Lin Sen expressed his desire to bring Zhang Sleeve back to the main world, but he didn't expect Wu Zetian and Zhang Jueyuan to oppose it, feeling that it should not be extraneous.

However, Dean Guo Fu had the same thoughts as him, so Zhang Jueyuan immediately rebelled, patted his chest and said: "I will definitely find a way to solve the problem of world rules restrictions on Zhang Sleeve'er's body and bring this woman back to the main world." ”

Wu Zetian smiled bitterly in his heart, and didn't speak again, after all, the three kings of the four people had reached an agreement, and his own opinion was still important?

However, in her heart, she became more and more eager to upgrade to the realm of kings, after all, this is a world where strength is respected.

No matter who he is, once he is promoted to the realm of kings, it is difficult for the rules of the world to restrict him anymore.

Bite!

There was another jade scream.

Zhang Sleeve on the high platform let go of the guqin, and it floated in front of it on its own, holding the strings with both hands and playing at the same time!

Above the nine heavens, a clear and high-pitched chirping came, it was so beautiful, it was difficult to describe, even if a hundred birds chirped in unison, it was difficult to reach it.

Guo Fu immediately didn't care about the voice chatting, and listened attentively.

And the various eyes that were originally cast on Lin Sen's four people in each box also turned to the place where the sound of the piano came from below, and looked at Zhang Sleeve, who was kneeling and stroking the qin.

The sound of the piano is together, and the artistic conception is self-generated!

The world changed again before everyone's eyes.

This time it was different from before, even if everyone was pulled into the artistic conception of Qin Yin, they were all spectators, watching the two peerless swordsmen fight.

And this time, they have become the protagonists in the artistic conception of the piano sound, and they seem to be the people in this artistic conception.

I saw that every guest came to an empty space, like a void that could not reach the world and the ground, and there was a cloud under everyone's feet.

The clouds seemed to be fluttering, but they carried them upward.

Many people's faces were filled with anticipation, thinking about where Zhang Sleeve was going to take himself and the others.

The three kings of Lin Sen and his party did not resist the artistic conception of Qin Yin to pull them in, especially Guo Fu with excitement and an expectant expression on his face.

Everyone flew up with the clouds, and there was a huge cloud in the sky, with a radius of three thousand miles, emitting colorful light.

The crowd flew to the edge of the huge cloud, and one tried to step on it, a little elastic but not too soft, and it wouldn't fall.

Suddenly, everyone walked up to the huge cloud.

The huge cloud was originally empty, but as everyone stepped on it, pavilions and pavilions rose out of thin air, and the sound of music came from them.

Lin Sen and the others followed the interested Guo Fu to a palace first, and the others followed in unison.

Only Zhang Jun looked at Lin Sen's back, spat fiercely, pointed to the palace on the other side and said to Li Fatzi beside him: "Let's go there!"

Li Fatzi's face suddenly drooped, who is in these palaces, what is in these palaces, in case a sleeve is engaged in some very exciting things, his own little liver can't stand it!

"That, Brother Zhang, you see that the big guys are going over there, it's better to "

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Jun viciously, "Are you following me or with them?" ”

His eyes were slightly red and he stared at Fat Li, gritting his teeth.

Li Fatzi hesitated for a moment, thinking in his heart that no matter what Zhang Sleeve created in these palaces, he would not take his own life, but if he violated Zhang Jun's will, he was afraid that he would have a hard time in the future, and he might be killed.

"That's it, life is still important!"

So he immediately patted his chest and said, "Brother Zhang, of course I'm following you, you can go wherever you say!"

Zhang Jun nodded with satisfaction, and walked towards the palace on the other side with Li Fatzi.

When he came closer, Li Fatzi quickly and covertly glanced back, and the crowd on that side had disappeared, and they must have entered the palace.

There didn't seem to be any movement, and Fat Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, there shouldn't be any danger!

Think about Zhang Sleeve such a beautiful and beautiful girl, and she doesn't look like a person with violent tendencies!

Li Fatzi, who was a little relieved, learned from Zhang Jun in front of him and pressed his hand on the gate of the palace, and there was a cold feeling of metal coming from the snow-white gate.

Li Fatzi was shocked, and lost some Zhenyuan to enter, and Zhenyuan penetrated the door without hindrance, not at all like a real thing.

"It's really interesting, it's obviously a virtual thing in the artistic conception of the piano, but the touch is no different from the real object. How is this done?"

Li Fatzi, who was not strong enough, was greatly surprised.

At this time, Zhang Jun had already pushed the white door open, and with a squeak, it startled Li Fatzi.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Glancing at the fat man who shrunk his head with disdain, Zhang Jun sneered, pretended to be high-spirited, and walked in with his chest and hands.

He didn't know that his movements were unconsciously imitating the guy he hated the most, that is, Lin Sen.

It seems that subconsciously, he unconsciously thinks that Lin Sen's behavior is very chic, and his every move is so natural and good-looking!

It's a pity that posture can be imitated, but bearing can't be imitated. The same posture looks good on Lin Sen, but it is a bit nondescript on Zhang Jun.

For example, in the eyes of the current Li Fatzi, his brother is weird, just like those nouveau riche in the capital market.

As soon as Zhang Jun and Li Fatzi walked into the main hall, they saw a round platform in the middle, and a woman in white stood on the platform.

The appearance of this woman in white is exactly the same as Zhang Sleeve, and there is no difference even in the style between her eyebrows and eyes.

Zhang Jun immediately smiled and rushed to the round platform in a hurry, but Li Fatzi didn't even hold it.

Then I saw that there was suddenly an extra sword in Zhang Sleeve'er's hand, and he swung it lightly, brushed, and the sword light flashed and stabbed at Zhang Jun's lower abdomen.

This Zhang Sleeve showed that he was also in the realm of foundation building, which was the same as Zhang Jun's current cultivation level.

But even so, Zhang Jun, the son-in-law, was in a hurry, staggering back four or five steps in a row to avoid this sword light.

But that's not all!

I saw Zhang Sleeve'er's footsteps sliding slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Zhang Jun's side, and stabbed with a sword lightly.

Zhang Jun hurriedly punched to resist, but the long sword suddenly turned around at the moment when he punched, and stabbed into his chest at once.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Zhang Jun turned into a burst of white light and disappeared.

Li Fatzi retreated more than a dozen steps in fear, until he came to the door of the main hall, and found that the sleeve had no intention of chasing after him, so he stood on his heels with palpitations.

"Oh mom, I'm scared to death, I didn't expect this hall to be used for martial arts! That brother Zhang should have come out of this piano sound artistic conception!"

Fat Li thought secretly.