The people watching had never seen such a scene before. It was like encountering a battle between immortals, which was exciting yet heart-stopping. He listened carefully with both ears, his eyes were reluctant to blink, and his mouth opened wide, all showing a look of obsession.
Listening to those four sounds, four different feelings hit my heart at the same time. The sound of the chess player's piano is domineering and hard, like a torrent falling from the sky, making people feel excited. Mr. Tianming's pipa sound, like his person, carries the elegant temperament of tranquility and relaxation, comfortable and restrained, but with hidden surging power. Sima Yuliang's flute sound is completely different from his character. It is strange and changeable, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. There is not much emotion, and it is more about dealing with attacks from both sides. Mr. Baihu's piano music was unexpectedly graceful and graceful. He was the quietest one in the room. It seemed that he was in no hurry to take action.
As soon as the situation started, Li Benxin became anxious, looked at Zhang Wanlin and asked: "Confucian Sage, this music competition seems to have become a competition of internal strength. Who do you think has the greatest chance of winning?"
Zhang Wanlin looked at the stage carefully and thought: "From what I see, Young Master Tianming Hai Youqian and Young Master Baihu have the best chance of winning."
"Why?" Xue Yang and Wu Sanwen both looked confused.
"There is no doubt that Chessou has the highest internal strength. But his personality is not calm enough, and he plays sound waves randomly. It doesn't look like he is playing the piano, but like he is fighting. And he seems to have forgotten the rules of the game. It is not that he puts the other three He can win as soon as he gets out of the ring, and the recognition of the people is the key to victory. His tone is obviously not flattering in the later period."
"Ah! I understand. No wonder Luofan wants the people to choose the winner of the final. Even at Chessou's age, the people won't choose him to win. This rule will eliminate Chessou invisibly." Xue Yang suddenly thought.
"Perhaps Chessman also knows that he can't win, so he deliberately wants to cause trouble." Li Benxin also had some understanding.
"It makes sense. No wonder he has changed his mind. Last night he had a feud with the Sima family. It seems that Sima Yuliang is going to be defeated by him. Only Sima Yuliang's internal strength is slightly weaker in the field, while Young Master Tianming's strength is still the same. It’s unfathomable. Master White Tiger has the blessing of the divine musical instrument and knows how to change randomly, so it should be difficult for him to lose. Either Mr. Destiny will win this game, or Mr. White Tiger will win." Zhang Wanlin confirmed his idea again.
On the field, the chess master poured out the piano music crazily, and the other three people all received it safely. As soon as the music played, the chess old man raised his head and laughed loudly: "Not bad, not bad. If you can block my chess old man's attacks, you are worthy of being my opponent. Then look at my second move, Tiangang Wave Tune!"
With a sound of "Cang Rang", the chess old man suddenly pulled the strings back and forth with both hands. Hundreds of Gang Qi suddenly condensed into a semi-circular blade, killing the three people without any cover! After the blade flew out, it split from hundreds to thousands, and then to tens of thousands in the blink of an eye, like overlapping seas, turbulently covering the entire arena.
Mr. Destiny was still sitting firmly, and suddenly he plucked the strings violently, his fingers swinging on the surface of the piano like a phantom, and the sound of the pines turned into a waterfall, crushing the opponent's killer moves layer by layer. Sima Yu could not block the powerful attack from the chess man, so he immediately stepped on the ground and flew up to avoid it. Soaring in the air with extraordinary lightness, he continued to play the jade flute. Mr. Baihu, on the other hand, forcibly played the Tiandou Qin, and saw that sound waves of seven colors suddenly magically appeared on the surface of the Qin, transforming into a colorful shield that blocked all the opponent's attacks.
"The third move, colorful stars!"
Seeing that the three opponents could still block it, the chess old man shouted again, and suddenly plucked the strings wildly with both hands. The sound was like thunder and lightning falling from the sky, exploding in everyone's ears, and even the surface of the piano was plucked and burst into flames. The people in the audience covered their ears tightly, feeling as if the sky was spinning and the earth was falling. And they were both scared and reluctant to leave for fear of missing the wonderful scene.
The randomly blasting piano music no longer has the melodious melodiousness, but more like the cold, chilling, and unstoppable flow of swords. The direction in which the sound wave was rushing towards was Sima Yuliang in mid-air. Sima Yuliang was slow in mid-air and could not avoid such powerful attacks. He hurriedly flew behind Mr. White Tiger, trying to use the colorful shield behind him to escape for a while.
Mr. Baihu saw Sima Yuliang getting around his back, and the chess old man on the opposite side came to attack him again. Immediately play the Tiandou Qin angrily! There was a sudden crack in the sky, and seven-colored divine beasts seemed to rush out of the Tiandou Qin. The wild violent sound, carrying a terrifying aura, directly lifted Sima Yuliang behind him dozens of steps and fell to the ground, and the chess master's piano table opposite was also shattered into pieces.
