Mengge's eyes widened: "Yan Qi, are you serious?"
Yan Qi blinked: "Is it fun to tease you?"
Meng Ge was so excited, as if he was on the verge of drowning, he grabbed a life-saving straw and jumped up: "Yan Qi, this is what you said. When I win, don't regret it."
Yan Qi was calm and composed: "Is it interesting to regret? I'm afraid that even if I give you a chance, you won't be of any use. Stop gossiping and start dismantling the Luban Lock."
"No!"
Chen Qiao became anxious and winked at Yan Qi: "Mr. Yan, since you can pass the exam, why bother yourself anymore? I don't think it's necessary to go to such trouble. Passing the exam is the most important thing."
Yan Qi smiled slightly and insisted: "Everything is fine, why not give Mengge a little hope? People come all the way from Turks to participate in the competition. This 'sincerity' heart, hehe, it is not easy, we Dahua I have always been hospitable, so let Mengge use his remaining energy."
"this……"
Chen Qiao was confused.
Yan Qi spoke so gently, with a sympathetic tone to Meng Ge?
This is so strange.
Just now, didn't Yan Qi give Meng Ge a bad blow?
I can't understand it, I really can't understand it.
An Qing's charming face was covered with a layer of hesitation, and her beautiful eyes blinked as she looked at Yan Qi, seemingly resentful.
Yan Qi deliberately did not look at An Qing and meet her charming eyes.
"snort!"
An Qing raised her red lips, stamped her little feet, twisted her plump hips, and sat back down, secretly sulking at Yan Qi.
The talented people also talked about it.
"Master Yan, what do you mean by this?"
"That's right. It's obviously a win-win situation, but yet you are given the chance again and again. What's the mystery behind this?"
"Master Yan is playing with fire, aren't you afraid of missing something? Oh, I'm really worried about him."
Jie Sanjia was afraid that everyone would make random comments, so Yan Qi changed his mind and ran over, shouting at the talented people.
"What do you know? You are talking nonsense, what is the attitude of a scholar? Shut up! Yan Qi's words and spilled water, how can he take it back? You don't need to worry about it. Shut up, it's all shut up."
Yan Qi smiled disdainfully: "Don't worry, Xie Jieyuan! Do you think that I am like you, wearing the cloak of a scholar, but in my heart I am a dishonest hooligan? Let me tell you, I gave Mengge an hour, absolutely It won’t change, you tapeworm, just shut up.”
"you……"
Xie Sanjia's stomach was bulging with anger, but he didn't dare to say anything anymore, so as not to disturb Meng Ge.
actually.
Xie Sanjia didn't understand why Yan Qi was playing with fire so much.
What good does this do to Yan Qi?
No matter what Jie Sanjia thought, he couldn't figure out the secret.
However, this is an opportunity after all.
As long as you fight hard and find the last seesaw within an hour, you will win the game.
Meng Ge had hope, so he naturally did not dare to neglect, and started to search for the last mechanism with great effort.
With all his concentration, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Mengge's forehead.
In a blink of an eye, the time for two sticks of incense passed.
Mengge entered a state of selflessness.
Disassembling the Luban lock is time-consuming, laborious, and mentally draining.
People who practice martial arts enter a state of selflessness and their skills greatly increase.
Naturally, it enters the big and small Zhoutian and circulates and cultivates.
In this way, you can replenish your physical strength when your mind is exhausted.
At this juncture, it is equivalent to practicing meditation.
What are you most afraid of?
Most afraid of being disturbed.
Once disturbed, it is extremely easy to go crazy.
Meng Ge also brought several bodyguards.
These bodyguards surrounded Mengge, fearing that someone would harass Mengge.
Yan Qi saw that Meng Ge was engrossed in his work and sweat appeared on his forehead, and he praised him: "Oh, you are really attentive and admirable."
He turned in a circle, turned all the tea bowls on the table upside down, grabbed a small spoon, and said with a smile on his face: "I have nothing to do and am bored, how about singing a song to soothe my mind?"
Dang, Dang, Dang!
He swung his spoon and tapped it on a dozen tea bowls.
In my ears, a crisp music sounded.
The beauties heard this and were filled with admiration.
"Master Yan is so talented. He can play beautiful melodies with just a few tea bowls."
"Master Yan, are you playing music for me? I'm so happy."
"You nymphomaniac, Mr. Yan is not playing music for you. You are ugly and have a flat chest. How can you be favored by Mr. Yan?"
"It's just you, you're as short as three inches tall."
…
Yan Qi began to play soothing and gentle music.
Gradually, it became urgent.
The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The rhythm is high, exciting and exciting.
It's like an ambush from all sides, mixed with thousands of horses galloping.
Everyone's hearts jumped when they heard the tense rhythm.
The most terrible thing is fierce grid.
He was engrossed in thinking about dismantling the Luban Lock, and his mind was moving very quickly.
Subtly, he was affected by Yan Qi's percussion music.
The rhythm of Mengge's mind became extremely fast.
There is a deviation in the movement of the big and small Zhoutian, following the rhythm of Yan Qi, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Mengge entered a state of selflessness and devoted himself to studying Luban Suo. He was suddenly unaware of the problems in the operation of the big and small heavens.
Gradually.
Mengge was breathing rapidly, his face was red, and his eyes were straight.
His body was covered in sweat, as if he had been soaked in water.
The bodyguards saw this and became suspicious, so they wanted to inform Meng Ge.
Jie Sanjia quickly stopped him: "Don't disturb Meng Ge, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted. He is thinking about dismantling the Luban Lock, can't you see it?"
Those bodyguards knew that the matter was serious and did not dare to disturb him. They just watched the trembling Meng Ge.
Yan Qi plays music faster and faster, jingling and ringing, and it sounds sweet to the ear.
Everyone spontaneously shouted "Hello".
The big and small Zhou Tian gradually went astray. Zhou Tian moved like flying, and his spirit could not keep up with Zhou Tian's speed.
Hallucinations appeared in my mind.
In the fantasy, the Luban Lock has been unlocked, and the Turkic army is swarming in all directions, plundering the food, gold and silver of the people of China.
While laughing loudly, he killed countless people.
He was laughing hysterically, his expression was ferocious, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were red, straight and lifeless.
Several bodyguards were anxious and wanted to stop him.
Jie Sanjia yelled: "Don't disturb Meng Ge."
The bodyguard knew that Meng Ge's luck had gone astray, so he would listen to Jie Sanjia and go to wake Meng Ge up.
Yan Qi's eyes were cold.
Raise your hands.
The clouds and rain from Wushan Mountain rise and spray towards the tea bowl.
Bang bang bang!
The tea bowls exploded one by one, and the sound of the explosion resounded in my ears.
The crowd applauded loudly.
"Very good."
"The last burst was like an Easter egg, reaching a climax."
"He is truly a master of music."
…
The applause lasted for a long time, and the cheers came one after another.
"Master Mengge, Master Mengge, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?" A group of people shouted.
Everyone followed the sound.
I saw Mengge's strong body, leaning against the pillar, slowly falling down...
