Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The ethereal sound of the piano sounded one after another, melodious and tactful, endless.

Dressed in an emerald green shirt, floating in.

Graceful posture, flying in the air, leisurely like a goddess walking in the dust, fluttering like a legacy and independent.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, Liu Yunqing's figure that was not like a mortal was deeply imprinted in the minds of the audience.

The people who were still clamoring just now to make them look good have turned off their voices.

Lu Changan's piano sound seemed to have magical power, and it suddenly pulled everyone's consciousness to an ethereal world full of mysterious landscapes.

Here, there is a white light everywhere, a lake as clear as a mirror at your feet, and a cloudless blue sky, everything looks so dreamlike.

A Lingbo fairy, dressed in a long Qiluo skirt and barefoot, danced above the water.

Her steps are light, her dancing posture is graceful, and between her hands and feet, the snow yarn rises and flutters in the wind.

Luo yarn is insignificant, gently raised with the passage of rhyme, and then falls gracefully.

Only the beautiful illusion was left in the pupils of everyone.

Long.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the aftermath still lingered in everyone's ears, ethereal and leisurely.

Everyone was so immersed in their own imagination that they didn't want to wake up.

Dua

g!

It wasn't until the gong sounded that everyone's eyes gradually regained their clarity and woke up.

In the corner of the ring, Dong Huai, who was holding the long qin, looked at Lu Changan standing in the center of the stage in a daze, his face was pale and his eyes were blank.

He thought that he had been studying art in the capital for two years, and he could already compete with Lu Changan for a long time.

Now it seems that he is completely a clown who jumps off the beam.

He will never be able to play that dreamy sound.

From this moment on, he threw himself to the ground with the five bodies that Lu Changan admired, and he was convinced.

[Congratulations! Knowing Huai is impressed by your piano sound, and the piety value is +1! 】

Seeing the system prompt that appeared in front of him, a strange look flashed in Lu Changan's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the sissy who looks like a sissy understands Huai, but it turns out to be a pure piano player and a music idiot.

"Ahem......"

At this moment, several coughs sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw that under the ring, the three referees had already given their scores.

9.5 points?!

Everyone was shocked by this score.

In the competition just now, who wins and who loses, everyone has a certain number in their hearts.

These three referees acted like this, obviously biased towards Su Wanyao, and were suspected of black-box operation.

Facing everyone's questioning eyes, the three referees couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

They also know that this time, their judgment will inevitably cause criticism, but the benefits have already been received, and now they can only play hard.

With such a result, Lu Changan was not surprised at all, Su Wanyao was so confident that she would win, and she would definitely have a backhand.

Now it seems that the so-called backhands should be these three referees.

Fortunately, I don't really want to participate in the Hundred Flowers Selection, otherwise I'm afraid I would be angry at this moment.

I looked at the sky again, and the rendezvous time was close at hand.

Now Lu Changan hopes that Su Wanyao can hurry up and disrupt the order of the venue.

In this way, he can change his appearance unconsciously.

After all, he is no longer alone at this time, he has a wife and a daughter.

In the face of the eight people who are afraid of even the double-faced Guanyin, be cautious, there will be no mistakes.

"Lu Sanlang, the victory has been divided, let's die!"

Just when Lu Changan guessed when Su Wanyao would make a move.

A loud shout came.

Then.

Whoosh!

Dozens of crossbow arrows glowing with cold light shot towards Lu Changan like raindrops.

They were followed by several black figures.

They raised the long knives in their hands, turned into a series of cold light exercises, and slashed at the top of Lu Chang'an's head.

Rumble!

Explosions rang out.

Rubble flew and dust billowed out, flooding the entire ring at once.

Yes!!!

Screams erupted, and the audience fled in all directions.

They didn't expect that Su Wanyao would really dare to commit murder in the Hundred Flowers Selection.

The people who were still supporting her to seek justice just now only hated her parents for having two legs and running fast.

"See you're not dead yet?"

Looking at Lu Chang'an, who was overwhelmed by the rain of arrows, Su Wanyao smiled proudly.

Lu Changan is just a Qinglou pianist with a little martial arts, and it is absolutely impossible for him to survive such an attack.

At this moment, Su Wanwan's thoughts were completely broken.

Unstable factors that may cause incidents have also been nipped in the bud.

From now on, the Dingyuan Mansion will no longer have any worries.

"Ugh!"

Just as he was thinking about it, several brief snorts suddenly sounded in the center of the ring.

In the shadow building, several black shadows flew high, drawing a perfect parabola.

"Bang!" With a thud, he fell hard under the ring, splashing a small cloud of dust.

The blood that flowed from their seven orifices quickly formed a pool of blood under their bodies.

Seeing this scene, Su Wanyao's face changed greatly.

With just one blow, all the Tianyun Thirteen Horsemen lost their combat effectiveness.

What really happened in the middle of the ring?

Is it Su Wanwan's ex-husband? Or is there another master?

Born with elbows and armpits, Su Wanyao, who thought she was strategizing, had the idea for the first time that her sister-in-law's ex-husband might not be so easy to deal with.

As the dust and smoke in the ring gradually dissipated, Su Wanyao's eyes gradually appeared in front of the figure of the person who beat the thirteen horsemen of the flying clouds in the ring.

Dressed in a black suit, covered with black cloth.

Under Wei An's body, the bulging muscles tightened.

Just standing there gives a sense of invisible oppression.

At the feet of the man in black, Lu Sanlang, who was wearing a cyan robe, was lying motionless on the ground with his hair scattered, looking completely unconscious.

"Whew!"

Su Wanyao let out a sigh of relief, and finally let go of the little heart she lifted.

It's not Lu Saburo!

Just now, I even suspected for a moment that Lu Sanlang might be a master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous.

He is a lowly person who has never been out of Anping County, and it would be good if he could learn a few kung fu skills of a three-legged cat.

How can it be a master?

It seems that I have been a little too nervous these days.

Shaking her head, Su Wanyao sneered, secretly laughing that she was really overestimating Lu Sanlang.

"Miss be careful!"

At this moment, a burly black shadow suddenly flashed in front of her.

A large shadow was obscured, giving her an unusually safe feeling.

Take a closer look.

What stopped in front of her turned out to be the last Tianyun Thirteen Riders, Shi Hu.

"Miss, let's withdraw first!"

"This person in front of me is too powerful, I'm not an opponent, there is only a dead end to stay here."

Shi Hu's humble voice came, which made Su Wanyao's face suddenly become very ugly.

Indeed, although it was not Lu Saburo in the ring, the plan was an accident after all.

What was she glad about?

Judging from the momentum of the man in black, it is better that Lu Saburo is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.