With each beat of Yang Lingxuan, the thunder drum did not light up with purple light, nor did it light black and purple with the thunder attribute, but with pure black light.

Yang Lingxuan is getting more and more comfortable with the shot, and then the sense of rhythm is also excellent, and the bottom of his heart is also a burst of joy, which is already ninety percent similar to electronic music, and he involuntarily sang "Jiangnan Style" in his mouth.

The people present listened to Yang Lingxuan's performance, they felt that their hearts were all attracted, every time the drum sounded, their hearts beat once, and the rhythm of the heart's beating was completely guided by the other party's drums.

Feeling such a change, Yu Zihua suddenly felt excited and frightened, if Yang Lingxuan suddenly exerted his strength, this would be a sonic attack, or a move that directly attacked the heart.

He felt that everyone had no defenseless posture now, and as long as they struck a blow, all of them would definitely be seriously injured and vomit blood.

It wasn't long before the rest of the group sensed the threat hidden in this music, but everyone didn't take precautions, they believed that Yang Lingxuan would not harm them.

If it was someone else, maybe they wouldn't do it, and they would definitely be a little guarded, which was also their trust in Yang Lingxuan.

As for Yang Lingxuan, he didn't feel this song at all, and with the thunder drum mystery, it had become a sonic attack.

Because now he has closed his eyes and fallen into self-praise, listening to this drum and singing this song, he has a strange sense of familiarity, just like the feeling of learning to DJ in the first place.

In fact, it is normal for Yang Lingxuan to feel this way, and now if all kinds of lights are added to the hall, it will be a small electronic music performance.

After the performance, Yang Lingxuan's mood was still not calm, he felt that just a moment ago, he felt that he had not done this concert in vain, because he grew up in the United States since he was a child, and like most young people in the United States, he still loves this kind of music very much.

He now has an idea, that is, to hack this thunder drum, and when he is bored in the black shop in the future, he will play with the thunder drum and electric music to pass the time.

"Ahem, the store manager played well, return the thunder drum to me, let me try it." At this time, Yu Zihua coughed dryly, and then hurriedly stepped forward and put one hand on the thunder drum and reminded Yang Lingxuan.

Because he saw the green light in Yang Lingxuan's eyes, that look was obviously thinking about the thunder drum, this was his treasure, how could he give it to Yang Lingxuan.

And the other party can use the thunder drum without recognizing the master, how can he not be frightened, in case the other party really swallows his thunder drum, then will he snatch it back or what?

"Okay. Hearing Yuzi's words, Yang Lingxuan glanced at the other party's expression, and knew the other party's thoughts, and then smacked his lips and said, reluctantly letting go of the thunder drum.

Although he really wanted to hack the other party's thunder drum, it didn't seem to be a good time considering it.

I could only give up this plan, but I thought about it in my heart, how to fool this guy to give him the thunder drum willingly.

Then he thought of something, and his expression was suddenly lost, because he remembered the overlord clause of the system, this thunder drum is a mysterious weapon, and it is obviously something that the system thinks is valuable.

But he didn't plan to forget it like that, since he couldn't get the thunder drum, it was okay to play with it occasionally, and his eyes lit up when he thought of this.

Then I thought that I would do it like this, but how could I let the feather painting lend him a few times to play with it occasionally? The other people, seeing that Yang Lingxuan actually remembered the thunder drum of the feather painting, their faces twitched slightly, the store manager, you have so many mysterious weapons, and you are still worried about others, do you want to make a face?

As for Yuzi painting, he was still relieved to see Yang Lingxuan let go of his thunder drum, but seeing the other party's reluctant appearance and the flickering light in his eyes still made him a little vigilant.

"You try. Yang Lingxuan, who came back to his senses, didn't care about everyone's expressions, and then said to Yuzihua.

He felt that he still had to let Yuzi draw learn this soundtrack, after all, the performance would be in Dongsheng County at that time, and he didn't plan to go by himself, so he still felt that it would be more appropriate to fool Yuzi Hua.

Hearing Yang Lingxuan's words, there was no ink in the feather painting, and then he closed his eyes and recalled the technique that Yang Lingxuan played before.

Then with his movements, a piece of music similar to Yang Lingxuan's performance sounded, and at the same time, Yang Lingxuan also sang with Yuzihua.

Everyone watched the cooperation of the two, and then felt the music, although the sound was very similar, and it could also attract their hearts, but it did not have the feeling that Yang Lingxuan had when he played, so they did not feel the power of sound waves.

After the song, Yang Lingxuan felt that Yuzi's painting technique was still a little jerky, as long as he practiced more, he would definitely be satisfied.

Immediately, Yang Lingxuan said to Yuzihua: "Little prince, we will have a concert then, don't you like music?

"Is this feasible?" Hearing Yang Lingxuan, Yu Zihua hesitated a little, and then asked with a somewhat uncertain expression.

He had heard Yang Lingxuan explain what before, these music were all used for this concert, so he also knew a little bit what this content was.

Now when he heard Yang Lingxuan invite him, he was still a little moved, but he hesitated that he didn't know if he could do it well, and he was also a little hesitant about his own identity, whether it was a little inappropriate to play like this.

"Little prince, I don't know if you've heard a word?" Sensing the hesitation in Yu Zihua's heart, Yang Lingxuan's thoughts changed instantly, and he opened his mouth to seduce the other party, intending to take the initiative in his own hands.

"What words?" Sure enough, as Yang Lingxuan expected, this rhetorical question successfully aroused the mind of Yuzi Painting, and even the others were a little curious about what Yang Lingxuan wanted to say?

Only Wu Shou seemed to notice something, because it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and then the little head suddenly thought of something, and his smart eyes looked at Yuzi painting with some sympathy, he knew that Yang Lingxuan was starting to fool people again.

"Dedication to art. Subsequently, Yang Lingxuan directly threw out this sentence.

"Dedication to art?" Hearing the whole sentence, everyone muttered and pondered this sentence several times, only Yu Zihua and Bai Jie's eyes lit up, as if they had received some enlightenment.

"That's right, it's dedication to art, that's what an ancient musician said, and there's a twist in the story. At this time, Yang Lingxuan opened his mouth to explain to everyone, and then told them a story.