Yin Mo fell to the ground in a disordered manner, and even the funeral soul qin that turned into a basketball returned into the appearance of the vicissitudes of the guqin, and the strings broke and fell aside.

Looking at Zhang Feng's gaze, only fear remained.

Facing Yin Moxiao's question, Zhang Feng said lightly: "Suona." ”

"Suona...... With such instruments, I don't complain about losing. Yin Mo smiled and fell to the ground, laughing miserably.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Everyone's eyes widened and they stared blankly at the scene.

The entertainment king of the Yin and Yang Dynasty was defeated by music in front of everyone?

You must know that the reason why Yin Moxiao is so famous is because of that way of music and rhythm, and the mediocre Qi refining period that defeated him, does he still have more profound music and rhythm attainments than Yin Mo Xiao?

How is this possible?

"Hmph. "The Yin Yang Dynasty Emperor's voice is like ink, and his face is gloomy," the vertical son is rampant. ”

Being treated as this kind of face by an ordinary Qi refining cultivator and beating his own son, if this evil breath does not come out, then he is a father in vain, and he is not worthy of being the king of a country!

Before the words fell, the red-robed eunuch beside him comprehended, and his golden pill cultivation burst out, and a lotus flower bloomed under his feet, and the needles and threads flew between his ten fingers, swept towards Zhang Feng, and said in a sharp voice: "Naughty boy, dare to hurt me towards the prince!"

And yet the next moment.

The old eunuch's figure suddenly stopped.

I saw Yin Moxiao gritting his teeth fiercely, getting up suddenly, and kneeling respectfully towards Zhang Feng in front of everyone's eyes!

"Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!"

Yin Mo smiled and looked at the ordinary Qi Cultivator in front of him with a respectful face, his eyes were extremely sincere, and he respectfully kowtowed to Zhang Feng three times.

Clang.

The audience was silent, and the kowtow was extremely harsh.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yin Moxiao is the most famous music genius of the Yin Yang Dynasty, and he has fans all over the country!

At a young age, after the exhibition of the way of music and rhythm, you can fight Jindan!

This is true genius.

Not to mention the dignity of being the prince of a country.

And at this time, this voice Mo smiled, and actually kowtowed to an ordinary Qi cultivator?

What's going on here?

The Emperor of the Yin Yang Dynasty, Yin Rumo, twitched the corners of his mouth, to be honest, even he didn't let Yin Moxiao kneel and kowtow to him...... How could this ordinary Qi cultivator have such an honor?

Looking at Yin Mo smiling, Zhang Feng was stunned: "...... are you?"

"Seniors! The juniors didn't know Taishan before, and if they offended the seniors, please ask the seniors Haihan!" Yin Mo smiled with a complicated face, "The seniors can design such songs and musical instruments, and they must have entered the peak realm of the way of music and rhythm!"

"The younger generation boasts that his music and rhythm are unparalleled in the world, and now it seems that he is really a frog at the bottom of the well. When I see my predecessors, I know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!"

"Now that the younger generation has a musical attainment, it is difficult to advance an inch, and I also ask the seniors to be gracious and accept the younger generations as apprentices, my Yin and Yang Dynasty is willing to set up a monument of immortality for the seniors, and respect the predecessors as emperors!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked again!

Emperor!

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually wants to worship this person as the emperor!

You must know that in the entire Yin and Yang Dynasty, there is only one emperor, and that is Zhang Feng, the Qilinzi of Lizhou!

And this person is just an ordinary Qi refining cultivator, who can be compared to Zhang Feng?

Under the curious gaze of everyone, under the nervous gaze of Yin Moxiao, Zhang Feng was silent.

Myself...... It was originally an emperor.

Strictly speaking, this sound Mo Xiao was originally his own student, no, to be exact, the son of his own student...... The emperor of the Yin Yang Dynasty, Yin Rumo, was his student.

Zhang Feng suddenly found that he had no reason to refuse.

"Okay. Zhang Feng nodded.

Everyone: "???"

What do you mean by this unwilling look?

You, a Qi cultivator, are you obviously lucky to step on shit?

Yin Moxiao, who was nervous, was instantly surprised when he saw Zhang Feng agree, and then bowed again: "Please also ask Master to allow students to follow by his side and learn the teacher's knowledge of music and rhythm!"

Zhang Feng was happy and greeted Xiao Hei from afar: "Xiao Hei!"

"Xiao Hei is here!" Xiao Hei replied angrily.

Zhang Feng beckoned, "The coffin is coming!"

Xiao Hei raised his hand and waved, and the huge wooden coffin smashed in front of Zhang Feng, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"This is?" Yin Mo was stunned for a moment, "The teacher is trying to say that learning the way of music and rhythm is like sailing against the current, and if you are not careful, you will die and be put in a coffin?"

"It's okay, students are not afraid!" Yin Mo smiled generously.

Zhang Feng was expressionless: "I specially let you get in." ”

Yin Moxiao blinked his confused eyes: "Huh?"

Everyone was confused.

What the hell does this mean?

Into the coffin?

Why do you have to go into the coffin and play with you as a teacher?

And what's the matter with you carrying a coffin? Are you so well prepared for yourself? Is it so stable?

Yin Moxiao was silent for a long time, and seeing that Zhang Feng didn't seem to be joking, he could only grit his teeth and open the coffin board and stretch his feet inside......

But the next moment, Yin Mo smiled and was stunned.

Outstretched feet, trembling slightly.

I saw that there was a person lying in the coffin!

