Chapter 147 Ten Decisive Wins (2)

From the perspective of strength, I am afraid that there are very few people in the Donglong Empire who can surpass Grandpa Qin's strength. The gap in level is difficult to make up for the true magic of the Divine Sound Master.

Qin Shang nodded to Lutz and said, "Qin Shang, Qin Zong of the East Dragon Empire, has learned about it."

Rutz knew that this man was Ye Yinzhu's teacher, and he held a big axe and replied, "Rutz, the leader of the dwarf tribe, please give me advice."

Ye Yinzhupiao retreated, looked at his grandfather Qin deeply, and announced: "The first competition between the East Dragon Empire and Qincheng will begin."

As soon as the word "Start" was finished, Lutz responded immediately. The battle axe in his hand instantly burned a strong purple light. His two very powerful legs stomped heavily on the ground, flew against the ground like a cannonball, and rushed towards Qin Shang.

As long as it is a battle, the dwarves will never show mercy. He has had the experience of fighting with Ye Yinzhu, so he naturally understands that the music of the Divine Sound Master cannot play a role, otherwise it will be difficult for him to win.

Seeing Rutz rushing towards him, a faint smile appeared on Qin Shang's old face, and a light flashed in his hand, and a simple guqin had already stamped. He had not seen how he was posing. A string of soft guqin had already floated out of his fingertips.

This was the first time Ye Yinzhu saw his grandfather Qin use piano magic in battle, and he immediately focused on it. The soft piano sound sounded. As Qin Shang's direct disciple, Ye Yinzhu immediately understood the teacher's intention and almost called out with a good word.

A strange scene happened. The purple light on the Rutz battle axe actually slashed out from three meters beside Qin Shang. With a loud bang, a deep gully was left on the ground, but he did not touch Qin Shang at all.

Qin Shang's hand did not stop. He stood there, his right hand gently stroked the strings. The soft music sounded, and the relaxed rhythm and pleasant rhythm gave people a sense of tranquility. A faint purple light splashed out from the strings, and the body of the person who always tracked Lutezi turned into a purple light column to cover him.

The powerful destructive power of the Lutez battle axe surprised the eight sects of the East Long. It was clearly the strength of level 4 or above! They immediately rejudged the strength of the four major alien races in Qincheng. But even more surprised them was Qin Shang.

Standing in place, as if playing accidentally showed the magic of the piano magic. Under the purple light, Lutz kept wielding the battle axe. But it was like a person dancing in the field. He seemed to be unable to see Qin Shang at all. The surging purple fighting spirit kept shining, but it was always five meters away from Qin Shang. For a moment, purple light flashed on the field, and sand and stones flew everywhere. Lutz's attack speed became faster and faster, but he was getting further and further away from Qin Shang.

The soft and relaxed music always flowed out between Qin Shang's five fingers with his right hand, but the faint music showed extraordinary magic. As the referee on the field, Ye Yinzhu knew that Lutez had lost.

Qin Shang played just a very ordinary "Ode to Joy" among the piano music, which did not have any attack effect. But even such an ordinary piano music made Lutz unable to do anything to him.

Among everyone present, only Ye Yinzhu understood how Qin Shang did it. When Lutezi just rushed towards Qin Shang, the string of piano music played by Qin Shang sounded soft, but it contained the unique explosive power of the divine sound master. The purple-wei zither heart-level explosion sound, and it was a long string of at least fifteen legatographs. How could Lutezi's mental power resist? Therefore, at the first moment, Qin Shang broke through Lutezi's spiritual defense and invaded his spiritual sea, making Lutezi's vision frequent and unable to grasp the real position of Qin Shang. Next, Lutezi's spirit was controlled by Qin Shang's piano music, and this battle had no meaning.

Such a simple battle brought great inspiration to Ye Yinzhu. He is a dual-cultivator of magic and martial arts. He has always used martial arts to solve the problem when facing warriors at close range. He only uses sound blades when possible. There are very few cases of truly solving warriors with piano magic. At this time, he realized that his cultivation in piano magic is still far from enough. With simple piano magic, he can also defeat his opponent! Qin Shang once again taught his beloved disciple a lesson with his actions.

"It's over." Ye Yinzhu sighed in her heart, preventing the competition from continuing.

Qin Shang pressed the strings with his right hand and stopped as the sound of the piano stopped. The purple light that had always tracked Lutez was released from the guqin and disappeared.

Rutz's movement of wielding the battle axe suddenly slowed down, his eyes full of confusion. When he turned around, he was surprised to find that he was still twenty meters away from Qin Shang. Qin Shang was looking at him with a smile.

