Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 352 The Terrifying Wang Jinghe

Wang Jinghe followed him and walked slowly into the venue. Yuan Lang had already become impatient. When he saw a young man in his twenties holding an unknown zither, Yuan Lang was furious:

"Ah! Why is it a little kid? Where is Yuan Hong? Where is Yuan Hong? Tell him to come down!"

This sentence completely exposed the fact that they had already figured out Qin Feng's details.

Everyone on the Great Wall looked at Qin Feng, and Tian Shanlin's hoarse voice began again:

"Oh my! Master Qin Feng is truly amazing! It's just as you expected!"

Everyone laughed!

Wang Jinghe is a slow-tempered person to begin with, and after being influenced by Qin Huahua's daily talk of killing people, Wang Jinghe can completely say that he can remain calm even if the sky falls and the earth collapses!

Wang Jinghe looked at Yuan Lang and slowly bowed:

"Eighth-level Saint Cultivator Wang Jinghe greets Second-in-command Yuan Lang! Second-in-command, don't be anxious. I will play a song for you to calm your restless heart!"

Fuck you!

These words made Yuan Lang suddenly furious.

Before Yuan Lang could start cursing, Wang Jinghe bent his knees slightly and hugged Jiuge in his arms. He didn't care whether Yuan Lang liked it or not, and just started singing.

"The emperor's son descended on the northern bank, his eyes were dim and worried about me. The autumn wind was blowing, the waves of Dongting Lake were rippling, and the leaves were falling..."

The first of the Nine Songs is Lady Xiang. The lyrics are filled with melancholy, hope, leisure and yearning!

Listening to the clear, pleasant and melodious sound of the piano, Yuanlang's heat in his heart suddenly calmed down.

The more I listen to this old thing, the more I become fascinated by it. The more I listen to it, the more I love it. It sounds good, really good!

Nonsense, he hasn't heard any of the songs. It's really pleasing to the ears to listen to them once in a while!

But as he was listening, there was a "clang" sound, and the big stick in his hand actually fell to the ground, causing everyone to laugh.

Yuan Lang immediately raised his head and saw Wang Jinghe still singing intently with his eyes narrowed. He immediately became furious:

"Oh my little kid, you're trying to make fun of me. Are you looking for death?"

Yuan Lang shouted, and at the same time, he exerted force on his feet, raised the stick and smashed it towards the motionless Wang Jinghe.

"Hey! Something's wrong!"

Yuan Lang raised a big stick and rushed towards Wang Jinghe to hit him on the head, but he found that his movements seemed to be much slower.

Feeling something was wrong, he discovered that in the air within a radius of tens of meters, there were golden threads that were hard to see with the naked eye. Although the threads were soft, they were very tough. Wherever the stick went, they were blocked by the threads. His movements were also entangled by the threads, becoming heavily hindered.

The silk thread did not harden against anything it touched, but went with the flow, making Yuen Long feel like he was stepping into mud or hitting cotton.

When the big stick slowly came to Wang Jinghe's head, Wang Jinghe was still immersed in singing and playing the guitar, but his body was lifted up by several strands of golden silk threads and slid to the side.

Yuan Lang was furious and turned around and yelled to chase Wang Jinghe again!

"Ding!!!!!"

The style of the song is one of Nine Songs, "Yun Zhongjun"!

"Bathing in orchid water, bathing in fragrance, wearing gorgeous clothes like a hero. The spirit is curled up and stays, shining brightly and endlessly..."

The sound of the piano, in line with the singing, turns to the yearning for becoming a god, giving people a beautiful vision of their future.

Yuanlang had no time to appreciate the lyrics and music at the moment. He kept scratching his head, trying to make himself forget the pleasant piano music that had lingered in his ears for three days.

"what!!!!"

Yuan Lang continued to chase Wang Jinghe while shouting, but he did not notice that the golden threads in the air had begun to twist.

As he was chased and beaten like this, Wang Jinghe's movements slowed down, but every time Yuan Lang's big stick fell, it would always brush past Wang Jinghe's body and fall beside him.

After a whole incense stick of time, Yuan Lang was already furious. In such a gentle singing and playing, Yuan Lang's heart was no longer calm, and his temper began to become violent.

