Cui Zifeng was so angry that he blew his jade flute, and his soft voice was very pleasant to the ears.
At this time, Cui Yaotian, Chu Fenglan and Ye Qingyang were the only three people left in the living room.
Cui Yaotian and Ye Qingyang admired it while sipping tea, while Chu Fenglan stood quietly aside, admiring the outstanding grace of his junior sister with a gentle look on his face.
It can be seen that Chu Fenglan loves this junior sister from the bottom of his heart.
And here, while Cui Zifeng was playing the flute, he kept observing Ye Qingyang's changes from the corner of his eye.
In this piece of music, the scale in the first stage is relatively low and melodious, and the rhythm is relatively slow.
The attack of music on people is also the lowest.
However, ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot withstand this stage.
But when I saw Ye Qingyang sitting at the tea table, his expression remained unchanged, as if he was no different from listening to ordinary music.
Cui Yaotian's face also flashed a pertinent smile, and he thought to himself: "Ye Qingyang's internal energy is powerful, and it turns out that this low-level tune has no impact on him at all!"
Chu Fenglan on the side looked calm.
After all, he heard Cui Zifeng say that Ye Qingyang was a young man that his master was very fond of, and he kept saying that he was an expert and respected him very much.
Since the master is so optimistic, he must have some strength.
Therefore, in this low-level vocal range, Ye Qingyang's calmness seemed very normal to him.
However, in fact, Ye Qingyang's Dantian has been shattered and he cannot use any of his true energy and inner strength.
The reason why he was not attacked by the music was because he understood the rules of the music too well, and combined with his own mystical skills, he easily avoided the attack of the music.
With himself as the center, Ye Qingyang secretly calculated the position of the Eight Diagrams under his feet, which was related to the attack frequency of the music. Therefore, he shook his head and body, not immersed in the music, but to avoid its edge and follow the trend, so that he would not be caught.
Rhythmic attack.
At this time, Cui Zifeng saw that the first stage of music had no impact on Ye Qingyang at all, and he couldn't help but put away his previous contempt.
The first stage plus the prelude is one and a half minutes in total.
There are not many people in Shenhe Sect who can persist for one and a half minutes without getting hurt.
Therefore, Ye Qingyang can be called a master.
However, this is not enough.
Just such a level is not enough to be regarded as a master by my father.
Therefore, Cui Zifeng continued to try and began to play the second stage of music.
At this time, those disciples who ran out earlier told other disciples about the meeting room, which immediately attracted a group of people to watch the fun.
But everyone was watching from outside the door and through the windows, and they also had earplugs in their ears.
For a time, many people gathered outside the reception building.
In the reception room.
Cui Zifeng used stronger internal power to activate the music of the jade flute, and its lethality became even more powerful.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
A high-pitched tune came out, and the second stage began.
In an instant, many people who were watching the excitement outside the house but did not wear earplugs were shocked back and ran far away, daring not to come back.
Inside the house, Ye Qingyang was still shaking his head and enjoying the music.
This inevitably made Chu Fenglan look at him with admiration.
At this stage, even the transformation master must carefully mobilize his true energy and use his internal strength to resist the penetrating attack of the music.
However, Ye Qingyang seemed to be playing with him. Is this person really that strong?
Cui Yaotian was very happy when he saw this.
How could the master whom I recognized be so easily defeated by Yin Yu?
He raised his tea cup and said to Ye Qingyang: "Master Ye, please!"
"please!"
Ye Qingyang drank a glass.
"Master Ye, let me serve you tea!"
Chu Fenglan stepped forward, picked up the teapot and poured tea for Ye Qingyang.
In fact, he was secretly spying on Ye Qingyang's inner strength.
However, so close, he could not feel a trace of Qi from Ye Qingyang's body.
Chu Fenglan frowned, completely confused.
If a master uses his internal strength to resist the attack of the music, no matter how well he hides it, it will still appear on the body surface.
A master like Chu Fenglan has extremely powerful perception.
He didn't even feel a trace of vitality, which meant that there really wasn't any.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
At this time, Cui Zifeng increased his strength again and blew the jade flute violently. This extremely powerful music could even break through the internal defense of the Grand Master at the peak of Transformation Realm.
She heard rumors from the outside world that Ye Qingyang was only at the peak of the Transformation Realm.
If the rumors are true, then Ye Qingyang's defense should have reached its limit at this moment.
"Bata!"
At this moment, the tea cup in Ye Qingyang's hand slipped directly, and the large cup of tea that Chu Fenglan had just poured fell onto the tea table.
This scene suddenly changed everyone's expressions.
Could it be?
Could it be that Ye Qingyang finally couldn't hold on any longer?
Cui Zifeng sneered in his heart, he was indeed at the peak of the Transformation Realm. This kind of cultivation was not outstanding among the ancient martial arts sect, and it was not worthy of being received by his father in person.
Chu Fenglan on the side also shook his head secretly.
"I thought he was some kind of genius, but it turned out that he was just a young man with a little bit of cultivation! It's me who thinks highly of him!"
At this time, I saw Ye Qingyang waving his hands on the tea table randomly, like a madman!
Chu Fenglan sighed and said to Cui Zifeng on the side: "Junior sister, I think it's almost done. He's already scratching his head. If he continues, it will kill him!"
Cui Zifeng smiled coldly: "That's it? Alas!"
Cui Yaotian on the side had a trace of confusion on his face.
That day, I clearly saw a miracle from Ye Qingyang, but now, why can't he pass this test?
Did I make a mistake?
In about ten seconds, Ye Qingyang finished waving his hands, sat down, and looked at Cui Zifeng with some surprise:
"Miss Cui, why don't you continue playing? I really like your piece of music!"
Cui Zifeng smiled faintly and said: "Master Ye Tian, you must act within your ability in everything. Since you have reached your limit, there is no need to hold on any longer. Otherwise, if you continue, you will sacrifice your face at the expense of your life!"
As she said that, her beautiful eyes looked straight at Ye Qingyang with a hint of contempt: "You should understand what I'm saying!"
"Miss Cui, I am so stupid that I really don't understand!" Ye Qingyang smiled slightly: "I only admired Miss Cui's style of music, and I couldn't help but make a painting! Just look at it if you don't believe me!"
As he spoke, Ye Qingyang pointed to the tea table in front of him.
"What? Painting?"
Everyone was shocked and looked towards Ye Qingyang's tea table.
However, all I saw was the spilled tea leaves and messy puddles of water stains on the tea table. What kind of painting was there?
"Hahaha! Ye Tianshi, you are really humorous!" Chu Fenglan laughed, and then said to Cui Zifeng: "Junior sister, you speak too bluntly, which will hurt Ye Tianshi's face. I don't think this matter today
That’s it for now!”
However, Ye Qingyang smiled and said: "Oh, sorry, I forgot, from your angle, it seems that you can't see clearly!"
"In this way, you might be able to see it more clearly!"
Ye Qingyang took out his large copycat mobile phone, turned on the mobile phone's flashlight, and shined a light on the water stains on the tea table.