Chapter 1977 What I want to challenge is your eighth ancestor
"Let's get started!"
The old voice of the ancestor of the piano sounded, and he plucked the strings with both hands.
Simple notes begin to beat.
Boom...
Ji Fengxi's bass was louder, but unfortunately, the thick sound did not affect Wei Qin Ancestor.
Of course, Ji Fengxi never thought that just the bass could suppress it.
I saw a serious look on his eyebrows and a pair of flawless jade hands, as if dancing, they began to play the rhythm on the guqin.
As things get better, the music game officially begins.
When it comes to playing chess, there are two ways to win.
The first is to follow the other person's melody and follow it completely.
The second is to break the opponent's melody and let them follow their own rhythm.
The first one is relatively easy.
And Ji Fengxi followed the first path, following the chords played by the ancestor of the piano.
Therefore, as the two piano sounds hovered, it sounded pleasant to the ears of those present.
When the rhythm becomes more steady, the crisp and moving sound of the flute joins in.
In an instant, the music was sublimated and sounded more pleasant.
Jiang Xiaobai closed his eyes, and his fingers beat lightly, as if he was grasping the rhythm of the sound.
Gradually, Jiang Xiaobai's expression began to fluctuate.
Yes, I don’t know when, while the music was moving, the spiritual energy around me began to gather.
Three different auras clearly appeared in the venue.
At a glance, Patriarch Weiqin's aura is undoubtedly the strongest.
Next is Nan Yan, and finally Ji Fengxi.
However, as the collaboration deepened, the auras of the two began to merge.
The ancestor of the piano naturally felt the difference in the collaboration between the two. In admiration, the sound of the piano changed instantly, and the music began to become louder.
Obviously he wants to break the balance between the two.
But what surprised him was that Ji Fengxi's rhythm changed equally quickly, and Nan Yan's flute music also caught up.
The expression of admiration for the ancestor of the piano became more intense, and the sound of the piano continued to change.
Sometimes it's like a gurgling stream, sometimes it's like mountain water.
Sometimes restrained, sometimes flamboyant.
However, Ji Fengxi and Nan Yan still followed the rhythm flawlessly.
Either Ji Fengxi follows, or Nan Yan follows.
Two pianos and one flute, with a distinct rhythm.
For those present, it was undoubtedly another audio-visual feast.
Gradually, Ancestor Weiqin began to look serious, his rhythm began to become faster, and his spiritual power began to become unrestrained.
His own aura has obviously begun to invade Ji Fengxi and Nan Yan.
Ji Fengxi frowned.
Fortunately, Nan Yan helped her out. The sound of the flute counterattacked with spiritual power and withstood the pressure.
Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes and smiled.
If this pace continues, maybe the two of them can actually win.
Not only did he think so, but everyone present also thought so.
However, next, the ancestor who played the piano showed how superb his piano skills were.
The moment the left hand presses on the left string, the right hand is as fast as an afterimage, and the left hand closes together.
The spiritual energy all around was pulled by this, and in an instant, it was like thousands of troops galloping endlessly.
Ji Fengxi bit her red lips. The other party's voice had caused sound transmission on his guqin.
In other words, even if she didn't move the strings, the strings would still be vibrating, which would become uncomfortable for her.
Nan Yan's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, her spiritual power surged, and the sound of the flute became gentle, trying to get rid of the impact of being the ancestor of Qin.
It does have an effect.
But at this time, the sound of the ancestor's zither changed again, like a big wave washing over the sand and a sea tide rolling.
Buzz!
Finally, a trace of blood appeared as Ji Fengxi's fingers trembled.
Jiang Xiaobai frowned at this moment.
While he felt sorry for Ji Fengxi, he also felt a little solemn in his heart. The skill of the ancestor of Qin was more amazing and terrifying than he imagined.
Buzz!
A moment later, a bloodstain appeared on one of Ji Fengxi's fingers again.
However, Ji Fengxi still gritted her teeth and persisted.
But as the third and fourth fingers flicked open, and blood marks appeared, the rhythm dropped significantly.
Ji Fengxi bit her red lips and sat there with a little unwillingness on her brows.
Her strength is weak.
Following the music until now is her limit.
Jiang Xiaobai watched from a distance, as if a stone was weighing on his heart, and his eyes became condensed.
Now only Nan Yan is left to persist.
Although the sound of the flute has been continuous, the aura has obviously weakened because of Ji Fengxi's demise.
Just barely following at the moment.
You should know that the duration of a piece of music is not long, but at this moment, Nan Yan felt that it was long.
And if it weren't for the amplifying effect of the flute itself, she would probably be defeated now.
Then Ancestor Qin shook his head.
If it were left on weekdays, it would be watered down when it should be.
