Mystical Supreme Martial Soul

"Wonderful, really wonderful"

Chu Feng smiled slightly.

Yan Qinghan's boudoir is extremely not simple, with elegance everywhere, neither enchanting nor provocative, giving people a transcendent yet dusty atmosphere.

The temperament of the feast and the cold, like one

"Ding"

Yan Qinghan walked to the piano platform, leaning on the railing to do it, the green jade fingers brushed on the strings, and a trembling sound resounded like a dragon roar.

At this moment, the feast's cold breath suddenly appeared again, her beautiful eyes were full of reminiscence, the jade hand flicked, and the mysterious sound was clear, like a gentle breeze and drizzle, moisturizing things silently

And as Yan Qinghan's jade fingers continue to brush, her eyes are constantly changing

Sometimes there is tenderness and flickering, the sound of the piano is gentle and intoxicating, and sometimes there is murderous intent, like mountains and flowing water, gold and iron horses.

The spirit of killing, if the flood is raging to the sky, if the north wind is howling, and it is roaring and roaring, it seems to destroy everything, obliterate everything

Chu Feng frowned slightly.

Qin Yin is both a state of mind and represents Yan Qinghan's complicated mood at the moment. There are her warmest memories here, which make her reluctant to leave.

In the same way, the destruction of Daotian Pavilion made her heartbroken.

The hatred of destroying the family made her murderous, and she wanted to kill all the enemies, but now she couldn't even know who the enemies were.

"Ugh"

Chu Feng sighed faintly, flipped his palm, and the Imperial Beast Immortal Flute was already in his hand.

The flute sounded loudly and quietly

The flute sound resounded like fairy music, soft and pure, the sound of the flute collided here, and the sound of the flute, which had an amazing aura of killing, suddenly trembled at this time.

Then the killing energy dissipated, replaced by a touch of tenderness.

Yan Qinghan turned around and looked at Chu Feng who was blowing the beast-fighting immortal flute in astonishment. His beautiful appearance finally softened little by little.

clank clank

Woo woo

The sound of the piano has changed from the previous breath, it is as elegant as a thumping spring, and the sound of the flute is high, like a mountain and flowing water.

The two tones are intertwined in the air, but they are indescribably in harmony

Both of them directly ignored the piano score and flute sound, and they used music to express their ambition and unshakable belief.

The sound of the piano is exciting, and there is a belief that will never give up

The sound of the flute is ethereal, but it contains an invincible belief

The two kinds of music want to reconcile, if the ripples spread out, the music resounds, and in the heaven and earth, it seems that there are crystal stars falling from the sky.

"The sound of the piano, the sound of the flute, it's like heaven"

"Who is playing the piano and who is playing the flute, why do I have a feeling of excitement"

"This song is only because it is born, and I can hear it several times in my life"

"Listen to the music to know people, no matter who is playing the piano or who is playing the flute, their state of mind is really high and far, and hearing this music is like listening to the avenue."

As the sound of the qin and flute spreads, it spreads all over the place, and many monks from the Six Paths stopped, showing their obsession. What’s more, they sat cross-legged, wanting to further understand the state of mind contained in the music.

Just when everyone was fascinated, the sound of the piano suddenly stagnated, and the sound of the flute also dissipated.

At this time, Yan Qinghan's beautiful eyes were already misty.

"Thank you"

Yan Qinghan opened his mouth, his tone was not as cold as before, but with a trace of inexplicable affection.

"Just a little effort, no need to worry"

Chu Feng put away the imperial beast immortal flute, and the two of them sang the flute and melodiously. It was also a kind of battle.

It's a battle of moods

With his unyielding arrogance and his indomitable state of mind, Chu Feng helped Yan Qinghan get out of his own demonic obstacles.

And obviously the effect is very good

Yan Qinghan 880's state of mind has stabilized, and Yan Qinghan in this state is the invincible existence that has been unrivaled for five thousand years and has pushed countless unparalleled talents across the world.

"Thank you"

Yan Qinghan spoke again.

This time, she flashed slightly, and she had landed in front of Chu Feng. Between the jade hands, Chu Feng suddenly felt the fragrance of the wind on his face, and then the warm nephrite was in his arms.

"Really thank you very much"

In Yan Qinghan's beautiful eyes, the water mist is misty.

She was born after [-] years of sleep, the Daotian Pavilion has been destroyed, and her parents and relatives have all turned into bones

And after she left Daotian Pavilion, although her cultivation had made a breakthrough, her mood was affected after all.