Chapter 378: Talent competition

The moon hides and the stars sink, light and shadow flow.

When Yue Linglong appears again, there are faint tear stains on her cheeks, and endless loneliness and sadness in her eyes.

Yue Linglong's situation makes her master, True Person Qing Yu, very worried.

True Person Qing Yu comforts Yue Linglong while roaring at Qingfeng Zhenjun beside her.

"Qingfeng, you idiot, look at what kind of disciples and grand-disciples you have taken in. If my Linglong has any shortcomings, I won't be done with you!"

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun is full of innocence: "Senior Sister, that grand-disciple was not taken in with my consent, it was requested by Uncle-Master Zhou Baitong."

"Hmph!"

Immortal Qing Yu snorts coldly and leaves gracefully with Yue Linglong, who is still immersed in sadness and cannot extricate herself.

After Immortal Qing Yu leaves, competition host True Person Qing Quan appears on the cloud platform at the right time.

"The first match of the sect competition final, Yuheng Peak personal disciple Yue Linglong vs. Tianxu Peak True Transmission Disciple Zhang Xingyu, Zhang Xingyu wins!"

"Next, the second match of the sect competition final, Tianquan Peak personal disciple Yuan Wushang vs. Tianxu Peak inner disciple Zhang Xingyu!"

Just as True Person Qing Quan's voice falls, a clear and melodious zither sound suddenly rings in everyone's ears.

Everyone follows the sound. In the center of the field of vision, a white cloud rises slowly.

In the center of the cloud, Yuan Wushang sits cross-legged. He is dressed in plain white robes, elegant and quiet, his hands gently stroking the antique seven-stringed zither in front of him.

The breeze brushes past his sleeves, and clear sounds are born with the strings. The sound brushes the mirror in the heart, the immortal leaves without leaving a name.

"What a 'sound brushes the mirror in the heart, the immortal leaves without leaving a name', Senior Brother Yuan is worthy of being the most elegant man in our Wanfa Immortal Sect!"

"Senior Brother Yuan is so handsome! I really want to have children with him!"

"Senior Brother Yuan, I love you!"

Screams and shouts resound in all directions.

Above the cloud platform.

True Person Qing Ji smiles and looks at True Person Qing Xuan: "Junior Brother Qing Xuan, this disciple of yours is truly talented and handsome, worthy of being the number one personal disciple of our Wanfa Immortal Sect!"

True Person Qing Xuan waves his hand modestly, but his face is filled with unconcealable pride: "This disciple of mine, his appearance is still passable, and his cultivation is also passable!"

Kaiyang Peak True Person Qing Yang is full of disdain: "Looking oily and powdery, full of the smell of rouge and powder. I think it's another guy who is gold and jade on the outside but rotten on the inside!"

Yaoguang Peak True Person Qing Yun sees this and also fans the flames on the side: "Senior Brother Qing Yang is right. For male cultivators of our generation, what's the use of looking so good, it's not like we have to rely on our faces to eat soft rice?"

True Person Qing Xuan laughs at them: "Qing Yang, Qing Yun, you two idiots. Isn't it just that you are envious that I took in a good disciple with excellent aptitude? You can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. At the beginning, we let Wushang choose his master himself. Wushang chose me and didn't choose you, are you still holding a grudge until now?"

"You!" True Person Qing Yang and True Person Qing Yun are speechless.

Immortal Qing Yu, who just returned, is full of anger: "Stop arguing. Look at you one by one, do you still have the appearance of a peak master?"

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun sees that the situation is not good, and quickly comes out to persuade: "Three senior brothers, let the past be the past. Let's watch the competition first!"

The good old man True Person Qing Ji also comes out to smooth things over: "That's right, Junior Brother Sect Leader is right, we are all fellow disciples who have been through life and death together, don't hurt the harmony for a junior!"

On the cloud platform.

Zhang Xingyu touches his nose depressedly.