But above the Federation, countless pairs of eyes were watching, and letting go was tantamount to putting down the honor of the four major families.
Is anyone still interested in this grand event?
Apparently not!
Sighing, the ancestor who played Qin closed his eyes, and while his hands were beating, an astonishing artistic conception suddenly sublimated.
Nan Yan's face turned pale under the veil, and finally took a step back under the impact of the spiritual power, and the sound of the flute was completely interrupted.
But the sound of the piano did not stop. After a while, it began to come to an end, and finally fell completely silent under a single note.
"I...we lost!"
Nan Yan's eyes became slightly gloomy, and finally she took Ji Fengxi and bowed in the direction of Ancestor Qin before preparing to step down.
However, at this moment, as the boundaries were turbulent, a figure appeared on the stage.
When he appeared, Jiang Xiaobai directly held Ji Fengxi's hands, looked at the blood stains, raised his hand and held a spiritual fruit in his hand.
Pinch off the juice and smear it on.
The people watching around were surprised at the same time.
Who is this!
It was too shameless to go up and hold Ji Fengxi's hand.
In the midst of the discussion, Ji Fengxi's eyes were gentle and her face was a little rosy.
Jiang Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ji Fengxi's blood stains had obviously recovered.
"sorry!"
At this time, Nan Yan's voice sounded. She looked at Jiang Xiaobai and whispered three words, and then handed over the flute.
But Jiang Xiaobai did not pick it up. Instead, he raised his head, glanced at the ancestor who was playing Qin, and said, "I also want to challenge him. Is that okay?"
He wanted to be a spectator and just enjoy the atmosphere.
But Ji Fengxi’s scars and Nan Yan’s failure.
Coupled with the craziness of the ancestor of wine and the provocation of the ancestor of poetry, the fighting spirit rose in his heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of Qin looked at Jiang Xiaobai strangely.
He still had some impressions of Jiang Xiaobai, having met him at Zhuting.
Isn't this person applying for a job as a sword boy?
In his surprise, the voice of the ancestor of poetry sounded: "Sorry, little brother, our challenge is limited to the leader, so please..."
When the ancestor of the poem said this, a voice from below first sounded: "Haha, I, Mei Danqing, would like to recognize him as the ninth leader!"
"We at Julian are also willing to recognize him as the ninth leader!"
When Ju Lian spoke, his eyes were strange, even a little fiery.
He now understood that the person in the room that day turned out to be Jiang Xiaobai.
"I, Zhang Luo, would like to recognize him as the Ninth Leader!"
The one who spoke at this moment was the teacher, one took the lead, and the other three also stood up.
They had all met Jiang Xiaobai in the Jiang family, so when he spoke, they could hear the obvious respect in his voice.
The ancestor of poetry was stunned.
What's going on?
Jiang Xiaobai did not speak, but glanced in the direction of Zhu Mo.
If there is anyone among the eight people who does not recognize him, it is most likely Zhumo.
If that was the case, he could only choose to force it open.
But something unexpected happened to him. Zhu Mo actually said: "I, Zhu Mo, would also like to recognize him as the Ninth Chief!"
Jiang Xiaobai's face was full of surprise, but he soon felt relieved.
Because he saw endless ridicule on Zhumo's face.
Suddenly, he shook his head helplessly. This guy just wanted to see him defeated, right?
It was just as he thought.
Zhumo really wanted to see Jiang Xiaobai deflate.
When he thought about being at Ji Fengxi's place, he felt angry in his heart.
He couldn't find the exit originally, but he didn't expect this guy to jump up?
He admitted that Jiang Xiaobai's poems were indeed good, but in front of the ancestor, he did not believe that Jiang Xiaobai would not fall into this trap!
"Hey, you're the only one left!"
After Jiang Xiaobai moved away from Zhu Mo, he looked at Nan Yan.
"I...I, Nan Yan, would also like to recognize him as the Ninth Leader!"
As Nan Yan's voice fell, everyone present started talking again.
Ninth leader?
You must know that the number of times this Ninth Chief appears is very rare, and can only be counted on one hand.
Unexpectedly, another one appeared this time?
And this... why does it feel like a bit of a joke?
One agreed, and the other seven also agreed?
Isn’t that too casual?
If they had known this, they would have jumped up and showed their faces.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't know what he was thinking below, so he looked directly at the eight ancestors with different expressions and said, "Am I qualified now?"
After he finished speaking, the ancestor of poetry gently responded: "Yes, then you plan to challenge the piano music like the two of them?"
"No no no!"
As soon as the ancestor who wrote the poem finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, looked at the ancestor who wrote the poem, smiled, and said word by word: "What I want to challenge is... your eighth ancestor!