Chapter 259: The already weak relationship is further aggravated
The scene outside the secret realm suddenly exploded.
In the audience:
"Prison Bull!"
"What?! Her zither is actually made of the bones of the Qiuniu tribe?! Oh my God—no wonder the Yuchi siblings changed their expressions when they saw the zither!"
"I heard the demon prince is also here to watch the game. What should I do? Will this lead to a war between the two tribes?"
"No way, no way, that would really make me a sinner for all eternity!"
This brother's concerns are not without reason.
A moment.
On the high building where the elders and heads of the ten major sects were watching the battle, countless eyes were focused on Chen Yuan. They were all afraid that the prince of the demon clan would suddenly explode.
This will further worsen the already fragile relationship between the two ethnic groups.
Chen Yuan, “…”
The Eldar just think too much.
Jing Gan actually knew some inside information. The Wanjian Sect was responsible for handling this matter.
Jing Gan knew that Ruan Wei and the others had had contact with Chen Yuan, but she didn't know that Chen Yuan actually gave Ruan Wei a zither made of prison ox bones!
He didn't even mention Fu Yi and Liu Duzheng from his own sect? Those two unlucky kids.
This is simply the best artifact in the world! Give it away instantly!
Chen Yuan pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Why are you looking at me? It's not me who gave it to you."
He kicked Qin Luo, who was laughing at the side, and said, "Explain it yourself."
After saying that, Chen Yuan closed his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to them.
Qin Luo, "..."
Here we go again.
He rubbed his butt helplessly.
Yuan Yin's red eyes flared up, and he stared at Qin Luo closely, his voice hoarse and crazy, "You gave it to me?!"
Prisoner cow bones!
This is the only true dragon bloodline left in the world of cultivation!
The legendary dragon and phoenix had long since ascended to the celestial realm, and the few surviving descendants of their bloodline had vanished due to difficulties in reproduction.
The Phoenix clan does not marry outside the family, but the Dragon clan is very romantic, otherwise there would not be the Nine Sons of the Dragon.
These are just the nine that are visible.
But dragons are aggressive and belligerent by nature.
In the end, the other eight were all killed in the fight, leaving only the Qiuniu clan, which had the best temper.
Qin Luo was startled by him and shrank back. After a long while, he answered in a low voice: "Yeah."
Yuan Yin was extremely puzzled, "You actually gave it to a sword cultivator?!"
He is still a sword cultivator who doesn't take it very seriously.
He is the best music practitioner in Tongzhou so far, so he can naturally see that Ruan Wei is a little perfunctory about the art of music.
Nothing else to say.
She actually used a divine weapon in close combat?! That's a divine weapon! Can she just smash it?!
What a waste!
Damn it——
"Why not?"
Qin Luo said confidently, "If Sister Fairy wants it, I will give it to her."
His delicate eyebrows were tangled together. Qin Luo didn't like this aggressive uncle very much.
He muttered in a very low voice, "My father's bones, I can give them to whoever I want, what's it to you?"
“…”
Depend on.
So this is your father's bone?
A filial son.
So filial!
This little prince from the demon clan is a spendthrift boy!
By the way, this little prince just asked to see the Fairy Sister. Since the Fairy Sister is Ruan Wei, the relationship between the Penglai Immortal Sect and the demon clan must be extraordinary!
Someone turned his attention to Cui Yanjun.
Cui Yanjun's brows were tightly knitted together. Why hadn't the children in her family ever mentioned this to her?
Cui Yanjun knew that Ruan Wei had such a zither, but she didn't know the origin of the zither, and she didn't know that it was made of prison ox bones.
If she had known this earlier, she should have forced Ruan Wei to practice the piano!
Send her to the cave of the Qin Xiu ancestor in the back mountain to practice her basic skills for ten days to half a month!
Cui Yanjun himself was only average at playing the zither, and was just okay at it.
Their generation was not keen on music, and since she was a girl, Master Han Huan advised her to learn it so that it would be easier for her to pretend when the time came.
Feng Wuya wanted to learn, but as soon as he opened his mouth to his master, Master Han Huan told him to get out.
Feng Wuya had no choice but to go out with a pout.
This was also the reason why Ruan Wei studied music. She wanted to be ethereal and show off, and also to assist her fellow disciples.
Scholars are not afraid of diversity, but they are afraid of having nothing.
Cui Yanjun really didn't expect that Ruan Wei had such a good fate with the artifact.
Even a calm and indifferent person like Cui Yanjun felt that Ruan Wei's hit on the head of the guitar was too violent.
She didn't even dare to think about it. If this scene was seen by the uncle who was responsible for teaching her the art of music, he would probably jump out from the ground and scold Ruan Wei, the unfilial descendant!
