Long Ao looked extremely confident at this moment, and the inferior and indifferent young man before was simply not a person at all, but Long Ao didn't hold any weapons, and he only had a guqin in his hand.

For Long Ao's physique, Zuo Yu also took great pains, because this Long Ao's physique is extremely rare, called Heyin Body, this kind of physique has a very high talent for music, so people think that Long Ao is a waste body and is not suitable for cultivation.

It's just that there is a sect in the heavenly realm called the Tianyin Sect, and the people of this sect use all kinds of musical instruments as weapons.

Just like people in ancient times, when they went to the battlefield, why did they want war drums, and sometimes, when the sound was loud, it could deafen people's ears.

At the beginning, the ancestor of the Tianyin Sect in the Heavenly Realm was invincible for an era with a guqin, and Zuo Yu happened to be friends with the sect master of the Tianyin Sect and learned something.

Now it is just right for Long Ao.

"Guqin?" Long Qian almost didn't laugh when he saw this guqin, and then said: "Long Ao, do you want to use this qin to play me to death?

It's just that no matter what Long Qian said or provoked, Long Ao looked like he was walking around idlely, not caring at all, and his mentality was extremely peaceful.

In fact, Long Ao on weekdays is not a calm person, but I don't know why, after he held the guqin in his hand, the whole person became different.

"Overlord Fist"

Long Qian didn't say a word, he directly launched an attack, and after a punch was blasted, there was a trembling sound on the ground, and his fist was extremely violent.

"This is the Holy Emperor's Overlord Fist," someone suddenly said excitedly.

"Legend has it that the Holy Emperor used this set of boxing techniques to fight invincible opponents all over the world, this royal disciple is good, this kind of boxing method is all family traditions," someone couldn't help but say jealously.

"That also depends on talent, I heard that this dragon is arrogant, and he hasn't even learned the first move of this Overlord Fist for so many years," someone suddenly said with disdain.

However, many people's eyes looking at Long Ao are full of sympathy, a person's talent is given by God, so it is called talent, being in the royal family, it is both his luck and his misfortune.

Looking at the dragon dive rushing over, Long Ao gently plucked the strings, and there was a sound of the piano.

This sound was like a purifier, and the restless hearts of many people on the side seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. At this time, Long Qian's Overlord Fist seemed to have lost its edge all of a sudden.

The dragon dive stopped in the air, seemingly without the will to fight.

The strategist next to "Lord Wang" immediately shouted.

Long Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and said, "This ...... What kind of demon method is this, demagoguery?"

However, at this moment, Long Ao began to pluck the strings again and again, and this time his piano sound became sonorous and powerful, as if there were thousands of troops and horses charging, and many people were enthusiastic, wishing that they were now on the battlefield and wanted to charge.

When Long Qian heard this song at this time, he felt that his blood was boiling, and he was about to kill it when he took this opportunity, but after he started it, the sound of the piano suddenly turned into a desolate song.

There are all kinds of desolation in the sound of the piano, life and death, white-haired people sending black-haired people, which can't help but hook the hearts of many people.

"Son" An old man knelt on the ground, and he remembered his son who had been killed by his enemies.

"Ning'er" was crying again, and that was to miss his wife.

“.........”

For a while, crying was everywhere, and those with low cultivation were almost either crying, or their faces were sad, only a few people chatting endlessly, such as the Blood Butcher and the Spear Saint who were fighting, and the Xuantian Ice Girl.

It's just that after hearing the cries of so many people, Xuantian Bingnu was also sour in her heart.

And Long Qian, who was at the center of this piano sound, really thought of his childhood at once.

At that time, her mother was just an ordinary woman, because she was born with a natural appearance, and was later taken by the Holy Emperor, but the Holy Emperor was not a responsible father, and he didn't know his existence.

Since he was born, he was called a wild seed, and he never saw his father, his mother was emaciated day by day, and finally died at home, and since then he became a wandering child, until he was ten years old, the Holy Emperor came back and passed by their village, found him, and told him whether he was a wild seed or not, he was the son of the Holy Emperor, the noblest blood in the world.

The Holy Emperor only asked him what he wanted, and his answer was only one sentence, those who had called him wild seeds, all of them were going to die.

As a result, the Holy Emperor slaughtered the entire village.

Thinking of his mother and the irresponsible father, Long Qian's eyes filled with tears.

At this time, Long Ao's piano sound did stop, and everyone reacted.

"This ...... This is a magic sound, there is a ghost here," someone said in shock.

"Go and break his lyre," the strategist shouted.

A master of the Yuan Infant Stage who was closest to him immediately rushed forward