On the spiritual altar of Sanqing Mountain, the hall master of Wang Yue was full of black lines, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Even Gao Yuanli frowned a little, the song in front was extraordinary, touching the heartstrings, but he didn't expect Huang Xiaotian to open his mouth and say: I'm cheap!

The situation seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and everyone in the audience laughed and leaned back together, and suddenly there was chaos.

"The Qinyin Hall is really ...... Blessed!"

The Great Elder held back for a long time before he squeezed out such a sentence, and he really couldn't think of the words to praise the Qinyin Palace.

But Wang Yue was there, and he didn't dare to offend this explosive woman.

"Is this the comedy prepared by your Qinyin Palace?" Nie Xueming didn't care about the other party's face, and said.

Liu Chengjun frowned, his face was slightly red, and he was obviously unable to hold back.

Everything that happened on and off the stage, Huang Xiaotian naturally saw it in his heart, he smiled and shook his head slightly.

The disciples of the Qinyin Hall are all long-mouthed, but they didn't expect Huang Xiaotian to be so bold this time, and treat it as a child's play in front of Zong Qing.

"After you go back, the hall master will definitely not spare you!"

It's just that Huang Xiaotian didn't stop, and continued to play in his hands.

"My sword, where to go, love and hate are hard to love!"

The audience suddenly fell silent, but I didn't expect it to be such a turn.

The bend was too big and had already overturned.

"My knife cuts through the sky, and I don't understand right and wrong!"

Everyone felt guilty in their hearts, and in the endless laughter just now, it was simply an insult to the song.

On the seat, everyone felt hot and painful.

"Hmph!" Wang Yue's hall master looked indifferent.

"This song does have his uniqueness, but it is almost impossible to win the Daikun Hall with this song!"

Gao gradually looked forward to it, this disciple gave him a lot of surprises, and he was looking forward to what those disciples in the back would look like when they moved.

The last voice of the great sage will transmit this song far away.

The disciples who had already left were shocked when they heard this song.

They didn't understand the sound of the piano, but the music drifting from afar fascinated them.

"I'm drunk and hazy, grievances and grievances are illusory and empty, I wake up a spring dream, life and death are all empty!"

Huang Xiaotian was single-minded, he didn't show a trace of lack of strength, a gust of wind blew, he looked indescribably arrogant, and his hair was flying.

And the people behind him were still standing behind, not moving the slightest.

This time, the crowd was not laughing, but looking forward to this performance.

"Come and go in a hurry, hate not to meet, love and hate in a hurry, everything is in a hurry!"

At this time, Huang Xiaotian moved, and the people behind him also moved.

The people who played the music were divided into four, occupying four directions, still controlling the two musical instruments, and above the spiritual altar, four Huang Xiaotian appeared.

"Hiss~"

There was no exclamation, but a gasp.

How did he do it, and the four of them appeared without moving?

And everyone in the rear let go of their hands, and two long swords were suspended in the air, and these flying swords circled and danced, becoming one with people and dancing with people.

In the crowd, a figure floated in the air, it was Han Feixue.

The sword flow surrounded, escorting her to the air, the slender hand was held at will, and a flying sword fell in the hand, with the music, stepping on the beat, the posture was wonderful, like a fairy.

The disciples in the audience were all stunned.

I saw that Han Feixue's body was light, like stepping into the void, with beautiful movements, and he was dressed in white.

Zhao Ruonan was jealous in his heart, if there was a place for her in this performance, how good it would be!

At this time, the second king of the four heavens was fascinated by it!

Behind Han Feixue, the purple-clothed disciples and the Tsing Yi disciples all followed, suspended in the air, each holding a long sword.

"Laugh wildly and sigh, live happily and sorrowfully for a lifetime, who lives and dies with me?"

Huang Xiaotian's body shape is constantly changing, and everyone is dancing with swords, matching his beat, in an orderly manner.

If you don't move, you can move amazingly!

"I cry and tears in my heart, sorrow and joy are teased by the sky, I laugh at me, I am crazy, the sky and the earth are surging!"

The tune was tactful and returned to the plain, Han Feixue let go of his hand and landed on the ground, and the long sword continued to return to its original trajectory, surrounding everyone.

At this time, Huang Xiaotian suddenly appeared, stretched out his hand to Han Feixue.

"The fifth Huang Xiaotian?"

