There is a voice in my ears.

The sound of air flow, the sound of breaking wind, the sound of shouting...... There are also many slight sounds, intertwined and entangled into the ears.

With a fist in front of him, Li Yuchen smiled, didn't bother to move, and didn't do anything.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound, followed by the sound of the air flow and the breaking wind, became violent in the sound of drinking, wandering in the ears of many people, and even more in sight.

Hong Han's fist fell, hitting the barrier of sudden life, and a huge force returned through the fist, carrying his body back sharply, and then avoiding the crowd as he exerted his strength under his feet, and flew into the air.

"Hong Han, come back!" Shu Xinfeng shouted again, and an invisible force pulled Hong Han away.

"Old Shu, he pretended to be a phantom ......"

"Enough!"

Shu Xinfeng stopped Hong Han and didn't explain again, and he didn't say anything more, and was silent.

Li Yuchen put the pendant down, letting the soft coolness close to his skin, and a warmth rose in his chest.

"After all, it's a wedding, everyone is harmonious, happy, don't ruin the wedding. Li Yuchen smiled, his smile was very plain, but also warm.

Looking at that warm smile, everyone's hearts twitched, as if they were hit hard by a heavy object, but they had to endure it, and it was uncomfortable.

"Old Shu, I want to compete with him in the autumn, which is counted as an exchange between disciples. A young man stepped forward slightly, smiling.

"Nian Qiu, you go, pay attention. Shu Xinfeng thought about it and didn't refute it.

A flash, Nian Qiu appeared in the open area, facing Li Yuchen, slowly moving forward.

"In the autumn of the next year, I hope to ask for advice. ”

"There's a problem. ”

"Please. ”

"After you, no one will come to make trouble. ”

"I don't know. ”

"Let's get started. ”

At this point, the conversation did not continue. Because words are inherently boring.

A spear floated out of Nian Qiu's hand, the silver edge shone in the air, and the aura also flowed, lingering at the tip of the spear, as if it wanted to blend into the tip of the spear.

"Qiu Ruoqiang, a top-level spiritual weapon. "Nian Qiu Dao.

Li Yuchen didn't say anything. The left hand touches the bamboo flute, cool and warm from the left hand to the right hand, gently horizontal in front of the body, casual and solemn, but does not feel a trace of sharpness or edge.

"Use it?" asked Nianqiu.

"Make a move. Li Yuchen smiled slightly, "If you don't make a move, you won't have a chance." ”

"Hehe, I hope so. ”

The autumn of the year moved, and the figure remained in place. But the spear had already arrived in front of Li Yuchen, and the spiritual power was compressed at the sharp point of the spear, stirring the spiritual energy into a frenzy.

Li Yuchen waved the bamboo flute, very casually, as if he was about to attack, but the tip of the gun had already reached his front.

But the bamboo flute blocked the spear, and the body of the flute just blocked the tip of the spear, and the sound of collision was very soft. It's like a caress and a quick burrow into the air. and was annihilated by the explosive spiritual power.

"You're strong!" said Nianqiu.

"Not bad. Li Yuchen smiled and waved the bamboo flute.

The bamboo flute and the spear were separated, but the place where the bamboo flute existed before seemed to have a barrier, and no matter how strong or fierce the spear carried, it could not pierce this invisible barrier.

The waving bamboo flute seemed to be marching through the gaps of the frenzied aura, shuttling between the bursting fine spiritual power. It seemed to leap out and hit the barrel of the spear.

"Bang!"

The sound of the touch was crisp, falling into the air, in the aura, in the spiritual power. It also has beautiful curves.

It is like the sound of a flute, melodious, tactful, and always sad.

Long song should cry.

It was just a momentary sound, as if it had gone through a long time, and it seemed as if there was a song being sung for a long time, sung through the past, and continued to this day.

A sadness permeated the heart, and suddenly, there was an urge to cry in the eyes.

The body of the spear was hit by the bamboo flute, and the power transmitted made the spear rise upward, and the spirituality contained in the spiritual weapon was instantly hidden, and it continued to rise along with the power, trying to escape the shackles of the palm, and want to break free and move towards freedom.

Nian Qiu's face changed, and the feeling of being in his heart was broken, and the melancholy hidden in his heart was heavier, and he was sad.

In a trance, he wanted to abandon the spear.

However, there is a bamboo flute in his eyes that is magnifying.

The distance opened by the spear was shortened, Li Yuchen took two steps forward, and the bamboo flute, which was hindered by the body of the spear, moved down slightly, as if casually landing on the hand holding the spear, striking a short and rapid note.

As soon as Nian Qiu came back to his senses, he felt that his palm was weak, and the upward spear could no longer be held, and flew away from his palm.

There was also danger spreading, the figure in the pupils was illusory, a seductive green fell on the body at an extremely slow speed, the shoulder was hit, and then the waist and abdomen were to be hit, and the pain came a little later, after the wind.

There was a voice in my ears, more beautiful than the sound of the wind, heavier than the body.

The sound of the flute is like music, and the heart is full of sadness in an instant.

"You, lost!"

"Yes, lost. ”

Shu Xinfeng's voice echoed in the flute, but it was only an accompaniment, not completely breaking the sadness.

Nian Qiu accepted the reality, admitted the reality himself, closed his eyes after the failure, and was brought to Shu Xinfeng's side by the soft force, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but have warm tears spilling out of the corners of his eyes and falling down his face.

Failure is sad, more like sadness.

The bamboo flute hit four times, Qiu Ruoqiang was beaten and stayed, and Nian Qiu was forced to take off and was stopped by Shu Xinfeng.

Li Yuchen won, in the eyes of many people, he just moved, and he didn't even see his movement of swinging the bamboo flute clearly, but he was knocked away in the autumn and the weapon was left behind.

But it's over.

The ending was unexpected.

"Although you are in the imperial realm, you are not on the same level as him. Shu Xinfeng whispered the reality, "He's not something you can defeat." ”

No one spoke anymore, more or less unconvinced, but he had to face up to the reality and try to accept the answer given by Shu Xinfeng.

Nian Qiu is already in the imperial realm, and the realm is not low, there are five layers of the imperial realm, but the battle with Li Yuchen can be solved in a short time.

Although the process was short, and Li Yuchen may have been unexpected, but under self-questioning, even if he was slightly stronger than Nian Qiu, he still didn't have any confidence, and even had the idea of being able to survive a few moves.

In one game, they were all silent.

Not only the people of the Phantom Moon Palace, but also the people who originally participated in the wedding were also shocked, suppressed their doubts, and watched Li Yuchen with a careful and awe-inspiring heart.

They were distracted, and Li Yuchen was also distracted.

"Wedding, everyone is happy, what are you doing so seriously?" the old monk spoke, the joy on his face was not particularly strong, "all smile, all laugh, what can you do if you don't laugh?"

Everyone started laughing, some "hehe", some "haha", and "hehe...... The old monk also smiled, the more he smiled, the less joy he had on his face, staring at Li Yuchen, always a little unhappy, accompanied by hot eyes.

"Forget it, I already knew it was impossible. He sighed.

A wedding, except for the number of ceremonies between the newlyweds, it seems that it has not been normal?

Everyone didn't bother to think about it, and waited silently, waiting for the wedding to end.

The sky, with flowers, all kinds of colors, decorates the night with splendor, fireworks, and brilliant splendor. (To be continued.) )