Mu Yuncheng and Di Jing returned to the Great Pavilion, and with the recommendation of the big man, I believe that it will not be long before they can meet Yan Yongye, the leader of the East China Sea Alliance.

In the night of Mingyue Town, Mu Yuncheng leaned against the window, and his thoughts vaguely returned to Jiangzhou City that year. It was also such a quiet and prosperous night, and at that time, I was like the emperor in front of me, full of new and interesting things.

Di Jing was lying on the bed, remembering what he had said during the day, and felt that the joke was a little too much, so he turned his head sideways and looked at Mu Yuncheng cautiously.

"You must be very angry in your heart, it's better to vent it and hold it back. He stared at Mu Yuncheng for a long time, but Mu Yuncheng ignored him at all.

His words really earned Mu Yuncheng's attention, but he just glanced at himself and turned his head away.

"Rest early, ...... tomorrow," he said halfway through, when he suddenly noticed something unusual, and a moment later, a blue arc of light rushed in from the window like thunder, and he flashed sideways, and when he looked back, the wall of the room had been broken through a huge gap.

"Honestly stay there and don't move!" As he spoke, the other person turned into a golden light and suddenly flew out of the window.

Di Jing hurriedly jumped off the bed and lay down by the window, his face was not afraid at this moment, but looked very excited.

On the opposite building, a blue-clad scribe was stroking the harp.

Mu Yuncheng hung in the air, standing opposite the blue-clothed scribe, and the strength of Fang Cai should have been emitted by this person.

"A song of liver and intestines is broken, and I don't know if the flowers fall. He seemed to be chanting and singing, the strings between his fingers flicked, and there were two half-moon arcs, slashing towards Mu Yuncheng's place quickly.

With a wave of Mu Yuncheng's one hand, the blue sword shadow swept across the four fields, easily scattering the two arcs of light with just one blow.

The blue-clothed scribe did not raise his head, his ten fingers plucked rapidly on the strings, and the sound of the piano was fierce and powerful, and the pitch was endless. Dozens of arcs of light rushed towards Mu Yuncheng, and the white arc light like a meteor caused a commotion among countless people below.

Mu Yuncheng pointed a little forward, and the silver dragon broke through the air, shocking a hundred miles. Dozens of arcs of light were broken in a row, and they turned upwards and disappeared into the clouds. He only defended and did not attack, but wanted to see what this man was capable of.

The blue-clothed scribe nodded slightly, as if he was affirming Mu Yuncheng's strength, but he seemed to be immersed in his own piano music and couldn't extricate himself, he began to dance his fingers wildly, the sound of the piano became more and more frenzied, and countless sound waves swept by like a shuttle, rushing towards Mu Yuncheng like a swift wind.

Mu Yuncheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, thinking in his heart that this person's skills were not enough, and if he continued to entangle with him, he might expose too much of his strength. After thinking about it, the Flowing Cloud Flying Waterfall Sword in one hand was already moving at will, and it was easily displayed. Countless golden lights are like silky threads, covering the entire night sky. The sound wave pierced through the golden thread and struck the stone wall, one by one, full of long slash marks.

This trick is extremely brilliant and eye-catching, but the power is not far behind. In the blink of an eye, the place where the white-clothed scribe was located was shattered, and the whole person and the long qin were smashed by the dazzling sword qi.

Emperor Jing was stunned, that day in the forest he only felt dizzy in front of him, the group of green sharks would fall to the ground, today I saw it really, I couldn't help but shout wonderful.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd below, and someone shouted, "Look there!" I saw that the blue-clothed scribe who had been shattered by Mu Yuncheng's sword qi appeared on the western wall tower out of thin air.

"If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings. After groaning, I saw him erect the long piano, and hooked all the strings with his ten fingers, as if he was going to break the strings alive, and when he released it suddenly, an accent shook the night sky, and the sound waves rushed to all directions like a tide, and for a time the buildings exploded, and the green tiles flew one after another.

The uncultivated people bled instantly and fell to the ground and died.

Even Emperor Jing was shocked by the sound wave, his eyes were bloodshot, and his ears were buzzing.

The golden light dissipated, Mu Yuncheng stood proudly in the night sky, his clothes fluttering, and there was a sword aura that went back and forth, showing the demeanor of the sword saint.

After a short fight, the outcome was unknown, but Mu Yuncheng's impression of this person became more and more profound.

"In the lower piano master, take the liberty to test your skills for the White Shark King. We ask for your forgiveness for any rudeness. The blue-clothed scribe actually spoke first, hugged the qin and saluted Mu Yuncheng, his voice was elegant and beautiful, and there was a rhyme between his words.

"It turned out to be Coats under the White Shark King's account, rude. Mu Yuncheng knew in his heart that this White Shark King was the person who spoke about the right route of the East China Sea, and he was as famous as the big man in the East China Sea. He just met the big guy today, and he sent someone to try his skills at night, which shows that he is very concerned about the change in the strength of the big guy's side.

"You guys keep fighting, what should this assassin do!" Seeing that the two of them stopped, Di Jing was slightly disappointed, and lay down in front of the window, letting Mu Yuncheng continue to fight.

"This is the White Shark King's master, so don't panic. Mu Yuncheng knew in his heart that Emperor Jing just wanted to watch the fight, but the relationship between this person and the White Shark King was by no means ordinary, and he now wanted to see who this White Shark King was.

"My master is eager to be virtuous, and when I heard that my son promised to join forces with that big guy to fight against Mu Yuncheng, my master was a little sad. If you are interested, you can come to Shipwreck Bay to meet my host. As he spoke, he jumped to his feet, hugged the piano and floated away.

Di Jing was greatly disappointed, and turned his head in annoyance, only to see Mu Yuncheng standing behind him.

"Haven't you seen enough? Do you want me to show you a few hands in this room?" Before he could finish his sentence, Di Jing ran back to his bed and covered his head under the quilt.

Mu Yuncheng sat on the edge of the window, drenched in the moonlight and slept.

"Who is this Yan Yongye? Today's fight with this violinist shows that the White Shark King's account is full of talents. I thought that the East China Sea Alliance was just a rabble, but now it seems that it is by no means idle. If you can persuade them to join forces with you to fight against the demons, it will be really a blessing for the great wilderness and a blessing for all the people. ”

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"See?" A deep candle flame flickered in the main cabin of the Sea King, and the light was dim, making it impossible to see the person talking in the sharkskin chair.

"See. It was the luthier who came with the piano in his arms, knelt on his knees, and replied softly.

"But the wine bag and the rice bag?" the man said with a slight contempt.

"Not only that, but his people are good at controlling the qi sword, the sword moves are strange and changeable, and the internal force is even more unfathomable. We fought with it three times, and then used an impermanent puppet to save my life. ”

"Is it really that powerful?" the man's tone began to grow startled, and he was still slightly skeptical of the violinist's answer.

"There is no half-talk. ”

"Okay, I got it. Get up, you've worked this trip. The man rose from his chair, his tall body as if to puncture the roof, and then the faint candlestick on one side, and the man's pale face seemed to be embedded with two pearls, which shone a terrible glow in the dark night.

At this moment, the White Shark King was a little remorseful, he knew that these two people were so good, and he should have sent someone to intercept them halfway. Now that the big guy is cheaper, it seems that there is still a fight for the position of pioneer officer.