"The valley lord wants to hit the fallen leaves with a flying knife, this is impossible, the green fir is at least six or seven zhang away from him, it looks so difficult. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"That's not necessarily, there must be more than one leaf that will fall, and if you're lucky, it's still possible to hit one."

"you, don't talk nonsense, don't you know what size the leaves of the green fir are, it's not much wider than the knife, and it's so easy to stab, but just looking at the calm and relaxed appearance of the valley master, I think the valley master will definitely succeed."

"That is, how can we imagine the ability of the valley master, since he wants to demonstrate, he must be sure that he is nine out of ten."

"Okay, don't talk about it, let's take a good look."

"Look, look, look."

Everyone was talking, some were skeptical, and some were firm in their belief that Binglin could succeed.

"Yes! Valley Lord. Ziwu answered, and when he raised his hand, a spiritual power projectile shot out.

With Ziwu's move, everyone stopped discussing with a clear mind, and their eyes followed the spiritual power to hit the trunk of the green fir tree.

Syllable!

The striking green cedar trunk shook twice, and the leaves began to fall down.

The moment the voice sounded, Bing Lin's ears moved slightly, his wrist flipped, his right hand was quickly raised back, and his fingers shook upwards at the moment of his shot, and suddenly the flying knife pounced on the cuishan like a shark smelling blood.

"How is that possible?" Some of the powerful people exclaimed, they could see the trajectory of the flying knife clearly, although it seemed to be flying in a straight line, but in fact it was a trajectory that kept slightly deflecting the route, and the flying knife kept spinning in the air.

Sincere!

A dull sound sounded, and after a few seconds of dead silence, there was another exclamation, and everyone clearly saw that the throwing knife was stuck straight in the center of the tree trunk, and the emerald green color of the tip of the knife proved that the ice forest had succeeded, and it seemed that there was more than one, which was simply incredible to them.

gave Ziwu a look, Ziwu nodded her head, disappeared in place in an instant, and was already beside Binglin when she appeared in the next second.

With a dagger in both hands, Ziwu said respectfully: "The valley master is the first person Ziwu admires since he was a child. "She has a good temperament, she hasn't really admired anyone since she was a child, and she only respects her master, but she is really impressed by everything Binglin has shown today.

"Thank you." Binglin smiled and said softly.

took the dagger and slowly raised it in front of him, the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly sounded, looking at the neat stack of green fir leaves on the tip of the knife, their minds were full of how could this be possible? That stack of leaves looked like there were at least fifteen or more, and those disciples who had some doubts about Binglin at the beginning were speechless at the moment, and the cruel truth was in front of them, so they couldn't believe it.

"Don't doubt anything anymore, I can only say that this hand of the valley master is miraculous!" Ziwu sighed.

The middle and index fingers swept the leaves down the blade of the knife, and with a flip of the wrist, the dagger disappeared into his hand, leaving only the green leaves scattered in front of him.

"That's what I'm going to tell you, listen up! If your ears can be trained like mine, then no matter how weird your opponent's footwork is, no matter how fast your opponent is, you can clearly capture his position with your ears and break it with one force. This is one of the things I will teach you in the next few days, and I will pass on the method to each and every one of you, but if you want to practice well, you must work your own. What I teach you is not spiritual skills, and it is not something that you can learn directly if you have talent and understanding. There is only one word to master what I have taught you, and practice makes perfect. ”

Clapped his hands, "Let's talk about this today, you go down and digest it, from tomorrow onwards, you will not have the comfortable days you have now." An evil smile appeared at the corner of Binglin's mouth, which made everyone shudder involuntarily.

"Valley Master, you haven't sung yet?" Someone shouted a reminder, and others followed suit. Everyone looked at Binglin with anticipation, looking forward to whether the singing level of the little valley master was as powerful as fighting and throwing knives.

Bing Lin frowned slightly, he forgot to consider one of the most important things when he announced it before, he didn't have an instrument at all, although it was okay to sing a capella, but the first time he sang in front of so many beauties, he always had to be as perfect as possible.

"I just remembered that I don't have any instruments at all, and it won't work so well if I just sing like that." Binglin was still a little embarrassed when he explained, and his old face was a little red, after all, it was still a very embarrassing thing to put so many beautiful pigeons on the spot.

"No, how can we go back on our promise!"

"Oh, the valley lord is actually blushing! So cute! I don't know who shouted, and it made Binglin's head black.

"What kind of musical instrument does Gu mainly have, pipa or guzheng?" But no one asked the flute, after all, how to play the flute if you want to sing. The development of folk culture in the Shengtian Continent is roughly similar to that of the Tang Dynasty in China.

"Yes, Valley Master, whatever instrument you need, we'll prepare it for you." Yao Xin also said with a smile.