After more than ten breaths, Yuan Lang was already thirsty and unable to bear it any longer. The soft singing and playing sounded like adding fuel to the fire, making it even more difficult for him to control himself.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed suddenly:

One of the Nine Songs is about national mourning!

"The heavens are angry and the gods are furious, killing everyone and abandoning the wilderness. No one can go out or come back, the plains are suddenly far away..."

The lyrics and music are jingling, the tempo becomes anxious, the yin and yang are ups and downs, sonorous and powerful.

This sudden change in singing and playing was like a huge rock suddenly pressing down on Yuan Lang's heart. Yuan Lang, who was already impatient, was further stimulated by this rapid singing and playing. In Yuan Lang's heart, it was like a sudden eruption of a volcano:

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yuan Lang felt his heart beating rapidly out of his control. The blood in his body surged, and his entire body turned red as blood.

Looking again, the seemingly soft golden threads in the air suddenly became straight and swarmed towards Yuan Lang, whose whole body was already red.

Ding!!!!!!

As a melodious and pleasant sound of the piano fell, Wang Jinghe's body floated backwards. Then he held the piano in his hands and opened his eyes, still with a calm expression.

Yuen Long stood there in a strange posture, not moving at all.

The field suddenly became quiet. The two men seemed to have stood still, neither of them moving.

Yuan Lang stared at Wang Jinghe with eyes wide open, and said only four words:

"you are great!"

As soon as the words fell, a muffled sound was heard:

"boom!"

Yuan Lang exploded instantly, leaving a pile of bloody and flesh residue on the field. The largest of these residues was no bigger than a small fist.

A ball of meat paste?

"oh!!!!!!!"

The scene was in an uproar, with countless people exclaiming at each other!

This Wang Jinghe is so scary, so scary that even Wang Baoqing doesn't want to fight him.

On the Great Wall, except for Qin Feng who was smiling slightly, the old guys around him were all praising and praising Wang Jinghe.

But Yuan Ba ​​fainted from the pain in the opposite stands. Yuan Ba ​​was so angry that he gritted his teeth and vowed to kill Wang Jinghe to vent his anger, but was held back by the people around him.

Wang Jinghe walked up to the Great Wall calmly and bowed deeply in front of Qin Feng:

"Master, I will fulfill my mission!"

Qin Feng also smiled:

"Good boy, very good!"

Even if other people praised him to death, Qin Feng's words would not make him happier.

Because in his heart, only his family can make his heart beat, others? They are just petty villains!

Returning to the young people next to him, Qin Qi and others surrounded him. The little ones were talking and laughing. Only then did Wang Jinghe become as happy as a child.

"Fool, fool! My second brother, I will definitely avenge you."

Seeing that Yuan Ba ​​was still furious, Bai Baoshan stepped forward and said:

"Captain Yuan Ba, now is not the time to cry. If we lose four more games, everything will be over! Who can fight now?"

Yuan Ba ​​hadn't recovered yet, which made Donghuang Jieyang beside him anxious. Donghuang Jieyang stood up and said:

"My second brother is the strongest among the eighth-level Saint Cultivators right now. Let him go!"

After hearing this, Bai Baoshan laughed in his heart and said, "Hehe! My second brother Bai Baolin is the strongest at level eight. But if you want to go, then go ahead!"

Thinking of this, Bai Baoshan nodded:

"Yeah! He's the only one!"

Seeing Bai Baoshan nod, Donghuang Jieyang shouted behind him:

"Long Yang, you go!"

Donghuang Longyang thought to himself, "Brother, they still have Bai Baolin, what do you mean by selling me out?"

Although he thought about it, Donghuang Longyang did not dare to disobey and hurried out to bow and agree.

Donghuang Longyang calmed himself down. He had seen all the previous losses, especially the battle with Wang Jinghe. He felt a little unsure.

After jumping off the stands and onto the field, Yuan Ba ​​finally reacted. He looked at Bai Baoshan and thought to himself, this old fox, even at this point, he still couldn't bear to part with his own brother!

He was helpless. Who made him not react just now?