A young man who was just a young man who had just emerged from the world unexpectedly obtained the inheritance of ancient powers and then dominated the world for a while. This is what warriors at the bottom of the Fengyun World yearn for the most.

Not to mention Wang Hong and others who were eating and chatting, they stood nearby and waited for instructions. After listening to the conversations of several people, their faces became even more unsightly.

These people actually knew that the boss of Zhonghua Pavilion was Wuming!

However, although this person is a waiter, he has been in the world for more than ten years, and he is not as cunning or patience as he is.

He made a secret gesture to the shopkeeper first, and then walked quietly to the back room.

"These people probably came in bad ways, and they actually knew the identity of our boss!"

When the shopkeeper also came to the back room, the waiter immediately repeated the content of the conversation between the few people.

"You keep going to the lobby to stare, I'll go and discuss with the boss!"

After hearing the waiter's words, the shopkeeper was also a little surprised. He mistakenly thought that the few people were enemies coming to the door, so he hurriedly left Zhonghua Pavilion from the back door and walked towards the Wuming residence not far away.

Just as Wang Hong and others were about to eat, the gate of Zhonghua Pavilion slowly closed, and a erhu sound like crying suddenly rang out from the back of the lobby.

The Erhu is melodious and graceful, full of sorrow, desolation, and sorrow, and is about to break and connect, floating.

The faint sound of the erhu made the people in the lobby unable to help but immerse themselves in it, forgetting everything, as if the fame and fortune in the world could be abandoned at will.

Even at this moment, the Sword Saint had a little urge to let go of his past grievances and completely escape from the world.

"Dong, dongdong, dongdongdong..."

Just as everyone was about to be brainwashed by the erhu sound, a deep, thick, domineering drum beats filled with the battlefield's killing aura suddenly resounded throughout the world, and the wind and clouds changed color!

Wang Hongzheng sat on the wine table with a serious face, tapping the table with two wooden chopsticks.

But under the influence of his extremely strong mental power, the sound of wooden chopsticks hitting the table became a giant drum on the battlefield, like thunder rolling, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Wang Hong's musical attainments are very average, but he has learned a unique skill in Dongwuzhou - the magical technique.

This method can use mental power to play music in other people's ears.

Originally, this was just an entertainment technique, but after Wang Hong combined with the Heart-Striving Great Technique to modify it, it became a powerful sound attack method.

The people who were just affected by the sound of the erhu and were in great depression soon recovered under Wang Hong's fierce drum beat.

Mingyue, Aotian, and several young men from Zhonghua Pavilion were all eager to try at this moment, their faces were red, and their blood seemed to be almost boiling.
Chapter completed!