If he faces a head-on battle, Zhou Yifan has no confidence. If he wants to kill Cheng Gong, he has confidence, but he has no confidence to win the piano skills. After all, over the past year, he has focused on improving his strength. The skills of the piano have not improved much, but more of a kind of spiritual insight and martial arts improvement.

"Okay." Zhou Yifan didn't think about it anymore and directly agreed to Cheng Gong's request.

Soon someone came over and brought a hundred-year-old guqin, which was also a good guqin. Cheng Gong sat there slantedly, with the guitar facing Zhou Yifan, and Cheng Lan's chessboard on the other hand.

When Cheng Lan's chess piece fell, Zhou Yifan's piano sound also started. The sound of the piano has a kind of battlefield killing, and the army has reached the stage of life and death. The sound is surging. If you close your eyes and feel it, you can bring people into an endless killing.

Cheng Lan's offensive was also fierce, like a general who led thousands of troops. He was said to be a member of a family, but he had no family affection at all. He could be reflected on the chessboard, completely releasing all his previous resentment and dissatisfaction, and he was murderous and approaching Cheng Gong.

"I have never seen anyone who can arouse Yifan to such an extent. Cheng Gong is really furious and it's not as thrilling as if he won ten times."

"Both of them were both angry. Now there was a good show. They had already arrived at the decisive battle. These two people were both promising sons of heaven and pillars of the country. This time it was also a chance to test them. But Cheng Gong was still unexpected. It seems that his villain is really different from other villain. He can have such a high attainment in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Has the road map been taken?"

"He has been received and is being sent here. Other parties have also announced his victory, so the words and paintings he wrote have been sent here."

"Um."

"It's so satisfying. It's a peak showdown. I didn't expect that I could see such a wonderful thing when I came to Yunge City this time. After I go back, I must write it into a book, and the sales will definitely be very good."

"Cheng Gong is in trouble this time. This is different from before. Zhou Yifan and Cheng Lan join forces. Playing the piano with one hand and having to be distracted from playing chess, no one can do it."

"It's a big taboo to distract yourself. Cheng Gong is pretending to be too big this time. After all, human energy is limited, and he is facing Zhou Yifan and Cheng Lan. Judging from how fierce the attacks of these two people are, it is obvious that they want to defeat Cheng Gong directly. The two of them also breathed a sigh of relief. If they lose again, Cheng Gong will really sweep the Four Treasures Competition and step on the four talents."

"Actually, even if he loses now, the four talents are already in a big way. After all, Cheng Gong is too popular this time. But I wonder if he really has a one-percent chance to win, then what do you call him in the future? You can't call him the four talents."

No matter how people outside talk, discuss, and worry, they have nothing to do with Zhou Yifan at this moment. Zhou Yifan is a general at this moment, with millions of soldiers and horses under his command. The killing aura is revealed from the piano, which makes some people with weak power unable to bear it. His army continues to attack, but no matter how he attacks, Cheng Gong randomly tweets the guqin that is much worse than his Fengming zither, making his attack feel like he is hitting a cotton mountain.

The Lixing was completely digested, and this cotton mountain was approaching him slowly, but no matter how he rushed, it would have no effect.

Cheng Lan was even more nervous at this moment. After a few moves fell, Cheng Lan's face became even more ugly. How could this happen? Why is Cheng Gong not only knows how to play chess, but also is so powerful.

He rushed left and right, but couldn't break his blockade. He was like a big Buddha sitting upright, waiting for the worship of countless people and kneeling down. It was difficult for him to shake it at all, and a sense of powerlessness gradually came into his heart.

He was unwilling to accept it, really unwilling to accept it. Cheng Lan had never been defeated, but he was unwilling to accept that he was defeated by Cheng Gong.

From childhood to adulthood, Cheng Gongwan has been proficient in food, drinking, gamble and other people. He will cause some trouble all day long. Yunge City has almost become his amusement park. But his grandfather and the others protect him and care about him. However, no matter how excellent he performed, he would not get attention. This is not all, what happened to him as the grandson? Could it be that he gave birth to a little earlier than him? If he was the eldest son of Cheng Yufei, he should have inherited the Cheng family?

Just a useless person like him, a prodigal son is a hundred times worse than himself. Why is this happening? Cheng Lan is unwilling to accept that he wants to change all this, he works harder, and he wants to surpass everything in the process. In fact, he has done it too. Cheng Gong is a negative teaching material, and he is the four great talents, famous in Yunge City.

But now the waste I look down on the most, the prodigal son, is distracted from using it, and I can't even resist it. How could this happen?

