Everyone looked towards the glazed palace suspended in mid-air, and many people were sneering in their hearts, Feng Feiyun didn't receive the invitation, and finally walked in.

Of course, the young talents present all felt that Feng Feiyun was ashamed to speak, but he didn't understand the rhythm of music but had to pretend to be an expert, and he would be embarrassed later.

Li Xiaonan put away the white jade Taoxun, and said in a chic and elegant manner: "It turns out that the little god king is also proficient in music and rhythm, but it is disrespectful, and I also ask the little god king to point out." ”

Many people are secretly snickering, although Li Xiaonan seems to be elegant and calm, but his "everyone" is a living face playing with wind and clouds, who doesn't know what kind of rhythm the son of the demon knows?

The number one talent in the world is different, and he doesn't scold people with dirty words.

Feng Feiyun didn't seem to be able to hear the sarcasm in Li Xiaonan's words, and said with a hearty smile: "Since you are so modest, then I will point you to you, you just played a total of four tunes, "Yue Wang", "Wind Rest", "White-haired Beauty Song", "Snowy Southern Cicada", each of which is a masterpiece, but in the eyes of real connoisseurs, you play it vulgarly. "Yue Wang" should have been majestic and with high syllables, like King Yue coming to the world, but it was played by you in a drizzle, like a girl. ”

"Let's talk about "Wind Rest", it was originally a song that preached freedom, with a brisk rhythm and flying rhythm, 'Go to the wind rest, sit and watch the clouds rise', but you were restrained by your blowing, and there was no such amazement that Ye Wenji played "Wind Rest" back then. ”

Li Xiaonan's originally chic and calm expression has changed, and his face has become solemn, what Feng Feiyun said is not nonsense, it is his weakness, originally he wanted to embarrass Feng Feiyun, and then retreated, but he didn't want to embarrass himself instead.

Dongfang Jingyue also let out a light "huh", feeling strange, Feng Feiyun, a bastard who doesn't even know musical scores, why does he suddenly have such a study of music and rhythm?

The other young talents were also stunned by the phone call of Feng Feiyun, could it be that the son of the demon is actually a music and rhythm master?

"Let's talk about your "White-haired Beauty Song", this is a sad song, which was created by the famous music and rhythm everyone 'Gongsun Sanniang', Gongsun Sanniang's beauty is peerless, but he was abandoned by the Taoist master, and he was white-headed overnight, and composed this song "White-haired Beauty Song". ”

As soon as the song came out, the fish and insects were mourning, and the clouds were discolored, but it was a pity that Gongsun Sanniang finished playing this song, and the fragrance disappeared, and he was thrown into the Jin River, and a generation of beauties passed away with the wind, and "The Song of the White-haired Beauty" has since become a swan song, and no one in later generations can play one-tenth of its mourning. ”

"Although your Li Xiaonan's "Song of the White-Haired Beauty" is sad enough, it does not have the sadness and despair after being abandoned by his lover, the difference is too far. ”

Feng Feiyun sat in the middle of the hall, and his voice floated out, like a peerless sage sighing at music theory, and the young talents present nodded secretly when they heard it, and felt that it was reasonable.

"As for your last song "Snowy Southern Cicada", this is a flute song, and it is understandable that you play it with Guxun, but why didn't I hear the cicadas, I can only hear the sound of the Xun, but I can't hear the cicadas, what is this called the snowy southern cicada?" Feng Feiyun sighed abruptly, shook his head, and said: "The talent of the world's first genius is nothing more than that, it is really Lang's name." ”

Nangong walked out slowly, hugged the qin and walked onto the cloud platform, looking at the temple through the sky, and said in a crisp voice: "Saying so much, it's all on paper, as long as you have read the book for two days, you can speak catchy, you are so capable, do you want to give you a song?"

Li Xiaonan stood with his hands in his hands and said with a leisurely smile: "What the red-faced girl said is very true, since Brother Feng is so talented, why not let us all open our eyes?"

In the palace, there was silence for a long time.

Many people laughed at it, thinking that Feng Feiyun was an empty fallacy, and the real competition was not even comparable to a finger of Li Xiaonan.

"Squeak!"

In the distance, a gate of the hanging glazed palace opened, Feng Feiyun carried a large wine jar, while drinking, he walked out, his body was full of wine, he looked at the young talent in the distance from afar, and said with a smile: "Since you want to see, let you see today, what is the real rhythm." ”

Feng Feiyun danced wildly on the steps in front of the palace, and with a flash of white light in his hand, one hundred and eight wine bowls fell to the ground, arranged in nine circles, secretly matching the magic of heaven and earth.

"Whoa!"

As he drank, Feng Feiyun poured the wine in the jar into the bowl with such speed that it was like a ghost, and after nine turns between the one hundred and eight bowls, he poured all the wine into the bowl, and the amount of wine in each bowl was different.

One hundred and eight wine bowls, each with an average increase in the amount of wine in each bowl, not a single cent, not a small amount, this kind of judgment is simply amazing.

