C370 I will hand in the white paper for the war of notes!

"Aiya, this Yun Yingluo looks like the jade of a little family, but her strength is actually higher than the main streamer's?" Qing Min asked in surprise.

"Yeah, but I'm fine with that." Zhang Dongcheng laughed indifferently.

Yun Yingluo did not dare to look at Zhang Dongcheng anymore. She lowered her head, tidied up her emotions that were like a little deer running around, took off her snow-white flute, took a few deep breaths, and then asked: "Everyone, it's about to start."

The thousands of warriors held their breaths and listened quietly.

A sound of a flute that sounded as if it was crying suddenly sounded out, changing the place where the lantern light shone into the world.

With a loud crash, everyone felt as if they had arrived in another world.

's perception was superb, he was actually able to bring out the entire first style, the bustling human realm's Dong Feng Yi. This was something that even Notre Dame de Linlang at her age wouldn't be able to do.

Of course, Yun Yingluo did not fight nor attack, she naturally did not carry any elemental energy, but this tune was not something that ordinary people could handle.

In front of everyone's eyes, it was as if thousands of flowers were blooming. Smoke and flames were everywhere, as if there were people everywhere. It was the feeling of a game being played in the mortal world.

Xiao Yin had only taken half a breath before someone spat out a mouthful of blood. The bustling scene in front of him disappeared, and his face was like golden paper. His aura roamed about, and he collapsed dispiritedly onto the ground.

Immediately, a few disciples from the Linlang Holy Land rushed over and carried him out to the competition grounds. They poured medicinal pills into his mouth, causing him to wake up slowly.

"The powerful Holy Maiden didn't use any elemental energy, but this tune was unstoppable, like the might of the heavens. I'm a four-star wargod, but I can't take it!" Someone woke up and said with a face full of shame.

The surrounding crowd were all stunned. This flute sound that did not use any soul force was actually this fierce, if Yun Yingluo used it at full power, how terrifying would it be?!

The sound of the flute dissipated and rapidly changed. The bright moon was drawn to the west as many martial artists sat in the arena, struggling with expressions of extreme pain on their faces.

Many people suddenly lost consciousness and were dragged out of the arena.

Sun Danchi opened his eyes wide, looking worriedly at Zhang Dongcheng, but seeing that he was listening with his eyes closed, her face full of smiles, and even hitting her hands on the beat, he felt at ease and relaxed.

Jiang Xiaoyan also clenched her fists tightly. Although Yin Yunyi's words made her feel more at ease, she still looked at Zhang Dongcheng nervously.

The intoxicating sound of the flute was like a magnificent scenery, joyous laughter echoing without end. This incomparably sweet sound actually caused all of the martial artists on the martial field to explode with blue veins!

"Pu pu pu!"

More than a dozen warriors suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground unconscious. Linlang Holy Land disciples hurriedly rushed over and carried their hands and feet out of the arena.

In less than half an incense stick of time, over a thousand martial artists had gone, only leaving behind 17 or 18 martial artists.

Zhang Dongcheng was elated and at the same time, the Young Villa Master of the Thousand Sword Villa, Wan Jianguiyun, was also indifferent.

The sound of the flute was faint as it spiraled away. There was a beautiful woman that smiled back at him before slowly disappearing.

As soon as the song ended, the other martial artists all paled. They were all glad that they had withstood the music when they heard a clear whistle.

"This song by the Baroque Holy Maiden is so beautiful, it is breathtaking. It is so powerful even without any elemental energy, it can even make thousands of warriors cough up blood and fight on the spot!" This was truly a feast for the ears and for the eyes! I really want to hear it again! "

Everyone turned to look, only to see Wan Jianguiyun's face flying high in the air, as if he wanted to say more, and savor the aftertaste of his words.

Listen again?

The faces of the more than ten warriors who had endured with great difficulty turned green with fear, afraid that Yun Yingluo would repeat again if she was happy. Then, no one would dare to compare to Wan Jianguiyun in the entire match.

Wait, there seems to be another one.

Zhang Dongcheng also smiled and nodded, as if he agreed with Wan Jianguiyun's suggestion.

Damn, this kid is this strong?

Linlang Holy Land's Feng Qi Tian Qi was so strong that thousands of warriors spat blood and admitted defeat. This brat was actually fine at all …

"Just listening to the zither music from the wind does not pass. Please write down my melody. What kind of state is this? Those who conform to it can pass it, and those who fail are those who fail."

Yun Yingluo could not help but look at Zhang Dongcheng and say this softly. She did not know what had happened either, and although she had clearly told himself not to look, his gaze had unconsciously ran to Zhang Dongcheng's face, as if his sword-like eyebrows and eyes were enough to cause his to stare foolishly for a long time.

The dozen or so warriors wrote down their understandings on the white paper in front of them and passed them to Yun Yingluo.

Wan Jianguiyun also quickly wrote and before long, he finished writing. He turned around and saw that Zhang Dongcheng was there calmly, but he did not write a word.

"Haha, I guess it's because it's focused on resisting the might of the Soaring Wind verses, but it's not listening to this tune at all, right? Master Zhang, you are really terrible. " Wan Jianguiyun sneered again and again, extremely excited.

In his hand was a dozen or so white papers with answers written on them. Yun Yingluo waited for a long time, but seeing that Zhang Dongcheng did not pass him the questions, he could not help but look over.

Zhang Dongcheng's face was filled with indifference, as if he was not being called out to at all. Yun Yingluo's heart sunk, feeling a burst of pain.

You were able to get the first place in the Martial Competition for the green sprout, and also be able to enter the universe for Yun Ruoxi, but you're not willing to write a single word for me …

Could it be that my cultivation is low, that I am not beautiful enough, and am not fit for your eyes?

Yun Yingluo immediately became sorrowful and bitter, tears uncontrollably flowed down her face, but she said in a choked voice: "What I just played, was the first form of the zither music, the flourishing east wind. It describes the bustling scene of the world and the moving stance of the crescent moon beauty. Now, the various sect masters' answers are announced. "

When everyone heard that, those who wanted to see it felt weird, why did this Yun Yingluo suddenly sound like she was crying, what was going on?

And as for the 17 or 18 martial artists that had already given their answers, many of them were frowning. In order to resist the power of Feng Qi, all of their thoughts were focused on martial arts. How could they hear clearly?

Only five or six people smiled indifferently. Obviously, their answers were correct.

Wan Jianguiyun was even more arrogant and laughed loudly.

Yun Yingluo announced the answer, and Wan Jianguiyun wrote down a short sentence.

The bustling human world was filled with beautiful flowers, and the beautiful moonlight woman was as gentle as an immortal!

From these words, Wan Jianguiyun's answer was the most correct, and was clearly at the top of the list.

As for Zhang Dongcheng?

Was there even a need to look? Everyone could clearly see that this fellow had handed in a white scroll!