Grandma's bear, this guy Yuan Wushang is also too damn good at acting cool.

If he lets him finish playing this piece, and then lets him look up to the sky and sigh, "If heaven didn't give birth to me Yuan Wushang, the zither path in the world would be like a long night," then the limelight of this final would all be snatched away by him.

No, no.

He can lose in cultivation, but in momentum, in acting cool, he absolutely cannot lose to him.

Zhang Xingyu touches the back of his head, and suddenly has an idea.

He reaches out and takes out a pile of pots and pans from his storage ring, and then takes out two wooden chopsticks about a foot long.

Zhang Xingyu dances, and the wooden chopsticks hit the pots and pans in front of him one after another.

"Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong, clang clang, clang clang..."

The pots and pans symphony resounds in all directions, immediately suppressing Yuan Wushang's zither sound.

On the cloud, Yuan Wushang's hands pause slightly.

A moment later, he urges his true essence, his hands change, the zither sound becomes more high-pitched, and the zither sound immediately stands out from the noise interference of "ding ding dong dong, clang clang."

"Good!"

The melon-eating masses under the cloud platform applaud one after another.

The competition has not officially started, but the battle between Yuan Wushang and Zhang Xingyu has already begun.

And the form of this battle is simply beyond everyone's expectations.

"Interesting!" True Person Qing Ji on the cloud platform strokes his long beard and laughs.

"Hmph! A guy who doesn't understand music also wants to interfere with Wushang's zither sound, dreaming!" This is True Person Qing Xuan's voice.

"Zhang Xingyu is really innovative, actually being able to use pots and pans to play music. Our Wanfa Immortal Sect needs such young people who are brave enough to innovate!" True Person Qing Yang claps and praises.

"That's right, that's right. I think Zhang Xingyu has a great future!" True Person Qing Yun agrees casually.

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun sees Qing Xuan's face is blue, so he quickly comes out to round things up: "Several senior brothers are over-praising. Xingyu is still very young, how can he compare with Wushang!"

Immortal Qing Yu raises her eyebrows: "A group of disrespectful idiots. The junior disciples are bored, and you are following them to be bored?"

On the cloud platform.

Seeing Yuan Wushang's zither sound high-pitched and impassioned, and his own symphony unable to suppress it, Zhang Xingyu feels a bit anxious.

Also.

Yuan Wushang urged his true essence.

That zither of his is probably a spirit weapon, so it can be urged by magic power.

But these pots and pans of his are truly mortal things.

If he urges his true essence, I'm afraid they will all be scrapped in no time.

No, no, I have to think of another way.

Wait, I have it.

Zhang Xingyu flips his palm, and a trumpet-shaped thing appears at his feet.

This thing is called "Xingyu Brand Amplifier," which once made great contributions to him at the beginning of his cultivation.

He gently brushes the dust off the amplifier, and then carefully injects a trace of spiritual power into the amplifier.

The amplifier makes a "squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak" noise.

Although the effect is not particularly good, it looks like it can still be used.

Zhang Xingyu gently touches the amplifier: "Old partner, old partner, today whether I can keep my face depends entirely on you."

"Yi yi yi ya ya ya."

He adjusts his throat, and while inputting spiritual power into the amplifier, he sings loudly: "A laugh in the vast sea, the waves on both sides..."

As soon as the song comes out, everything is silent.

The melon-eating masses open their mouths wide, but no one can say a word.

Even Yuan Wushang, who is playing the zither, cannot help but stop the strings in his hand, and then quickly covers his ears.

After the song is finished.

Zhang Xingyu stands up and bows to the audience on all sides: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you to the fans for their long-term strong support for me. Next, I will present a song 'A Man Should Be Self-Strengthening', friends who can sing, please sing with me!"

Just as Zhang Xingyu is about to open his mouth again, a roar suddenly comes from his mind: "Zhang Xingyu, what are you doing!" ===== CHAPTER 379 =====