"It's ...... There are only seven bowls for the general beatout music, and eighteen bowls for those with advanced rhythms, otherwise there are too many tonal changes, and they can't be mastered at all, and there is no such fast percussion speed. Xiyue Lanshan said.

"It's true that it's a smash out of music, but it's different, it's impossible to get a hundred and eight bowls if it's stumbling out, is it that Feng Feiyun's musical attainments are so profound?"

Many people who know the rhythm of music look at each other and feel a trace of incredibleness.

Nangong Hongyan's brows furrowed slightly, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

As soon as Feng Feiyun's feet stepped on the ground, one hundred and eight white jade porcelain bowls flew up, suspended in the middle of the moon in the sky, he held a silver chopstick in his hand, and smiled at the people in the distance: "Let me let you see what the real "Wind Rest" is today, go to the Wind Rest, and sit and watch the clouds rise. ”

Feng Feiyun waved his chopsticks and gently tapped on the edge of the bowl, the speed getting faster and faster.

At the same time, Li Xiaonan gestured slightly, and sixteen musicians took off at the same time, holding different musical instruments, each occupying a direction, and playing "Wind Rest" at the same time.

The chopsticks in Feng Feiyun's hand are hitting faster and faster, the sound is crisp and pleasant, and it is practiced into a piece, which is as soft as a spring breeze, giving people a sense of physical and mental comfort.

"Boom!"

Sixteen musicians exerted their strength at the same time, and an invisible wind swept over, with the potential of overwhelming mountains and seas, sweeping the entire canopy of the sky, blowing away all the clouds in the sky.

It's just the power of the music, it's not that they're using spiritual power.

The rhythm in Feng Feiyun's hands is also getting faster and faster, the spring breeze turns into a winter wind, and the body seems to turn into a phantom, flying directly in one hundred and eight jade bowls, striking out a crazy and high-spirited music, surging passion, listening to the blood boiling of everyone present, like thousands of troops rushing over.

"Boom!"

A huge tornado centered on the wind and flying clouds, affecting one hundred and eight jade bowls, swept through the sky, turned into a storm dragon, and violently pressed back.

This is a musical spectacle that is produced after fitting the way of heaven, and it can only destroy the world.

Why are those musicians and literary Confucians in ancient times, after reaching a certain level, they can become spiritually holy, and their cultivation is not weaker than the Holy Spirit, this is the reason, their knowledge is also constantly in line with the way of heaven, and it is a different way to cultivate immortals, but they can still become immortals and become holy.

"Bang!bang!bang......"

The instruments in the hands of the sixteen musicians were all cracked, and those silk strings were even broken, and the sixteen stunning beauties spat blood from their mouths at the same time, and flew upside down, injured by the qi of the sonic wave of heaven.

Fighting music is sometimes more dangerous than fighting divine consciousness.

"Is there a mistake, so powerful?" Bi Ningshuai's eunuch clothes were bulging, and he didn't know how many things he had stolen, and there was treasure light in the cracks of his clothes from time to time.

Not only him, but many people present showed a look of disbelief, staring at Feng Feiyun like looking at a monster, they had never heard of the son of a demon's musical attainment being so terrifying.

Feng Feiyun put away the chopsticks in his hand, drank a bowl of wine, and smiled at everyone, "No, no, it's ugly, it's ugly." ”

"Such a quick judgment, such a powerful rhythm control, every breath can hit one hundred and eight, and the weight is so even, what kind of situation is this familiar with the rhythm to achieve this kind of situation?" Nangong Hongyan had a smile in his eyes, and his fingers gently plucked the strings of the guzheng.

Blood Dance asked, "Sister, can you reach such a level?"

Nangong Hongyan nodded, shook his head again, and said, "If you can concentrate to the extreme and play to the highest level, you should be able to reach this point, but you can't do it every time." Of all the people I know, there is only one person who has such a high level of attainment. ”

"Who?"

"Sister Night, her musical attainments are a cut above mine, and in the entire Shenjin Dynasty, no one can be higher than her musical attainments. Nangong Hongyan's face changed, and he said, "Blood Dance, go to Baiyun Pavilion to see if Sister Night is still there?"

"What do you mean, sister?" a smile flashed in Blood Dance's eyes, staring at Feng Feiyun from afar, and the palace behind Feng Feiyun.

Nangong Hongyan's teeth clenched tightly, staring at the palace behind Feng Feiyun, and kept chanting in his heart, "Could it be, is it ...... No way...... Impossible......"

Dongfang Jingshui rubbed his eyes, surprised and inexplicable, and said: "Feng Feiyun actually has such a high level of musical attainment, it's incredible, this kind of attainment is definitely above Li Xiaonan." ”

Dongfang Jingyue frowned deeply, and she didn't know what she was thinking about at the moment?

Feng Feiyun's music and skills shocked everyone, and everyone was looking forward to the peak showdown between him and Li Xiaonan, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.