"How? Yu'er, are you still satisfied? Zuo Yiting asked Xiahou Yu with a smug face.

In order to make a fool of this ugly monster in public, Zuo Yiting spent a lot of money, so naturally she wanted to invite a good invitation!

Xiahou Yu looked at Xiahou Ying, who was spurned by everyone on the stage, and a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes. Fooling around in front of people is just the beginning, sooner or later she will let this Lu Wanxin get out of the academy!

Seeing that Xiahou Yu didn't take a stubble, Zuo Yiting was not in a hurry, but continued to smile and said, "If you just break her strings, it's just a performance mistake, so I deliberately just let that person secretly tune her piano." Didn't she say she played the piano very well? Then I'm going to let you hear how well she plays! ”

"You've done a good job." Xiahou Yu said lightly, and then reached out and patted Zuo Yiting holding his arm.

"Zheng!" Just when everyone thought that Xia Houying would leave the stage, Xia Houying hooked the strings again and made a piercing sound.

"Go down! It's hard to hear! I don't know who it is, but I suddenly raised my voice and shouted.

As the shout sounded, the audience suddenly echoed a chorus.

"Let's go down!"

"It's hard to hear!"

"If people are ugly, don't be weird there!"

The shouting and scolding from the audience became more and more unpleasant, but Xiahou Ying was unaware of it, and plucked the strings again.

The piercing "magic sound" once again pricked everyone's nerves, and the noise in the audience suddenly became even higher. Some people even changed from insulting Xiahou Ying to insulting Zhishitang.

When the disciples of the Zhishitang standing in the audience heard that someone was insulting the main hall, they naturally would not ignore it, and they couldn't help but argue loudly.

All of a sudden, the audience was in chaos.

At this moment, Xiahou Ying suddenly lifted the piano in front of her and pulled out the long sword hidden under the piano.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Xiahou Ying did not hesitate to slash at the "useless" piano.

"Boom!" The sword and the guqin made a loud noise when they met, and at the same time, the disciples of the Zhishitang who were surrounding the high platform also let out a low roar at the same time, and their palms slapped the high platform behind them.

"Boom!" After the first sword was swung, Xiahou Ying did not hesitate to swing the second sword towards the guqin that had been cut off by the waist. The disciples of the Zhishitang under the high platform also let out a neat low roar again, and slapped the high platform.

"Boom!" The third sword was swung out, and the guqin had been completely smashed by Xiahou Ying. And the people who were shouting in the audience just now were also shocked by the aura exuded by Xiahou Ying when she chopped the qin, and they were all silent.

Just when the audience was silent, a quiet flute suddenly sounded.

The moment he heard the sound of the flute, the evil qi that was still surrounding Xiahou Ying's body just now disappeared in an instant.

And Xiahou Ying also followed the sound of the flute and began to dance the sword in her hand.

As the dance steps continued to change, the armor on Xiahou Ying's body began to slowly fall off, turning into a water-pink dance skirt at first sight.

What's even more amazing is that even the original bronze mask on Xiahou Ying's face has become a mask made of flowers at some point.

Just now, he was full of anger and killing evil spirits, but now he has become a flying flower elf......

Everyone present couldn't help but be amazed by the scene in front of them, and they all stared intently at Xiahou Ying on the high platform.

"It's a sword dance! The Zhishitang of the Yan Prison is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger! Ning Caiyi looked at Xiahou Ying on the stage, and the light flashed in her eyes.