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"Bang--"
“——”
“Duang——”
One after another, muffled sounds, louder than the last, echoed throughout this small world.
Ruan Wei's wrists were sore from swinging the piano.
The prison ox was like a groundhog, its head falling down little by little, and it was knocked dizzy.
The three of them were dumbfounded.
Chang Huaijin, the softest-hearted man, turned his head away. Just by watching, he couldn't help but feel the same way and his head ached.
Xiao Xuantong, "Let's give it a quick death."
He didn't think it was cruel, but he felt that this method was a bit inhumane, like lingchi.
Ruan Wei just responded with "OK" and she smashed it harder and harder.
Chi Jin said, "Slow down, don't hit your hands."
If Youying had not recognized her as his master, Chi Jin would have wanted to let him do the smashing to avoid tiring his senior sister.
This kind of rough work should not be done by Ruan Wei.
In Chi Jin's mind, Ruan Wei only needed to sit there and do nothing. She only needed to watch everything else quietly, and that was enough.
Ruan Wei's face was indifferent, "Oh."
Chi Jin, "..."
When did he offend her again today?
…
After this symphony played for a long time, Qiuniu finally lowered its noble head and fell to the ground with a thud.
“Wow.”
Ruan Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath at the head in front of him, whose shape could no longer be distinguished.
Ruan Wei didn’t know whether he was unconscious or not.
Anyway, he's probably dead.
The magic weapon hits the head, and every hit is a good head!
Chang Huaijin swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "Senior Sister, do you still want this zither?"
While asking this question, Ruan Wei's danger level in Chang Huaijin's mind rose by another index.
Ruan Wei raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
She threw Youying aside and carried her on her shoulder.
The silver on Youying's body had long since disappeared, replaced by red blood and white unknown objects, but it was indeed strong enough to leave no trace.
Xiao Xuantong, "Put it down!"
Sometimes he really hopes that his junior brother and junior sister’s personalities can be exchanged.
Could Chi Jin's mysophobia be passed down to Ruan Wei? Huh? Huh?
Which little girl doesn't dislike these things at all, and her expression and heart rate remain calm, as well as the energy with which Ruan Wei swung the piano just now, Xiao Xuantong didn't want to talk about it.
Ruan Wei, "?"
"What are you doing?"
Ruan Wei was already used to Xiao Xuan's occasional outbursts, so she didn't take it too seriously.
Ruan Wei waved her hand and a ball of water vapor condensed. She put Youying into the water ball and washed it for a while, then put Youying back into the mustard bag.
Xiao Xuantong was somewhat relieved to see that she was quite hygienic, "This little girl is teachable."
"?"
Ruan Wei raised his middle finger and said, "Don't take advantage of me here."
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The four of them cleaned up the battlefield together, and then walked out through the stone gate at the end of the road.
After becoming familiar with the alternation of darkness and light, everyone returned to the familiar stone hall.
The stone hall was spacious, with many direct descendants sitting sparsely in the huge hall. At a glance, it seemed that all the ten major sects were there.
There are very few sects that can accommodate five people gathering together.
The Penglai Immortal Sect was the last sect to emerge from the stone gate, and everyone looked at them sideways.
Ruan Wei led his senior and junior brothers to the side and sat in a circle, imitating their example.
The four of them whispered to each other in a very low voice.
Ruan Wei, "Did you see that? Jiang Rongrong and Nan Qiao are the only ones left in Wangxi Valley."
Her eyes lit up, "Let's go grab them... Ahem, come here please!"
Xiao Xuantong, "Be more civilized."
He said righteously, "When it comes to cooperation, we are talking about cooperation with them."
Ruan Wei, “…”
Big Brother, you really are worthy of being the only reliable adult.
It’s different after evolution!
Xiao Xuantong, "The Hehuan Sect has lost Yu Zhichun, and the Xuantian Pavilion has lost a direct descendant."
Chang Huaijin looked around with his head held high. "In Wandan Valley, Shi Fuchan and the twins are still here. In Tianji Tower, Yan Ziqing and Jiang Yu are here. In Fulong Temple, there are only three monks left, and Jiankong doesn't seem to be here. In Kunyin Gate, hey? Mu Sheng is indeed not here, but Ruan Jianjiang and Yuan Chuiyun are here..."
Chi Jin, "The only sects where no one was eliminated were the Wanjian Sect and the Beast Taming Sect."
Ruan Wei clicked his tongue.
If you calculate it this way, the elimination rate of this third competition is really not low.
Just one day.
At least 30% of the direct descendants were eliminated.
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