Zhou Yifan is the same as him at this moment, but Zhou Yifan can still control his emotions. He was surprised and also felt powerless. Cheng Gong's piano sound was nothing special, but it made him feel that the cotton mountain surrounded him and he was powerless to turn the world. In terms of skills, he lost. He knew that as long as he contained his power on the piano sound, he could burst Cheng Gong to his blood and even kill him.

This thought flashed through his mind a few times, but he was finally suppressed. Unwise actions were not what Zhou Yifan wanted to do. This was just a competition, and it would not be so good. Otherwise, let alone the crazy revenge of the Cheng family, the opinions of the people around him were very serious, especially the emperor was watching from above, so he could not lose his composure. Losing once or twice was nothing, and after losing this time, he also made himself better at understanding Cheng Gong.

He is definitely not as simple as the slut he saw before, but to say that he is not slut, he doesn't look like it.

If he could pretend for so many years and still pretend now, then his acting skills would be too great. And if he really wanted to pretend, there was no need to be so ostentatious. Contradictory, these are very contradictory and difficult to guess.

But no matter what, Cheng Gong, if you win my attention, you will be miserable, miserable, miserable!!

"When..." At this point, Zhou Yifan's piano sound stopped completely and he was unable to play any more. He put his hand on the piano and moved the piano slightly and directly entered the ring: "Very good, Cheng Gong, you won."

"Bang!" The chess piece that Cheng Lan had been holding her hands also shattered. Cheng Lan shook her head slightly, and said that she had abandoned her son and admitted defeat.

"Haha... Young Master, Damn, I won, I really won, now we sent it..." When they were competing, the Fatty and the others had arrived unknowingly and kept watching. The platform had dropped from ten meters to one meter high, and the first people to come to the competition above could see clearly. When they were counting, the Fatty screamed excitedly, which was equivalent to the income of the national treasury for one and a half years.

Although the royal family controls the world, and has countless other incomes, it is far from as simple as the surface. But 300 million taels of silver is worth 30 million taels of gold, and it is an astronomical figure wherever it is placed. Even if Zheng Sanyuan has been struggling for so many years, he cannot have so much cash. He still has to add all industries across the country, which is only about 500 million taels. Now Cheng Gong won 300 million taels of silver in a four-treasure competition. How could the fat man not be excited?

"Young Master is the best." Xiaoxue was so excited that tears were about to shed, because from the beginning of Cheng Gong's participation in this Four Treasures Competition, to the beginning of this competition, she heard people talking about this in her ears, and there was endless ridicule and ridicule. At this moment, she had never had Shu Chang in her heart. The young master was the most powerful, and the young master was the best.

"Jia, I won, I really won, I'm so awesome, so handsome..." Dongfang Qingmei also shouted excitedly.

Even Dongfang Linglong, who rarely has any expression, can be seen from her subtle expressions, and she is very excited and happy at this moment.

The drunk cat raised the wine gourd and drank it in big mouthfuls, listening to the others' surprises and even fainting in pain. He was so dizzy.

"It's over, it's over, I've been betting on all my property, this time it's so miserable."

"How could it be possible to lose? How could it be lost? How could there be thousands of talents, and there are four talents who can lose to one person? This is not true, this is not true."

"Haha, see, have you seen, have you seen. Who would dare to say that you can't learn any good things in the future? Master Cheng is proficient in everything. He had booked a flower boat to celebrate for three days, and now he still has the energy to fuck you guys directly. In the future, he would say in front of me that he wanted to cultivate his sentiment and learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You see, Master Cheng is also very good at learning these on the flower boat. No, I have to ask Master Cheng for advice on how to learn this skill on the flower boat."

At this moment, there were more pain and discomfort below, and there were even more people who were happy to celebrate Cheng Gong with such joy. But one person suddenly jumped onto the stage and pointed at Cheng Gong and shouted excitedly. Some people who were originally angry wanted to get angry at him, but when they saw this boy who was just in his early teens and had a look of excessive alcohol and color on his face, he stopped talking.

The third son of Prince Jing's family, the little prince Zhu Mo, is not old but already proficient in everything. He is very stanced to inherit Cheng Gong and become a new generation of villains. The target of his admiration is Cheng Gong. Of course, he also has another nickname, the shame of the royal family. But he doesn't care. No one expected that Cheng Gong would be so happy to win.

"Cheng Gong...Cheng Gong..." At this time, Ouyang Yubao walked out with a pale face, staring at Cheng Gong with resentful eyes in his eyes. He had always been clean and had no time to care about the blood stains on his body. He had woken up and saw how Cheng Gong was defeated, but he didn't expect that after he arrived, Cheng Gong defeated Zhou Yifan and Cheng Lan to join forces.
Chapter completed!