"Big brother, are you here to be funny?"

The people present all showed strange eyes, of course they didn't think that Li Mu could suppress Xiaoqin Xian in music with a cowhide drum.

Li Mu took a deep breath, then looked at the disciples of the major forces under the battle platform, and said, "Everyone, if you don't want to play the flute today, let's beat a drum for everyone." ”

"What?

"What the hell is he doing, what can you do by beating a drum?"

"It's too simple, who doesn't know how to beat the drums. You have to knock it. ”

"Big brother, are you here to play a stupid dick?"

When everyone heard this, their faces were amazed, and they were talking about it.

In this world of martial arts, war drums are not really musical instruments, because the sound is more majestic and generally not suitable for playing. Besides, there isn't anyone who likes to listen to heavy drums.

"Hmph! Banmen get an axe, our people in Xianyin Valley are the ancestors who play musical instruments, and they are not afraid of others laughing at their front teeth when they beat the drum here. There is a disdainful evaluation from the disciples of Xianyin Valley.

"Hee-hee, sister, it looks like someone is going to be embarrassed today, it's great. Situ Rou sneered.

"You!" Situ Min glared at Situ Rou angrily, shook his head slightly, and didn't say much.

Nangong Shayue and other top geniuses also looked at Li Mu expectantly, wanting to see what tricks Li Mu was going to play.

"Giggle~~~ Shepherd is really ······ It's different. Xiao Qinxian covered her mouth and smiled, but from her words, it was not difficult to hear the taste of ridicule.

"Fei Yang, this is strange, you play war drums, do you know any famous music in war drums?" Huo Qiu looked at Fei Yang with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Forehead ·····" Fei Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Sister Huoqiu, I am just a rough man, using war drums as weapons, but only for attacking, where do I know what music?"

"That's the end, I'm afraid Brother Mu will hang this time, and if I don't get it, I will be ridiculed by Senior Sister Qingfeng. Huo Qiu shook his head undeniably, silently worried about Li Mu in his heart.

Fei Yang nodded approvingly, "It seems that this time, Brother Mu showed his face. ”

Li Mu closed his eyes and rehearsed the music he was about to play in his heart. It is true that there are no percussion instruments in this world, but that doesn't mean that Li Mu won't.

You must know that on the earth in the previous life, rock and roll was very popular, affecting several generations, and countless people were obsessed with it. Percussion is an indispensable element.

Today's Li Mu is planning to play rock 'n' roll.

Knock~knock~knock~

Three unhurried drums sounded, without any dazzling melody, just to squeeze the ear. The war drums made of Kui Niu's cowhide, even if they were struck a few times, brought a great shock to people, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

Followed by.

Knock~~~~Knock~~~Knock~~Knock~~~~

The drum beat from slow to fast, and finally faster and faster, the melody is extremely fast, as if every stroke is beating on the human heart, people feel that the heart beats faster with the drum, and finally the drum beats faster and faster, and the heart that does not fight can not keep up with the beating of the drum. A heart was beating wildly, and emotions became dazed and overwhelmed.

Distraught.

The people at the scene were confused, and a short piece of war drum beating disturbed the hearts of a group of young people, and everyone couldn't understand why they were upset?

This percussion music, seemingly simple, is actually carefully studied and refined by unknown people, and it doesn't feel anything on the surface, but it can mobilize people's emotions from the depths of the heart.

Otherwise, rock music on the planet would not be able to last.

Knock knock knock ~~knock~~knock.

The fast rhythm lasted for a while, then gradually slowed down, and finally stabilized, as if every time the drum sounded, it knocked on people's hearts, and everyone's heartbeat beat with the drum beat, firmly controlled by the drum sound, as if there was a big hand that bound the heart and did not control it for itself.

Knock~~Knock~~Knock~~Knock~~Knock~~~Knock~~

The sound of the vicissitudes of the drum sounded, like an ancient war song, full of vicissitudes and tragedy, so that the people present couldn't help but immerse themselves in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

The sound of drums takes people through the ages, back to the Middle Ages, beyond antiquity, and finally to the distant wilderness.

In those days, human beings were weak, all kinds of fierce beasts were rampant, and gods and demons were everywhere. The weak human race can only be reduced to ants, reduced to food for fierce beasts, and survive in the cracks of the major races.

There is no dignity, no ability to fight terrorism.

Pictures of sorrow unfold, the iron hooves of ferocious beasts trample through peaceful villages, sturdy men are torn apart by ferocious beasts, babies are sucked into their brains, and white girls are humiliated by gods and demons.

Some people begged for mercy, some rebelled, and some were angry. However, all this is to no avail, and it is inevitable that the corpses will be strewn all over the field and become a gluttonous feast for fierce beasts.

There are lucky humans who escape, are displaced, leave their homes, are hunted down and preyed upon by various races.

Slowly, in this long hunt, people became stronger, began to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and became warriors.

Some people imitated the attacks of fierce beasts, created exercises, martial arts, and body techniques, becoming stronger and stronger, and began to have warriors who could defeat fierce beasts, and escape with the race while multiplying.

A large population was formed, and people began to build walls, domesticate ferocious beasts, craft weapons, and delve into formations.

The earth is full of vitality and brings infinite possibilities, and in the picture scroll of the times, mottled cities appear in the world.

Rumble~~~

A huge beast scratched a corner of the city wall, and the fierce beast attacked, wanting to destroy the home on which people depended, and the human race rose up to resist, and the battle horn sounded.

Whoop –

A sturdy warrior picked up an old stone bow and shot the head of a huge beast, the mottled city wall was soaked red with blood, and the people cheered, picked up their homemade weapons, jumped on the city wall, and fought with the hideous figures.

The shouts of killing were all over the field, and the corpses were full of bones.

One by one, the warriors fell under the iron hooves of the fierce beasts, and there were also powerful human races who fought back to kill the fierce beasts. People are fighting in the sky, looking up to the sky and howling, rushing forward and killing.

In those eventful years, a legend unfolded.

The sword of life is unsheathed, leaving scars on the earth.

The more ambitions you conquer, the more enemies you gain.

Is this the malice of fate? or is it the bloom of life?

The flames of battle burned, rising and falling.

History is like a long song, and it loses its soul to form a musical note.

Between heaven and earth, who used an invisible hand to stir this blood-stained war song of time and space?

Knock knock ~~~

The sound of the rough war drums took people through the ages and witnessed the pictures that were covered by time and space.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

At this moment, all the young people in the martial arts arena had red eyes and showed a state of madness, and they all wanted to plunge into that ancient war, side by side with their ancestors, and turn the world upside down.