On the stage, as the music gradually became passionate and high-pitched, the rhythm of Xiao Panyan's sword dance gradually accelerated, the sword light flickered, the posture was elegant, and the movements were no longer simply gentle and soothing, but with a bit of fierce atmosphere.

danced alone, but danced with the momentum of thousands of troops.

The rhythm of the music suddenly became sonorous and powerful, and the melody became broad and majestic, as if a million troops were marching in a procession, marching towards the battlefield with neat steps.

After a while, the music gradually became soothing, but there was a bit of depression in the soothing, as if in a dark moonlit night, the autumn wind was swaying, with a bit of mysterious atmosphere, people seemed to see the grass and trees swaying in the wind, making rustling sounds, as if there were countless murderous intentions hidden in the hazy night.

Ambushes on all sides, all the grass and trees, and the music one by one, created a suffocating sense of tension, and inexplicably gave birth to fear in my heart.

Xiao Panyan's posture of dancing the sword also became slow, and in the bleak atmosphere, she seemed to have fallen into a siege, fluttering around, but there was nowhere to escape.

After the oppressive atmosphere lasted for a while, those who fell into an ambush seemed to be about to break through, so the music gradually became rapid and excited, and it seemed that all of a sudden people were brought to a battlefield where golden iron horses and war horses neighed, and the sound of swords, guns, swords, and halberds staggered was heard.

In such music, Xiao Panyan's sword dancing figure immediately accelerated, and the posture of rushing to kill everywhere was full of unwillingness.

The battle was fierce and tragic, and the audience seemed to have seen countless soldiers breaking through wave after wave and falling wave after wave in the music and Xiao Panyan's dancing.

Ten years of conquest is indefinite, how many people have returned from the army?

The music gradually became tragic and distant, full of grievances, Xiao Panyan on the stage, dancing the long sword in his hand, also seemed to gradually lose some physical strength, although he still did not give up, but the shaking body, as if it was uncontrollable, may fall at any time.

The end of the hero, the wail of the war horse, the general trend has gone, and there is only a sad song left.

In the poignant and tragic music, Xiao Panyan raised the sword in his hand, and finally no longer stabbed at the enemy, but stabbed himself.

Life should be a masterpiece, and death is also a ghost.

This is the most dignified way a hero can finish.

This song, the listener is sad, this scene, the audience tears, the audience, completely caught in the ambush of the music and the artistic conception of the sword dance, for a long time difficult to let go.

It wasn't until the music stopped completely and Xiao Panyan stood up and bowed for a curtain call that people woke up from their sadness, so they immediately responded with warm applause and cheers.

In this green building, seeing such a performance, people were moved, but they couldn't help but feel a little weird.

They came to admire the first beauty in Ningle City, but they didn't expect this woman who looked weak and slender to perform the majestic sword dance of ambush on all sides for them.

In this atmosphere, how do they still drink and have fun?

The mind is full of Jin Ge Iron Horse, sword light and sword shadow, how can there be a trace of leisure and elegance of visiting the green building, looking at the beauties in front of him, all of them have tears in their eyes, sad and sad, how to laugh!

When the curtain on the stage was opened again, the stage was empty, and there was no more smoke girl, and people's mood became extremely low.

Feeling that the atmosphere at the scene was a little depressing, Lu Huawan walked quickly onto the stage and said with a smile:

"The sword dance just now is just a performance of smoke throwing bricks and jade, and next, the real competition is about to begin, and you are the protagonists of this stage."

"I hope you all have amazing performances! Yan'er is watching from behind the stage, and the final winner will be judged by her, come on, everyone! ”

As soon as her words fell, the emotions of the people at the scene were suddenly pulled back to reality by her, and they began to say noisily one by one-

"There are so many of us, if we all perform on stage one by one, wouldn't it be better than tomorrow!"

"Hahaha...... Yes, hundreds of people, if they all perform, they won't be able to finish the performance by tomorrow! ”

"Or, we will also be like the Outer Heaven Competition, we will have the preliminary round today, and then there will be the winner in the final three days later!"

"You think beautifully, Miss Yan'er will only appear on the first and fifteenth days of junior high school, who will judge the day after tomorrow?"

"Then how do you say that so many people should be compared?"

……

After listening to everyone's noisy words, Lu Huawan immediately said loudly:

"There are more than 300 people in total, let's select ten people to perform on stage, you choose yourself, and after a quarter of an hour, it will begin."

"In this quarter of an hour, my daughters will perform a song and dance for everyone!"

