Chu Shou and Bei Hongqi were also startled by the voice above.

Bei Hongqi came here because he couldn't think of anyone who could silently avoid his own awareness, and ...... Listening to that person's voice, it seemed like it was supposed to be floating in mid-air, how did he do it?

Chu Shou thought differently from Bei Hongqi, when he heard the sentence "Since you are here, don't leave", the first feeling was that the person who came was definitely a cultivator who liked to pretend to be forced.

Driven by curiosity, both Bei Hongqi and Chu Shou looked up and looked at each other.

The two of them only saw a man in white sitting cross-legged in the air, with a pair of yaoqin made of the finest materials in front of him. The man didn't seem to pay attention to anyone, just concentrated on playing the harp.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be Dr. Zhou Guanglu, right?" Bei Hongqi immediately recognized the man, and he muttered, "This feeling is a little bad......

That's right, this man in white is Zhou Ting, if Monk Shi is also there, he will definitely recognize Zhou Tinglai, because this person is an old Confucian who created a flood with an article.

And what Bei Hongqi said was not good, referring to this extremely beautiful qin song that made him feel the changes of heaven and earth, just like the emperor wrote that paper.

"What the hell, it's that kind of mysterious power, these cultural people are really powerful. Bei Hongqi didn't know if Zhou Ting recognized himself, and it wouldn't be fun if this thing killed the wrong person, so he secretly turned around and wanted to slip away.

Unexpectedly, although Bei Hongqi wanted to leave, he couldn't lift his feet for a long time, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, it seemed that his body had been addicted to the sound of the piano and was no longer under his control.

Even Chu Shou didn't feel good, and he also found that he couldn't move, not even lift a tentacle.

"What kind of magic is this?not magic, it's not fighting spirit......" Chu Shou wanted to ask Bei Hongqi, but he couldn't even do this at this time.

The sound of the piano is leisurely, making people feel indescribably comfortable. It is as if the body and mind should be integrated into nature, flying happily with the wind.

Suddenly, Zhou Ting gathered all his strength into his arms, and then plucked it heavily, and the sound of the piano suddenly changed from calm and tranquil to an ambush on all sides, and the process of transformation was extremely smooth and wonderful.

Everyone was awakened by the sound of the harp, but they found themselves unable to move. If the sound of the piano was intoxicating before, the sound of the piano now is so frightened that it is impossible to move, as if it is surrounded by heavy troops on all sides. There is no way to escape, trembling, sweating dare not come out.

Bei Hongqi remembered the scene when the emperor killed the evil monks, although he was on the side at that time, he was not affected by the article, but now he ......

"Not good!" Bei Hongqi immediately thought of the other party's intentions, and his heart was about to jump out, "This old man wants to kill people!

Bei Hongqi didn't know why Zhou Ting did this, but with his keen intuition. He came to this conclusion - this intuition had saved him many times.

But even so, Bei Hongqi couldn't move a single point, and could only watch the mermaid flesh, and he only then understood the horror that the evil monk felt when he was killed by the emperor.

"My life is on hold!" Bei Hongqi finally knew the gap between his sports and literature.

And Chu Shou didn't quite understand what was going on at this time. But he couldn't move, and he was very unhappy.

In the midst of desperation, the sound of a flute came from the hotel, and it was-for-tat with the ambush on all sides, as if a glimmer of life had been carved out in the space shrouded in death.

Because of the interference of the flute. Bei Hongqi finally relieved himself, and he looked up at Tang Zhi on the second floor gratefully.

Tang Zhi didn't respond, his mouth didn't leave the flute. With his eyes closed, he focused all his attention and brain power on how to play.

Yes, Tang Zhi can no longer let out the extra attention, because his opponent is the literary master of the Later Zhou, Zhou Ting.

Although Tang Zhi is known as the first genius of the Later Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Ting is recognized as a master of the literary world, and the two are not of the same grade at all.

Tang Zhi understood that Zhou Ting was not ambushed here, but when he used Wenchang and mobilized the power of heaven and earth to be discovered by him, he used Wenchang to teleport here directly.

The teleportation power that tore through space was terrifying!? Tang Zhi knew that he couldn't do this at all.

"This man is going to be killed, everyone run away!" said Aite as he poked his head out of the window and shouted to everyone.

Because Tang Zhi resisted with the sound of the flute just now, the sound of the impregnable piano was loosened a little, and everyone was finally able to move, although it was not very flexible.

Everyone was reminded by Aite and suddenly came to their senses, and they all took a difficult step, trying to escape into the distance.

Aite is a good idea, on the one hand, it can allow the people present to be rescued, and on the other hand, this move may also have the effect of disturbing Zhou Ting's mind.

The idea is good, but now everyone is moving as slowly as a turtle under Zhou Ting's Wenchang, and it is estimated that when this Wenchang confrontation is over, everyone has not been able to get out of a mile away.

Zhou Ting didn't make waves in his heart, but he was still patient and played this eternal swan song with his heart.

As the sound of the piano gradually entered the high tide, thousands of troops and horses faintly appeared around Zhou Ting, as far as the eye could see, and the army was solemn and murderous.

The nameless army did not know how to receive the order, and galloped straight to the hotel from a distance to kill, and everyone was terrified - with this momentum and murderous aura, everyone knew that although this army was ethereal, it was absolutely murderous, not fake.

In the face of Zhou Ting's army, Tang Zhi's flute sound became more and more gentle, like a spring in March, everyone suddenly found that they didn't know when they were full of flowers, they could feel the fragrance of flowers and the spring breath they brought, but these flowers were also as ethereal as the army.

In an instant, the army has arrived, and the rolling slaughter it brings has broken the tranquility and harmony of this spring, and the flowers are shattered and scattered under the iron horse of the army, which is poignant.

However, with each broken flower, the soldier's figure slowly blurred and eventually disappeared, but behind him there was another soldier on top of him, endlessly.

However, flowers bloomed around the inn at a rate no less than that of the soldiers. Spring walks and spring, flowers fall and bloom, just like heaven and earth, which cannot be broken.

This is the pinnacle duel between the two Wenchangs, but unfortunately no one here knows this bird thing, but his heart is so depressed that he can't wait to leave here immediately.

Suddenly, there was a slight cracking sound from the direction of the flute, and with the cracking sound, the flowers blooming around the hotel seemed to have received a fatal blow, and they withered and disappeared in an instant, and they could no longer protect everyone.

Tang Zhi looked at the broken flute in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh gloomily - sure enough, his skills were too shallow, or he lost to Zhou Ting.

Looking at those hideous and ethereal armies, everyone's hearts couldn't help but surge with a strong sense of despair.

Although Zhou Ting was victorious, his heart was like water, and he played the yaoqin according to the rhythm it should have, not giving everyone room to flip.

At this moment, a loud fart sound rushed into the beautiful sound of the piano, breaking the beauty of the scene. Hearing such a vulgar voice, Zhou Ting couldn't stop his heart, and couldn't help but break a string.

"Who put it!?" Zhou Ting finally opened his eyes and looked at everyone coldly, although the performance did not stop, but due to the weakening of the momentum, those flood-like soldiers also disappeared in an instant.

Of course, no one will come forward to admit this kind of question if it is asked nine times out of ten. (To be continued......)