Someone exclaimed, in addition to the four Huang Xiaotian playing the guqin around, there was another Huang Xiaotian in the center of the formation!

Han Feixue smiled shyly, put her hand on it, and the two moved in unison and danced.

"Brute, let go of my goddess!"

"This kid takes advantage!"

A disciple in the audience exclaimed, obviously seeing Han Feixue being held hands, he was very unhappy!

"How did he do it!"

Gao Yuanli, who had always been calm, stood up, a little incredulous.

He is a powerhouse in the fairyland, and he can't see through this formation.

Hall Master Wang Yue wanted to cry a little, on the one hand, she was excited in her heart, but she didn't expect this group of disciples to give her such a surprise.

Another point is that Huang Xiaotian composed a demon song, although this song "Sword Like a Dream" does not have the pathos of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold", nor is it desolate "Return".

But under that endless arrogance, it is the kind of loneliness that looks down on enmity.

"Laugh wildly and sigh, live happily and sorrowfully for a lifetime, who lives and dies with me?" Wang Yue muttered.

"Who lives and dies with me!"

This time, Nie Xueming did not taunt Wang Yue again, and his heart could not be calm for a long time, although the preparation of the Qinyin Hall this time, although there was no element of alchemy, but these other three things were taken out separately, and they were all creations that shocked one side.

This "Sword Like a Dream" has never been seen before!

Who can still compose such a beautiful music that makes people sound excited!

And this exquisite formation made her feel even more amazing, ordinary formations require a lot of arrangement, and everyone in this Qinyin Hall has no preparation at all.

She finally understood why the other party wanted to select so many purple and green cloth disciples, just to highlight the subtlety of this formation.

Most of the white-clothed disciples are also in the realm of knowing the pulse and can't fly at all, and this Qinyin Hall is not only that, but also found a boy!

"Where's the boy?"

She found a terrible thing, that is, the moment the formation was running, the boy disappeared, and she couldn't help but be shocked in her heart, what kind of demon must this be to arrange such a formation?

She was not the only one who was surprised, Liu Chengjun on the side was short of breath and never blinked his eyes.

Because he saw a terrifying thing, the formation in front of him was composed of some basic formations, if they were to do it in the Demon Palace, they would definitely be able to complete it.

However, the disciples of their Demon Suppression Hall would definitely prepare a large amount of materials, and the Qinyin Hall actually unknowingly cast these formations.

"The Profound Method!"

He was even more calm, this formation was so exquisitely arranged, it was what he was pursuing, and at this time, he had to be surprised to see that the formation of the Qinyin Hall contained countless subtleties.

"I cry, tears in my heart, sorrow and joy play tricks on the sky!"

Unlike the other halls, there is no shouting during the performance of the Kotone Hall, and all of them listen attentively.

Some are amazed, some are envious.

"Beautiful!"

This is everyone's evaluation of Han Feixue, as if a fairy descended to earth.

Among the female disciples of the Qinyin Palace, Chi Lian's face was expressionless, staring upward, dancing like a pair of lovers.

This time she lost to Han Feixue, and there was a faint unwillingness in her heart.

That position originally belonged to her, and it was impossible to say that she didn't regret it, but ...... Maybe it's fate!

Chi Lian was fascinated to watch, although she made people look casual, her whole body was full of charm.

But she knew in her heart that if someone could walk into her heart, who would have a reason for that?

But for so many years, there has not even been anyone close to her heart.

She finally met someone who brought her very close, but suddenly she left her aside as she did with those men.

Thinking of this, she felt sour in her heart and looked at the two on the stage with envy.

It's not just a dance, it's a story.

Chi Lian's eyes were a little moist, and he hurriedly wiped his eyes with the corners of his clothes, no longer thinking about it, with a smile on his face.

This time she lost, badly, but none of that mattered, what mattered was that she knew what was most important to her.

"Who lives and dies with me?"

Huang Xiaotian finished singing the last sentence, stroked the piano with both hands, and the music stopped abruptly.

I saw that on the spiritual altar, everyone was still in their original position, their original appearance, and they had never moved.

Everyone was surprised, and they didn't know who reacted and clapped their palms.

"Good!"

The applause boiled like firecrackers.

In Sanqing Mountain, there was not a single disciple who was sitting, and they all stood up.

Huang Xiaotian smiled, turned to his seat, and bowed.

To his surprise, the elder named Liu Chengjun had scarlet eyes at this time, staring at him like a baby.