Muyan's speed of plucking the strings suddenly speeds up, and the holy hand weaves the sky to weave the sound wall again, keeping Lihong out. She said with a light smile: "I remember the rumor that your Jiuli tribe has been isolated from the world for thousands of years and has never had any contact with other monks. Since there is no intersection, how can you recognize the demon Qin at a glance? Have you ever had a grudge with the master? Does the battle of hanging Shenle gate a thousand years ago have anything to do with you? " Li Hong didn't speak yet. The thinnest old man stood up and said with a sneer: "little girl, you don't have to guess our origin. The divine musician is really powerful among you mortal monks, but I don't pay attention to the Jiuli tribe. That day, the magic Qin is the most precious treasure of our Jiuli tribe. Is it something that a mere mortal monk can touch. I advise you to hand over the demon Qin. Maybe I can give you a way to live. " Muyan couldn't help laughing, "do you think tianmoqin is the treasure of your Jiuli tribe? I'm sorry. I can't help laughing for a moment. If you call it, if it responds to you, it means it has something to do with your Jiuli tribe. How about I give it back to you? " The Jiuli emissary's look became extremely ugly for a moment“ Little girl, you are playing with us“ Are you kidding me? " Mu Yan hooked his lips, "how can it be? How can I play with the holy envoys, even though I am young and vigorous, I know how to respect the old and love the young? I'm just proposing an effective solution? " After a pause, she said clearly: "Oh, I see. You holy envoys think that the heavenly magic harp is dead, and they won't answer it even if they call? Well, that's not necessarily true. " With that, she stopped playing and put the demon Qin half a meter in front of her. With her beautiful voice like the sound of nature, youyouya said, "devil, say hello to you elders." Originally quiet on the ground, Tianmo Qin suddenly jumped up, straightened its body, and then shook it. It really looks like saying hello“ Look, isn't that a response to me? It seems that compared with being the treasure of your Jiuli tribe, tianmoqin seems more willing to admit that I am a divine musician! " It can be said that the nine people's faces were trampled on the ground at will. Li Hong was hurt by Mu Yan just now, but he was not so angry. At this time, he roared, "bitch, you want to die!" And then the whole thing came. But it's not Muyan who pours on it, but... Tianmoqin. Muyan sneers, and his body quickly retreats. Inspired by her divine sense, tianmoqin moves directly into her hands before Li Hong rushes over. It's just that I just got hold of the demon Qin. The other eight nine Li envoys have already moved. It is self-evident that the ending of nine immortals vs. one immortal. Mu Yan embarrassed to avoid the attack from the claws, body inverted fly out, hit the broken wooden bed. Li Hong was flying over her head. This time, there was no more nonsense. He grabbed her head with his paw. The reactions of the nine old men can be said to be very consistent. Kill the master musician and snatch the demon harp. Even if it may lose the inheritance of the divine musician, it is far less important than zhibaotian magic Qin. However, Li Hong thought that the little girl's head was broken and the blood splashed on the spot. A long, pale, bony hand seized his sharp claw.