The atmosphere of the banquet changed inadvertently and became a bit sharp, but this change was caused by a young man.
The young man showed great talent in piano music, which attracted the appreciation of the master. He twice asked to accept him as a disciple, but was rejected both times. The majesty of Wangyue City's number one piano master was challenged like never before.
Now, everyone is waiting for what will happen next. How does Master Zong plan to treat this young man?
Should he give up calmly, or be angry and punish him?
Xiao Muyang looked directly into Master Zong's eyes, his expression extremely calm, as if he had a clear conscience.
He was just telling the truth and did not deliberately want to offend Zong Lingfeng. Moreover, he had politely refused once before. Zong Lingfeng did not give up. He had no choice but to say that he had a teacher. If not, Zong Lingfeng would Ling Feng is afraid that he still won't give up. If he refuses then, the result will only be worse.
Therefore, he was forced to have no choice but to let things develop to the current point.
If Fanzong Lingfeng wasn't so persistent, he wouldn't have said what he just said.
At this time, many people looked at Zong Lingfeng at the front of the banquet, and saw that his face had returned to normal, but his eyes were still cold. He looked at Xiao Muyang and said indifferently: "Since you already have a teacher, I won't force it. Okay, take back what you just said."
"Master Zong is so magnanimous!" Everyone praised in their hearts when they heard this, with surprise in their eyes.
A dignified grandmaster and a strong man in the Tiangang Realm, he was rejected twice by a junior in public, but he did not get angry and accuse the other party, but responded calmly. Such a broad mind is really admirable.
In comparison, what the young man did was too impudent and rude.
"Thank you, Master." Xiao Muyang bowed to Zong Lingfeng and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, the matter was not at its worst yet. Zong Lingfeng did not argue with one of his juniors, and the matter was over.
Then he turned around and walked towards the crowd.
"Wait!"
At this moment, a very unfriendly voice came from behind, causing Xiao Muyang to frown and his mood suddenly became bad.
I was stopped once before, now again?
Turning around, he saw a young man from Huangshan looking at him with cold eyes. Xiao Muyang's expression condensed. This man was a disciple of Zong Lingfeng and had played a song not long ago.
Although he was in a bad mood at this time, he still suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the man in a calm tone and asked: "What's the matter, Your Excellency?"
"You just said that you already have a teacher, and therefore you refused to become my teacher. My teacher is magnanimous and will not care about you, a junior. However, as a disciple, I have to care about you." The young man was heard proudly. He spoke with a sense of pride in his tone.
Everyone looked at the Huangshan young man, their hearts trembling slightly, and they vaguely understood his intention.
As a master, Master Zong would lose his status if he did anything to a junior figure. Moreover, today was Linghu Qingyue's coming-of-age ceremony. As a guest, he naturally had to take Linghu Villa's face into consideration.
But if it were his disciples who came forward, the meaning would be completely different.
The teacher's majesty is challenged, and the disciples naturally have reasons to take action. Moreover, the competition between the juniors will make this banquet more interesting, and Linghu Villa will naturally not blame it.
Xiao Muyang stared at the Huangshan young man in front of him, with a deep meaning in his eyes.
He naturally saw what the other party was thinking. This person wanted to teach him a lesson to prove that he did not join Zong Lingfeng's disciples because he did not know what was good and what was wrong. It had nothing to do with Zong Lingfeng.
"Master Zong is the number one piano master in Wangyue City. I admire him very much, and I don't mean any blasphemy. The reason why I don't join the master's sect has been mentioned just now. It is my personal insistence and has nothing to do with Master Zong." Xiao Muyang looked at the young man Huang Shan and said, admitting that not becoming a disciple was his own problem and had nothing to do with Zong Lingfeng.
And the reason why he said this was naturally because he didn't want to make the matter worse, lest it end badly.
After Huang Shan young man heard Xiao Muyang's words, he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth. Wasn't he very arrogant just now? Now he is afraid and is willing to admit that it is his fault.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
"No matter what you think in your heart, prove it with facts. You and I will play a song at the same time. Once we finish playing, it will be over." The young man from Huang Shan said calmly: "If you don't want to, then tell my teacher in public If you kowtow three times, I can ignore this matter."
His calm words revealed an unparalleled sense of dominance.
"This..." The vast crowd was trembling inwardly, and there was a sharp edge shining in the eyes of the young man from Huangshan. This young man was so proud that he obviously did not intend to let that young man off easily.
He only gave the other party two ways, either to play piano with him or to kowtow to the master. No matter which one he chose, he would definitely suffer great humiliation.
"This person's name is Mo Hao, and he is a well-known disciple of Master Zong. Not only does he have outstanding talent in Qin Dao, he is also talented in martial arts. At the age of twenty, he has reached the eighth realm of spiritual wheel cultivation. In a few years, It is expected that he will step into heaven in the next year." Someone in the crowd introduced him, obviously very familiar with the Huangshan youth.
In front of the banquet, Zong Lingfeng looked at everything in front of him calmly, without saying a word, just like a bystander, obviously acquiescing to Mo Hao's actions.
Linghu Feng also remained silent at this moment. Although Mo Hao's behavior was a bit arrogant, it was also reasonable. After all, the young man's previous behavior was indeed excessive, and there was nothing wrong with giving him a lesson.
