of this junior sword was strong and abundant, endless, but it was obscure, and he did not receive it.

After fighting for a hundred moves, Huang Tuzhong sighed, the bow swayed, took a few steps back, shook his head again and again, and said: "Brother Qianfeng, if you don't cut my face, give Lao Er the steps, how can Lao Er not know what to do? In this competition, the old man is willing to bow down, but in fact he is far inferior to you." ”