"What happened? Why were you there?" Rutz asked dazedly.

Ye Yinzhu said angrily: "In the first game, the Donglong Empire will win. Rutz will go back. You should pay more attention to your spiritual cultivation in the future."

"Have I lost?" Rutz woke up in shock and looked at the Guqin in Qin Shang's arms, "The apprentice is amazing, the master is indeed even more powerful. I don't even know how to lose."

"Idiot, why don't you come back quickly." Elder Lucino's voice sounded from the side of the four tribes of Qincheng. Obviously, after Rutz returned, he might be scolded.

Qin Shang glanced at Ye Yinzhu, and a trace of helplessness appeared deep in his eyes. He took the Guqin back into the space ring and returned to the formation.

Seeing Qin Shang's magical piano magic, he couldn't help but shocked Qincheng, and also surprised the powerful people of the Donglong Empire. Although they had always known that Qinzong was the best among the four magics of qin chess, calligraphy and painting, it was the first time that many people could truly see the power of Qinzong. They could win so easily when facing purple-level warriors at close range. The magic of Qin Magic made the other three magic sects pale.

Supreme Elder Weiming nodded to Qin Shang and said, "In the second game, Ye Li of Zhu Zong will come out of the formation."

A hint of anger flashed in Ye Li's eyes. He was not as easy to talk to as Qin Shang. He snorted coldly, "Supreme Elder, why don't you let the sect leader fight in such an important battle? I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Zhu Sect. If you lose in a mistake, don't blame me."

Weiming said lightly: "For the glory of the empire, as a member of Donglong, I believe you will not deliberately let go." If Ye Li had that sinister and cunning personality, how could he have had only one friend of Qin Shang among the Eight Sects of Donglong, and how could he have had a quarrel with Lan Ruxue and his wife? Weiming was too sure of his personality.

With a angrily snorted, Ye Li walked towards the field with big strides.

After Qin Shang was the first to appear, Ye Yinzhu had already thought that the next Supreme Elder Weiming would invite his grandfather to fight. He did not have much deep feelings for the Eight Sects of the East Dragon itself. At this time, the disgust of Weiming's behavior increased greatly. A faint cold light flashed through his eyes. Although he didn't say much now, he left a big shadow deep in his heart. After all, Donglong's blood flowed on him, and he felt a little cold in his heart when facing such actions by his clan members. Such a short-sighted and despicable Supreme Elder, the future development of the Donglong Empire can be imagined.

Soon, Ye Li had already made great strides to Ye Yinzhu and said lightly: "Who will fight in Qincheng?" In order to avoid suspicion, he did not say a word to his grandson, but just waited quietly for his opponent to appear.

On the other hand, because Ye Yinzhu was the referee, Qincheng's side was completely decided by Anya and Zi at this time. They had already lost the first game, which also allowed them to fully see the strength of the East Long Ba Sect. After a brief discussion, Anya and Zi walked out by themselves. Of course, she knew that Ye Li was Ye Yinzhu's grandfather, but now it is more important to keep Qincheng's foundation. When Anya walked to the opposite side of Ye Li, she gave Ye Yinzhu an apologetic look.

Ye Yinzhu just shook her head gently and said sincerely: "Please stop when two people arrive."

Seeing that Anya was the one who appeared, Ye Li didn't say anything. He waved his right hand and pulled out the purple bamboo sword from his back and pointed to the ground diagonally. The sword seemed to slowly raise from the direction of the ground. A flash of light, nine perfect purple bamboo shadows appeared in front of him.

The Aozhu sword technique released the most perfect glory in the hands of the previous generation sect leader of the Zhu Sect. Looking at the sword shadow displayed by his grandfather, Ye Yinzhu asked herself that she could not do it. She sighed in her heart, quickly retreated, and escaped from the battle circle.

At this time, his mood was extremely contradictory. On one side was his grandfather, and on the other side, Anya, who was regarded as her sister, had been taking good care of him. For a moment, he didn't know who was expecting to win.

"Mr. Ye, please." Anya's actual age is much older than Ye Li, so it is appropriate to call him Mr. Ye at this time.

Ye Li said calmly: "Go to do it. For the benefit of the Eight Sects of the East Dragon, I will not show mercy."

Anya smiled indifferently and said, "Then let's start, Mr. Ye, I'm sorry."

Before Ye Li understood why Anya said a few words of embarrassment, Anya's body had already soared into the air. It was not a jump, but a direct flight.
Chapter completed!