In one direction of the crowd, Cai'er's face looked particularly pale. She didn't expect that things would turn out like this. Her words would actually put Brother Mu Yang into such an embarrassing situation.
If she had known this, she would never have spoken.
"After all, something happened." He Jingyuan sighed. It was originally an excellent thing, but Xiao Muyang refused to compromise and caused trouble for himself. Now it is impossible for him to escape unscathed.
At this moment, countless people looked at Xiao Muyang, secretly guessing in their hearts, which one would he choose?
Although both options are humiliating, in comparison, losing at Mo Hao's hands is better than kowtow in public.
Staring at Mo Hao's figure, Xiao Muyang's eyes gradually became colder, and there was anger burning in his heart.
He had retreated again and again, but the opponent kept pressing forward step by step, and even asked him to kowtow to Zong Lingfeng in public. Was this because he was easy to bully?
Since giving in couldn't solve the problem, he had no choice but to face the difficulty!
"Are you sure you want to play piano with me?" A voice came from Xiao Muyang's mouth, and his tone was so calm and gentle, as if he was just saying an ordinary sentence.
Mo Hao's eyes froze for a moment, and he looked at Xiao Muyang in astonishment.
Is this guy crazy?
She actually spoke to him in this tone, maybe she had forgotten who she was.
"Of course I'm sure." Mo Hao responded, and then said with a very proud face: "Don't waste time, let's start now."
"Okay." Xiao Muyang nodded lightly. Since this person is so eager, he will do it.
Then Xiao Muyang sat cross-legged, looked at Mo Hao, and asked, "Can we start?"
At this moment, Mo Hao was also ready. His face darkened a bit when he heard Xiao Muyang's voice. Is he so arrogant? I’ll let you know what the gap is later.
Without saying any more nonsense, Mo Hao touched the strings with his ten fingers, and an impetuous sound roared out like a torrential river. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth flew freely, as if it turned into a long river of spiritual energy, oppressing the space, making many people feel like they were breathing. It became a bit more difficult.
"Qinyin Spiritual Technique!" Many people's eyes flashed, Mo Hao actually directly used Qinyin Spiritual Technique. This was no longer a simple contest of Qin Dao attainments, but fighting with Qinyin.
"Mo Hao is in the eighth level of the Spiritual Wheel, and the young man is in the sixth level of the Spiritual Wheel. They are only two levels apart in terms of cultivation. In addition, Mo Hao is a disciple of Master Zong, so there is no suspense in this battle." Someone said. , before the confrontation officially started, he had already predicted the final result.
The crowd nearby also nodded, and the result was indeed clear. If nothing unexpected happened, Mo Hao crushed the young man.
"You refuse to be my teacher's disciple, today I will let you experience what the Qinyin spiritual art is!" A loud voice came out, and it was Mo Hao who naturally spoke. His eyes were extremely sharp, and his ten fingers played out, and the space The river of spiritual energy in his body suddenly roared in the direction of Xiao Muyang, as if it was about to bury his body in the river.
Xiao Muyang looked down at the Changqin, with a hint of indifference on his handsome profile. The sound of the rolling river came to his ears. His fingers casually crossed the strings, and an astonishing sword intent burst out from the sound of the piano. Shooting towards the long river of spiritual energy.
The moment the sword intention came into contact with the river of spiritual energy, a popping sound was heard. The river of spiritual energy split into two from the middle and was cut open by the sword intention.
"This..." The crowd's eyes suddenly froze in the air, their eyes wide open, thinking they had seen it wrong.
Mo Hao's attack was actually broken by the young man. The result was completely different from what they had expected. It was simply too shocking.
However, this was just the beginning. Xiao Muyang's ten fingers were flying, the strings were vibrating, and rays of light bloomed on the long harp. It was extremely bright and dazzling. Thousands of notes stabbed out like sharp swords, as if they were wrapped in a wave of energy. The overwhelming momentum swept through this space.
At this moment, Mo Hao's face turned as pale as paper, and his hands on the strings were shaking uncontrollably. He only felt that he was in a world of terrifying sword energy, with countless sword energy roaring and raging in his ears, exuding sharp And the cold breath made him have no intention of playing at all.
Mo Hao couldn't help but raise his head and look forward. He saw the young man in white playing the piano with a calm expression. This scene made Mo Hao's heart twitch violently, and his eyes were filled with extremely shocked expression.
This is impossible. How could such a terrible piano sound come from this person?
Not only Mo Hao, but also many people finally realized something.
The expressions of Linghu Qingyue, those fellow disciples, and Zong Lingfeng, who was sitting at the front of the banquet, all changed drastically.
That young man is not as simple as he seems.
"Buzz." A buzzing sound came out, like a sword whistling in the air, directly covering the sound of Mo Hao's piano. A terrifying force of swordsmanship broke out from Xiao Muyang's piano music, and fiercely bombarded Mo Hao. Hao's body.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood burst out from Mo Hao's mouth, and his body flew directly from the ground to the sky like a rootless duckweed.
The crowd couldn't help but feel nervous when they saw the figure flying into the sky, and then they saw the figure falling quickly, hitting the ground with a bang, as if mixed with a crisp sound of cracking bones, and I don't know how many bones were broken!
