A song that sings about the vigorous love through the ages, no one is sad for it, elders, judges, including Meng Wuregret and Wu Zhong, because everyone has their own special memories. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What shocked the top executives the most was the accompaniment after the tenderness entered the climax.

Wen Yiming faced the huge war drum lying flat, and the two hammers took turns beating the war drum, shouting 'heha' in the dull rumbling like thunder.

The first day was as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times, tacitly leading thirty young men to shout in unison with Wen Yiming's roar, while the remaining twenty women matched the drums with the drums.

The aftermath of Wen Yiming's battle howl made his voice lead dozens of elite martial cultivators to roar angrily, hitting everyone's hearts like wild waves.

The drums of war are like thunder, 'Boom!'

Drums like rain, 'dong dong'

Drinking wildly, 'Ho!ha!hey'

At that moment, the peripheral observers were all deeply infected, and they all shouted with Wen Yiming, and the entire square was shocked for a while, but it was neatly synchronized, pushing the atmosphere to the point of burning air.

In the valley of robbery, birds and birds are frightened, and cicadas return to their nests!

'Ho!ha!hey!'

'Ho!ha!hey!'

At that moment, the high-level officials clearly felt that the square was shaking, as if thousands of horses were galloping on the field, and the ironclad lions were striding in unison

On average, there are nearly a thousand martial cultivators who are martial artists, and at the same time, the physical resonance generated by the shouting shook down countless yellow leaves and scattered all over the sky.

At the last moment, all the lotus leaves in the lake were shattered, and they became a wave of duckweed rippling in the water.

The originally silent surface of the lake, in the last roar, shook countless waves!

Until Wen Yiming's last sentence 'Returning to the Sunset is Thick' ends with a long end note, and the music and picture gradually fade away at the same time, although everyone is already hearty, they still feel that they are still unfinished.

Everyone, including the high-level management, did not hesitate to applaud themselves at this moment, and thunder is not enough to describe it.

Especially the peripheral observers, they all tortured their right hands with their left hands like masochists, but they still felt that the applause was not grand enough to express the emotions in their hearts.

As a result, they pushed harder, causing the corners of the elders' mouths to twitch sharply

"I rely on it, I love "Farewell My Concubine", this song, this song, this high note, the first time that the heaven-given continent opened the world"

"It's fun, third child, if I die, please remember to tell them, the cause of my death, I died in a gale!"

"If you don't accept it, you can't do it, now I'll serve the two of you, Wen Yiming, this guy is absolutely ranked first!"

"What about the other one?"

"This Nima still asked, is the pig's head? It must be the overlord played by Wen Yiming, it's really hard to talk to you."

"Your sister, I admit it, this is the fourth time I have knelt, God Wen asks my men to lower my knees, if I can, I want to kneel for the fifth time. ”

"Damn, my sister, I'll do it, ahhhhhh

"What are you not doing in your mouth?"

"No, the evaluation of the transparent sage monument, is it that I am dazzled by seeing too many stereoscopic pictures?"

During the discussion, someone noticed the strange appearance of the transparent sage monument in front of him, and for a while Qi Qi cast his eyes over.

"Prefecture-level products are still rising"

There was only one exclamation, but the man immediately covered his mouth, because everyone was breathing rapidly and stared at the assessment in front of them, without making the slightest sound, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sage monument.

Because, the red pillar of light is still rising, and the color is becoming more and more dazzling.

Fifth Qiu Wan and Dongfang Zhiyu held each other's hands, constantly exerting force, and the tears on that pretty face were still there, but there was an excited look.

Wen Xiangtong and Yu Tengxiang staged the same scene here, Dongfang Rising Sun and Ming Yuexin glanced at each other, and they both saw a thick consternation in each other's eyes.

The five hall masters guarded the fragments of the cup that were shattered by Wen Yiming in front of him, and his state of mind that had been calm for many years was actually turbulent at this moment.

Everyone is looking forward to it, and in the excitement of wanting to see a miracle, what does the birth of a sky-level assessment portend?

It shows that in the days to come, the hall master and the elders will put a lot of energy into researching new martial arts techniques from this work, and this research result is undoubtedly a high-end product of super high grade, of course, it will definitely take a long time.

However, once there is an achievement, at least it is a ground-level martial art, if you can spend a lot of energy to study and comprehend, it is not impossible to reach the heavenly level of the assessment, because no one knows how high this evaluation will be, but the upward trend of the red pillar of light is too stable.

This symbolizes that the overall strength of the Creative Arts Pavilion will take a big step, how not to make people look forward to it.

Ye Mingzhen's mood was very complicated, he was also a little excited and eager when he looked at the sage monument that was evaluated, and when he looked at the night dance frost who stood up, he felt extremely congested, and he didn't know if this arrogant son who had been spoiled since childhood could withstand the blow.

Night Dance Frost was indeed the most tormented person in the square, she was the only one who was distracted in Wen Yiming's interpretation, and she was the first to notice when the red light of the Sage Monument began to appear.

When she saw that its red pillar of light soared directly to the lower grade of the ground, Night Dance Frost had completely ignored Wen Yiming's interpretation, and she couldn't help but be nervous.

The higher the starting point of the pillar of light, the higher the grade of the assessment, which made her feel chilled and unable to believe her eyes.

And at this moment, the facts are in front of you, the red pillar of light has reached the limit of the upper grade of the prefecture, but it is still rising, this is an out-and-out half-step heaven-level evaluation.

At this moment, Night Dance Frost's mind was chaotic, her heart was filled with all kinds of emotions that made her feel uneasy, she didn't know when she got up, her hands were clenched by the force of the clench, and even the ten toes under her feet were tightly clenched to the ground.

Wu Zhong saw all this in his eyes, and shook his head slightly, he admired Night Dance Frost's talent, but Wu Zhong knew that the more genius she was, the more she needed to sharpen it, such as Night Dance Frost, a genius who had never been hit by twists and turns, she would never understand a truth.

There is no strongest in this world, only stronger!

Among the observers, Mo Song, Wan Zhenghao and Cao Dan, the two senior brothers, stood together, looking at the rising red pillar of light, there was a trace of bitterness in their excited eyes, and they all had a thought in their hearts.

Being in the same era with this kind of life is both a blessing and a sorrow.

Meng Wuregret was relatively calm, but his index finger finally stopped tapping, and he pressed it slightly tightly on the armrest, his eyes were as bright as electricity, but he didn't look at the Sage Monument, but kept falling on Wen Yiming.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the red pillar of light on the evaluation of the Sage Monument, but they ignored the initiator of all this.

Meng Wuregret was indifferent on the surface, but he was surprised in his heart, he clearly felt that Wen Yiming stood in the middle of the scene and closed his eyes at the same time as the performance ended, and the blood-stained white hair hung softly without a trace of fluttering, and half of his body was covered by the huge war drum lying on the side, as if he had become one with the entire interpretation field, as if the whole world was only Wen Yiming, extremely mysterious.

Epiphany! Meng Wuregret's heart was not at all calm at this time.

And it's a deep epiphany to the limit! Meng Wuregret was finally moved, and the corners of his eyebrows trembled slightly.