The man was in shackles, his feet were shackled, he was tightly tied, and his originally handsome face was blue and swollen, and he was lying in it with a gray face!

It's miserable!

The most tragic thing is that the man is still holding a nest head in his hand, looking at Yin Mo with a nervous face.

Yin Mo smiled: "???"

"Don't rob me of my nest!" the humanoid said in a nervous tone.

Yin Mo smiled: "???"

What's going on?

This man...... Wait, why is this man so familiar?

Yin Moxiao frowned and looked at it carefully, then gasped: "Little Heavenly Li Chunfeng, why are you also here?"

As a Tianjiao who has been praised by the world, Yin Moxiao has naturally seen the portrait of Xiao Tianren, and he has been friends for a long time, and he immediately recognized that this person with a blue nose and swollen face is a bit similar to Xiao Tianren......

Surprised, surprised?

Yin Moxiao felt very surprised, he didn't expect that the first meeting of the two Tianjiao would be in such a strange environment......

"Tell you, don't rob me of my nest!" Xiao Tianren looked nervous.

Yin Mo smiled: "???"

Am I special?

What the hell is this code?

Big brother, do you speak Chinese?

Yin Moxiao didn't know what to say for a while, and said after a long silence: "Don't worry, I won't rob ......"

The little celestial suddenly relaxed, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Master let me into the coffin, maybe the two of us will be a little squeezed in here, and I may press you ......" Yin Mo smiled and looked at the little celestial lying in the coffin, a little embarrassed.

But seeing that Xiao Tianren instantly became excited: "Really, you want to press me? Great, come in! I haven't experienced the feeling of being crushed underneath! Isn't it painful?"

Yin Mo smiled: "???"

Are you so excited about a hammer?

For some reason, looking at Xiao Tianren's impatient appearance, Yin Moxiao suddenly felt that he didn't want to press Xiao Tianren anymore, and even felt that his chrysanthemum was aching faintly......

But after glancing at Zhang Feng, Yin Moxiao still took a deep breath, got into the coffin, and lay on top of the little celestial.

Two men.

Skin tightened.

At the moment when Yin Moxiao lay down, Xiao Tianren exhaled a long sigh of relief, full of satisfaction and happiness.

"Ah~~~"

Yin Mo smiled: "I beg you not to make such a strange sound." ”

For some reason, countless idioms suddenly popped up in Yin Moxiao's mind.

Strongman locks men.

Male on male.

Men to contend with.

Two men on the left and right.

The material is big for men.

Male to male points.

Knowing the man and going up.

The big man is coming.

It's a shame to be in this position!

The coffin was a little cramped, and could only lie down one person, while the other could only lie on top of the one below.

He could even feel a heat against him!

Yin Moxiao broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but want to jump out of the coffin.

But the next moment, Yin Moxiao gritted his teeth fiercely.

For your own future, in order to be able to go further in the way of music!

You must stick to it!

Even if you endure pain, even if you endure shame, even if you lose something!

Zhang Feng covered the coffin board, tied the coffin behind him with a rope, and carried it on his back.

Zhang Feng had a satisfied smile on his face.

To tell the truth, with the cultivation at the peak of Zhang Fenglian's Bone Realm now, the weight of these two people and the coffin is almost negligible, and it does not affect the action at all.

"Master, I know you are trying to tell me that if you want to break through the predicament of learning the way of music and rhythm, you have to endure loneliness and pain, just like being locked in a coffin. There was a voice from the coffin, "Master don't worry, the apprentice knows Master's hard work!

"Huh?" Zhang Feng was stunned, "How did you guess?"

"Isn't it?" Yin Moxiao was also stunned in the coffin.

"Of course not. Zhang Feng shook his head.

Yin Moxiao's face in the coffin changed slightly, he actually guessed the wrong master's painstaking efforts?

Could it be that Master has other deeper intentions?

Yin Moxiao hurriedly held his breath and listened attentively.

But I only heard Zhang Feng smile lightly: "Don't you think it is very rewarding to put you and Xiao Tianren in a coffin at the same time?"

"Huh?" Yin Moxiao's brain went blank.

"Yes, you think, when I fight in the future, Xiao Tianren is responsible for being the mascot, and you are responsible for singing next to you as background music. Isn't this beautiful?" Zhang Feng's tone was full of anticipation.

Yin Mo smiled: "???"

So, is that the reason?

That's it?

Am I special?

At this moment, Yin Moxiao suddenly felt.

I may have gotten on a thief ship.

And Zhang Feng's heart is full of a sense of accomplishment.

My own collection is perfect.

A thousand years of cultivation can be smiling, and a hundred years of cultivation can be Li Chunfeng, right!

Hey, I've got it in a coffin!

Xiu Nyima's repair! If you repair it again, you will also put it in a coffin!

To tell the truth, Zhang Feng really didn't think that this way of music and rhythm was so powerful......

What's the use of all this bells and whistles?

He also sings and dances

AP Basketball.

What about acting? Do you want me to give you an award?

You see that as soon as your suona blows, it is easily crushed, and you directly press these bells and whistles on the ground and rub them.

Loud is power!

Zhang Feng pondered that in the future, he should educate Yin Moxiao more and reverse Yin Moxiao's thinking. Less of these bells and whistles, you just carry a big drum and pound, doesn't it sound?

Under the stunned gaze of the audience, Zhang Feng carried the coffin on his back and stood peacefully.

At this moment, all the monks who were in contact with Zhang Feng's eyes all subconsciously took a step back.

I'm really afraid that I'll be put into it......