Binglin smiled faintly and said, "What I need is neither a pipa nor a guzheng", his eyes rolled, "That's it, who has a pen and paper?" ”

"The valley master should use pen and paper with his heart." Bu Xin'er took out a blank piece of paper and a brush and sent them to Binglin's hand.

Seeing the slender and slender brush, Binglin couldn't help but be glad that he used to love literature and practiced calligraphy, otherwise he would have had a big mess today.

The right hand gently picked up the brush, just looking at his posture, Yao Xin and the others nodded secretly, as soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, just looking at the posture of holding the pen, he knew that Binglin had definitely practiced calligraphy. However, they still didn't know what Binglin was doing with pen and paper.

Closing their eyes and thinking about the appearance of the guitar, the others wondered why the valley lord suddenly closed his eyes, could it be that he was brewing?

After thinking for about ten seconds, he opened his eyes, the tip of his nose tapped in the inkstone in Bu Xin'er's hand, dipped some ink in the ink, and shook it slightly after lifting it. Although everyone was still a little surprised, they didn't have too exaggerated expressions when they were used to being stimulated by the ice forest. Everyone was curious about what Binglin was drawing on the white paper, and just looking at the movements, they could only tell that Binglin was drawing instead of writing, and most of them were drawing the instrument he wanted.

Only Bu Xin'er could see what Binglin was drawing when she stood beside Binglin, but when she looked at what Binglin had drawn, it looked similar to a pipa, but the length of the six strings was still very different from the overall structure. She had never seen such an instrument before.

A few minutes passed in a flash, Bing Lin's movements in his hand finally stopped, and after carefully looking at it to make sure that there was no problem, he handed the pen and paper to Bu Xin'er, who hurriedly and carefully took it.

"Let's see if I can make such an instrument." Binglin said with a smile.

Several people took the white paper from Bu Xin'er's hand, looked at the instrument on the white paper that was somewhat similar to the pipa but had never been seen, and were a little curious about what the music played by this instrument would be, none of them suspected that Binglin was a scribbled instrument, just from the accuracy of those details in the painting, it was enough to prove that Binglin had definitely used this unknown instrument.

Putting down the blank paper, he smiled lightly and without a trace: "Don't worry, the valley master, although we are not refiners, we can still build an ordinary musical instrument." Smile, go to my room and get purple heart sycamore wood and hundred-year-old ice silk. ”

"Yes! Gu ...... "She was suddenly embarrassed to find that she didn't know how to call Qing Wuxian anymore, if she still called Gu Master, there must be something wrong." Qing Wuxian was also a little embarrassed at this time, and in desperation, both of them had to set their eyes on the ice forest.

Binglin smiled, waved his hand and said: "Since the three valleys have been merged, in the future, the three valleys will be changed to three halls, the umbrella valley will be changed to the hundred martial arts hall, the medicine valley will be changed to the Danxiang hall, and the formation valley will be changed to the Qi array hall, and the positions of the three valley masters will not need to be changed, and they will continue to serve as the three hall masters." ”

"Yes!" The poem is unparalleled, light and traceless, and the three of Lan Xue are all answers.

"There you go." Binglin said with a smile to Yan.

"Yes! Valley Lord. In response, she immediately activated her wind attribute spiritual power and left the competition ground.

Looking at the departing Yan Xiaoxiao, a soft smile appeared on her light and traceless face, the reason why she let Yan Xiaoxiao take it was also to let the Yan sisters show their faces more in front of the valley master, she valued these three disciples very much, she believed that as long as the three of them followed Binglin more and learned more things, they would definitely be able to grow faster.

It didn't take long for Yan Xiaoxiao to go and return, with two more things in her hands, a piece of sycamore wood in her left hand, and the whole body was a noble purple, taken from the center of the trunk of the purple-hearted sycamore. In his right hand is a roll of ice blue silk that exudes a faint chill, something that only the Ice Silkworm will spit out if it advances. The elasticity and toughness of this silk thread are excellent, and it is perfect for making strings for musical instruments.

Took the purple heart sycamore wood from Yan Xiaoxiao's hand, and just glanced at it, he pulled out the umbrella and the sword danced, and suddenly the purple heart sycamore was chopped into sawdust, and the people of Tianxiang Valley will use umbrellas, and they will also make swords, as the original owner of the Umbrella Valley, just making a musical instrument is a breeze for her.

In half a minute, the shape of a guitar was cut out.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish......

Under the sound of flying shots, the twelve metal buckles were placed at the position of the twelve securing cones, and the horizontal lines and grooves that I don't know what to use were engraved on the headstock of the piano, and the six sections of ice silk were carefully installed. Finally, she added the string buttons to the headstock, and she made an instrument that was exactly the same as the one in Binglin's painting.

Looking at the instrument that was completed in just a few minutes, Binglin couldn't help but sigh that this is a monk, and the efficiency is simply several times higher than that of ordinary people, not several times or dozens of times.