Ye Qingchen sat on the ground by himself, his hand slowly brushed in front of him, and a guqin gradually appeared.

The golden guqin has a very simple appearance, but in every detail, it flows with a simple and heavy atmosphere.

When the wooden pavilion master saw this guqin, his eyes deepened. Rao is the master of Tianji Pavilion, he has seen countless worlds, and this guqin still makes him feel amazing.

However, immediately, a trace of contempt crossed his eyes.

Although the guqin is good, with this guqin delusional hope to match him?

It's tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Lord Muge, I'll give you a chance to choose, if you leave now, I can spare your life. ”

"Hahaha!" "The Wooden Pavilion Lord looked up to the sky and laughed, "Ye Qingchen, you really dare to say anything." Even if your father Ye Wuwu is not my opponent, it depends on your mere situation?"

Ye Qingchen was as calm as water, "The Wooden Pavilion Master can try it." ”

It seems that if the Lord does not teach you a lesson, you will not know what it means to be high and thick. ”

"It seems that the Lord of the Wooden Pavilion has made up his mind. Ye Qingchen pulled his lips, obviously smiling like a flower on his face, but his eyes were frozen.

The Lord of the Wooden Pavilion looked proud, wisps of holy power were released, the brilliance of the whole body bloomed, and the magic circle under his feet contained the philosophy of the Great Dao, which was unbeatable and extremely proud.

Ye Qingchen put his hands on the guqin one after the other, and a voice couldn't help but echo in his mind.

"The name of this guqin is Long Yuan, and there is a will in it that I branded. If you are unfortunate enough to fall into a crisis in the future, you only need to use spiritual power to urge you, which can help you at a critical moment. ”

This Longyuan guqin was given by Brother Yun, but I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.

"Young master, there is an imperial will engraved in this piano. The moment he saw the Longyuan Guqin, Mo Feijian saw something that others couldn't see at a glance.

Long Jun's dark eyes suddenly sank. Naturally, he discovered the will in the guqin faster than Mo Feijian, not only this will, but he could even feel the breath that belonged to others on this qin, the breath of a man.

Cangzhou has no emperor, and after a little thought, Long Junmo can be sure that this guqin comes from Yun Qianye.

The man was willing to do so, and carved three wills into the piano. Mo Feijian said to himself, completely unaware of the fact that his master's face was already cold and terrifying.

Ye Qingchen's slender fingers danced like butterflies, fluttering down, the first piano note bloomed, and in an instant, the whole world echoed with her piano sound.

In her mind, Yun Qianye taught her music theory and piano skills, vividly in her mind, between the dance of her fingers, the sound of the piano fluttered with the wind, sharp as a sword blade, overwhelming, pervasive.

With Ye Qingchen's movements, a colorful light rushed out of the guqin, soaring upward, extremely gorgeous.

"This, this can't be!"

A moment ago, the Mu Pavilion Master, who was still extremely confident, had his pupils shrank fiercely, and his complexion changed drastically.

The colorful brilliance represents something, and no one present knows better than him.

This is the power of luck. As a saint, his luck is only a dozen zhang.

So, what about the brilliance of the power of tens of zhang qi luck?

"This is ... The power of the Emperor's level of luck!" Mu Yi was dumbfounded and shocked. Ye Qingchen is a small realm, how can he have the power of emperor-level luck?

The power of the emperor's level luck accompanied the emperor's will, and the heavy will pressure came towards him, and the sage figure who was still high above the world a moment ago trembled and crumbled.

Even if he was an extraordinary sage, how could he resist even a wisp of Dao power in the realm of the emperor?