No one answered the man in red mask.1 1

At this time, Nangong Liye said softly, "This ballad is free and mysterious, and it implies the immortality of the world. It is quite a good ballad."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Shangguan Luo Ri's mouth. "Ah Chen always likes to be mysterious like this."

"Ah Qing likes to be cool. Don't let your reputation as the best young master in the world be ruined!" Su Moqin said happily.

"You guys are making fun of you behind my back again, I must tell him." Tang Mofeng smiled proudly, and successfully made Su Mochen's eyes startle.

And at this moment, behind the four high arenas, a handsome noble man suddenly appeared, with a long green Xiao on his lips, walking casually on the water, singing with a sweet voice, his long black hair in the drizzle. Exuding a faint mist, he was dressed in a snow-white robe, and he was extremely handsome. There is such a beautiful young man in the world!

What is strange is that he is playing the flute, so where does this singing sound come from?

Nangong Liye glanced at the man and couldn't help but frowned. Why was he wearing a silver-white mask? Although he was as handsome as an immortal, his beautiful face was covered up.

This noble young master floated up and down the river in a high-spirited manner, with a melodious whisper on his lips, a wandering demeanor, a bright expression, and a pure and mysterious air of immortality in his every move, which made people feel ashamed.

"I didn't expect that the number one young master in the world would actually appear at this time." Nangong Chaoqun said as he looked at his nephew Shen Qingmei who was showing off in the sky above the Lake of Tears.

"When did Qingmei learn ventriloquism? And she actually uses it to sing?" Xi Tianjiao also showed a faint smile.

When Shen Qingmei came to the center of Wulei Lake, he suddenly saw Nangong Liye standing in the middle of the lake. He actually nodded gently towards Nangong Liye. Nangong Liye stood as cold as ever, his whole person suspended. Over the Lake without Tears.

Because of the explosion, Nangong Qingyin had already arrived at the shore and stood among the crowd.

"Man in white mourning clothes, what are you bragging about? You're making a lot of noise." The man in red mask shouted at Shen Qingmei.

"Brother, what is your purpose of disrupting the gathering of heroes held by the five great families for no reason?" Shen Qingmei took off the long Xiao from her lips and said gently.

"I can come when I want and leave when I want. Who are you?" The man in the red mask was very rude. "What? You want to fight? I'll accompany you."

Shen Qingmei frowned slightly and looked at the vulgar man in red mask in front of him. He slowly pulled out a long sword from his sword. Even in this action of drawing the sword, he did it without any hint of fireworks. Qi moves like clouds and flowing water.

A burst of women's screams instantly erupted from the shore.

Nangong Liye thought to himself, thinking that Shen Qingmei is even more popular than Xi Tianjiao.

Above the sharp blade of the long sword, a layer of cold light spreads out gently. In the drizzle, it blooms like cool wings, with an indistinct loneliness and a sense of resignation. People are surprisingly weak.

The speed of the sword light was extremely slow, and there was no sharp sound of wind. It was softer than the petals on the branches, and clearer than Shen Qingmei's Xiao Yin. However, it was so slow, such a gentle sword, but it penetrated the thin rain curtain and swept across it. After passing the electric light of the man in the red mask, it seemed that what the man in the red mask touched was not the sharp sword energy, but just a clear phantom.

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