So, when people were discussing hotly, twelve women came up on the stage and danced in the soothing and beautiful music, finally creating the atmosphere that Qinglou should have.

In the hall full of wine, a group of beautiful women sing and dance, and the autumn moon and spring flowers have their own appearances, which are pleasing to the eye and intoxicating.

After a short discussion, everyone finally withdrew ten people with low status as guests to participate in the performance, including Long Haoran and Lin Hongyuan.

By the time the song and dance was over, the atmosphere had completely returned to normal.

The sword dance performance also officially kicked off, and the first to appear was a royal child of Xiyu Kingdom, called Wu Chang'an, although he was also surnamed Wu, and he was the same generation as Wu Changkong and Wu Changhao, but he was not a descendant, so he did not participate in the royal battle, he and Long Haoran and Lin Hongyuan They are similar, just a gentleman with a lustful voice and horses.

However, in terms of identity, he is not as tall as the other two, he is a prince, and he is just a child of the royal family.

Wu Changan didn't have much swordsmanship foundation, and the sword dance performed was a complete dance, which looked dazzling and exciting, but it lacked a little bit of the toughness that a man should have, although he also won a round of applause, but the cheers were not enthusiastic, and some people even whispered-

"Look at his steps, light and fluttering, obviously very empty!"

"Can it be true? He is a master of lingering flowers, in Ningle City, who doesn't know that Wu Changan is the most generous rich son? ”

"It is said that all the green houses here have left his legend, which is the favorite guest of the girls."

"Oh, why? Is it because he is rich and generous? ”

"No, that's not the point, the girls like it, because it's very easy to receive him, and in less than a stick of incense, you can serve him well!"

"Huh? So fast! looks personable, but he is a useless person! ”

"Yes, that's why the girls secretly gave him a nickname, called the Absolute Dust Boy!"

"Haha...... Yes, yes, it's really appropriate, it's a ride, it's fast enough! ”

"Like his riding skills, this sword dance is useless at first glance!"

……

People watched and talked in a whisper, just to watch a lively scene, but they said it with relish, and no one was optimistic that he would be recognized by Xiao Panyan.

When Wu Changan's performance ended, people applauded and cheered for him with a sense of ridicule, but he slowly walked off the stage as if he didn't understand.

Next, one after another, they all performed, some danced beautifully, some had sharp swordsmanship, and they all performed wonderfully.

Long Haoran and Lin Hongyuan were at the end, and after the previous performances were over, Lu Huawan walked onto the stage and asked with a smile:

"The last two remaining are Long Gongzi and Lin Gongzi, may I ask the two, who will perform?"

People also looked at the two of them curiously, wanting to see how they would decide.

Long Haoran sat down in his seat peacefully, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine slowly, before he smiled and said:

"Lin Gongzi, please first, I'm willing to be the last one."

Lin Hongyuan said-for-tat:

"If you want to be the last, let you be the last, I don't want you to stay at the end, or you invite first!"

There is a bit of anger in the tone, and there is a sense that it can be targeted.

Lu Huawan immediately played a round and said:

"It seems that both of them are very humble? However, the one who stays in the end can only be one person after all, so the two of them should discuss it, and one of them will come to the stage first! ”

After Long Haoran took a sip of wine, he continued to eat the dishes slowly, and said while eating:

"I was watching the performance just now, I forgot to eat, I still have to eat something before I have the strength to perform, Lin Gongzi has been drinking and eating food just now, presumably he is already full, it is better to let Lin Gongzi perform first, and when he finishes performing, I will probably eat well."

There was some ridicule in these words, and Lin Hongyuan naturally couldn't accept it, so he replied:

"If you eat too much, it is not advisable to exercise immediately, since Lin Gongzi still wants to eat, then eat slowly after the performance!"

Both of them even wanted each other to play first, and they were at a stalemate all of a sudden.

Lu Huawan said with a smile:

"Since both of them are gentlemen who are humble to each other, and they are so polite, it is not a way, it is better to draw lots to decide, how about it?"

The others also whispered in favor of each other—

"Yes, yes, draw lots, it depends on the will of God."

"Yes, it's not early, it's time to finish the test early, and then end today's dinner early."

"The draw is indeed the fairest, who comes first and who comes last, it depends on luck."

"The key now is the issue of face, whoever goes first will lose that breath."

……

As people say, once a situation is formed, what is fighting is a breath, and whoever gives in first will lose the aura.

It's like it's hard to ride a tiger, and no one wants to lose face.

In the midst of people's discussions, Lu Huawan continued to smile and asked:

"What do you think of my proposal? Are you willing to accept a draw to decide who will play first? ”