The chess old man hugged the guqin in astonishment and flew back quickly. At this moment, Young Master Tianming immediately played the pipa music wildly, and the sound waves like a storm immediately attacked the chess player. The old chess player hurriedly retreated step by step, holding the qintai in his arms. Seeing this, Young Master Baihu attacked from the opposite side at the same time. The sound waves emitted by the Tiandou Qin were like the roar of a monster, and the roars were so shocking that half of the arena collapsed. Faced with the siege of the two masters, Chesou finally had no room to fight and retreated and fell into the ring.
"Damn, two against one, shameless!" The chess old man fell to the ground, holding his guqin and yelling.
In this way, only Young Master Tianming and Young Master Baihu were left in the arena. The two of them sat firmly on the high platform, seeming to have a clear understanding of each other, and they completely absorbed the sound waves of the attack. Play the sweet tones and listen to the waves in the pine forest and the chirping of birds. A mountain is thick and the water is long, and the clear currents are turbulent. Danglang, like a folk song loud and clear. Come gurgling, the clear stream is melodious. From the beautiful music played by the two, it was like a breeze blowing away the smoke and dust of the previous fight, and like a warm sun dispersing everyone's fatigue.
The people released their hands covering their ears, and their faces were filled with joyful smiles. This kind of music is decent.
Soon after the song ended, the two stood up at the same time, each holding his hands in front of him and saluting: "Show your ugliness! Show your ugliness."
"Young Master White Tiger! Young Master Destiny! Young Master White Tiger, Young Master Destiny! Young Master White Tiger! Young Master Destiny!..."
The people in the audience screamed at the same time, shouting their names constantly, as if they regarded them as idols.
Zhao Xue jumped up and down excitedly and shouted: "Mr. White Tiger, Mr. Destiny! Mr. White Tiger, Mr. Destiny!"
Everyone on the side looked at it funny, Ye Tan smiled and said: "Second sister, do you support Mr. White Tiger or Mr. Destiny?"
"I can't support them all. If I were Wu Jiuzhen, I would want both." Zhao Xue joked forgetfully.
"It looks like there's going to be a playoff. This Luofan is really an all-rounder. Is there anything in this world that he can't do? Who is his master? How did he teach him so many skills? I'm so tired from learning even one swordsmanship. Half dead, I would never have thought that he was proficient in all martial arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." He Mingming looked on with envy and admiration.
"You call him a genius, but you call him an ordinary person. How can you compare? Our Yuran is also a genius, but unfortunately he doesn't know martial arts. Otherwise, she would definitely be a famous fairy in the world. Hehe." Zhao Xue hugged Xue Yuran and said happily.
Seeing this result, Sima Yue turned pale with anger. If the chess master hadn't deliberately fought for the right match just now, Sima Yuliang might not have lost just now. Nowadays, choosing a son-in-law is a waste of time. If Mr. Destiny wins in a while, that would be a good thing. But if Luofan wins, it will be a threat to everyone.
Wu Sanwen and the other four also looked at each other in shock, never expecting that it would be them two who won in the end.
Seeing the people shouting their names loudly, Li Benxin turned his head and asked the three of them: "It seems like the people's voices are the same. So, how can we tell who is the winner?"
"It's true that we can't tell the difference between winning and losing. The way I see it, let Wu Jiuzhen choose one of these two people. Or, we can add another question." Xue Yang suggested.
"Good idea." The other three people also agreed.
However, they did not wait until they sent someone to ask. The maid Hua Yang had already run out and brought the questions for the extra round and handed them to Wu Sanwen. The four of them read the question, nodded again, and then walked onto the stage together to preside over the final round.
Standing on the ring, Wu Sanwen looked at the cheering people below the ring, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you all fellow countrymen and heroes for coming to support me. Now, Mr. Destiny and Mr. Baihu have been selected together. The little girl will compete again. This question will be announced by me personally. Before the competition, please bring up the tools to be used."
Wu Sanwen waved his hand, and the servant moved two huge wooden boards, with two pieces of white paper several feet long and wide hung on them. There are also two square tables with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on them. On the side, there was a servant standing with a gong in his hand.
Seeing these objects, the audience in the audience also began to guess that there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and most likely they were for essay and calligraphy competitions. Let the two players stand in front of the blank paper, and then Wu Sanwen announced the rules of the game.
"Please listen carefully, young heroes. This question will test your literary talent and learning. The question is very simple. After a while, within a hundred times of the gong ringing, you have to write a couplet of hundred blessings. The number of words in this couplet is There is no limit, there is no limit to the rhyme, but it must contain one hundred words of blessing. Whoever writes the most neatly and has the best literary talent will be my martial arts son-in-law. And this question will be judged by the four of us together."
"Hundred blessings couplet! One hundred blessing characters? Moreover, it has to be written within a hundred tones. This time is too short. Even if you copy it, you may not be able to make it in time. Wu Jiuzhen's question is really difficult."
The people were stunned again and began to discuss.
