The Le Ji still closed her eyes tightly, not moving at all.

Zhuge Junyou thought and punched Le Ji in the air. The true energy in his body formed a red-eyed wolf more than three meters long, bombarding the pipa in Le Ji's arms.

Le Ji's eyes were opened with her closed eyes, her long eyelashes turned, and a shiny light came out from her beautiful eyes. Then she waved her five green jade fingers and began to play.

clank……

The sound of the pipa, like a metal and stone, sounded. The music at the beginning was very peaceful and central, and the tune was also pleasant, making people feel as if they were leisurely and wandering in famous mountains and rivers.

Zhuge Junyou understood it carefully, picked up the flying wolf scimitar in his hand, and used the hilt of the knife to hit a large bluestone next to it. The sound of the knocking and the sound of the pipa can keep up with the rhythm.

"My son has the talent of a musician!" Zhuge Xiong, the owner of Feilang Villa, said with satisfaction when he saw it.

"Just cut, just beat the beat, and everyone can keep up with the rhythm." The island owner of Lingshe Island next to him said. The island owner is an old woman, and Lingshe Island and Feilang Villa are family friends. Just like the Lingyue Sword Sect and the Fire Sword Sect.

"Fairy Lingxi, you are a master of music theory. What do you think of Leji's song?" Prince Ji Tian walked over and asked An Lingxi.

"The tune of this song is too simple." Fairy Lingxi said, frowned: "But Le Ji plays this song, unlike the music from my Daxia thousands of years ago... My disciple of Qingshi Palace has studied music theory since he was a child and is familiar with music from ancient times to the present, but he has never heard of this song."

"It's strange. Xiaoyao Immortal said that he was enlightened in Zhongshan, why is Le Ji not playing the sound of my Daxia?" Ji Tianxing's expression condensed and he said.

"Maybe I can't study it at Qingshi Palace. After all, Xiaoyao Immortal was an ancient man three thousand years ago, and he was also well versed in music. His cultivation in music should be no less than that of his master." Fairy Lingxi said.

"Yes." Ji Tianxing nodded.

On the field, Le Ji's pipa sound suddenly turned extremely gorgeous. Various rubbing, spitting, stacking, slipping, and vibrato were played together. Le Ji's fingers quickly plucked the strings, forming a series of afterimages of his fingers, which made people unable to distinguish them clearly.

The people present only felt that the music seemed to be like hundreds of birds singing together in the forest, mixed with the howls of tigers and the shouts of monkeys.

It seemed like I had entered a water and land temple, and the pots and pans were tapped together. Although the tone was short and rapid, and various sounds were mixed together, it did not give people a feeling of chaos at all.

I feel that every tone is so real and so beautiful.

"Fairy Lingxi, how do you think the skills of Le Ji's music are better than you?" Ji Tianxing asked.

"I'm not as good as her." An Lingxi said, "I can't do it at all. I can't play so many syllables without errors, and my fingers are not as fast as hers. After all, she is a spirit of the weapon, and my flesh and blood cannot be compared with it."

Zhuge Junyou on the venue encountered a problem at once. Le Ji's rhythm changed too fast, and he could not keep up with the rhythm of hitting stones with a scimitar.

Pick, snap!

Soon, he got out of the rhythm and started to hit randomly.

Le Ji's playing continued, and Zhuge Junyou became more and more anxious... Suddenly, he threw the scimitar to the ground, covered his ears, and started screaming on the ground.

bite……

Le Ji ended her last tone and her fingers stopped. Her eyes were closed, as if she was falling asleep again.

"My ears!"

"My ears!"

Zhuge Junyou seemed to be in great pain and kept rolling on the ground. Then everyone saw two ripples of blood overflowing from his ears.

"What's going on?" Zhuge Xiong rushed over and picked up his son.

"Dad, my ears are deaf!" Zhuge Junyou grabbed his father's sleeve tightly and said in pain.

My son is deaf? Zhuge Xiong's heart trembled, and endless anger suddenly surged into his heart. His eyes looked at Le Ji in the air, revealing the light of hatred.

"The five colors make people blind, and the five sounds make people deaf!" Le Ji opened her red lips lightly and said calmly, "Your son has too many distractions in his heart, which is not suitable for me."

Zhuge Xiong was very angry when he heard this, but he could only try to suppress his anger. The other party was the spirit of the immortal, and he did not dare to act rashly.

"Child, don't worry, dad will ask the best doctor to cure your ears." Zhuge Xiong had no choice but to hold his son and comfort him.

However, Zhuge Junyou couldn't hear his words at all, and continued to say sadly and angrily: "Dad, my heart of Tao has also been killed by her, and the child is over."

"What? Your Taoist heart was also killed!?" Zhuge Xiong held his son, his eyes rippled. Not only was a practitioner deaf, but his Taoist heart was also killed. It was even more cruel than killing him directly.

"The child cannot repay his father's kindness in this life, so he can only wait for the next life." After Zhuge Junyou said that, he actually inserted a scimitar into his chest.

"My child!" Zhuge Xiong screamed to the sky in grief and anger. Suddenly, he left Zhuge Junyou's body and rushed towards Le Ji.

"Brother Zhuge, calm down!" The old woman on Lingshe Island stretched out her hand, her arms were like a flexible snake, and instantly stretched for more than ten meters, pulling Zhuge Xiong back in the air.

"Brother Zhuge, when you attack the spirit of the weapon, you will only sway the tree by shaking it, and you will only save one more life. In front of the immortals, we are all ants."

Zhuge Xiong closed his eyes tightly, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes. In order to seek opportunities in the immortal ruins, they came with full confidence, but they did not expect to end up dead.

Seeing another person dead, the crowd became silent.

They had already understood that this immortal remains was extremely dangerous. It was too difficult to get the opportunity in this immortal remains.

Before coming, they had already expected the danger of the trip. However, they did not expect that the ruins would be so dangerous that two young talents had died just now.

With the lessons of Zhuge Junyou and the casual cultivator, no one dared to act rashly anymore.

However, no one present left, and the opportunity of immortals was too tempting to them. Once they got the opportunity of immortals, it would be equivalent to their practice for decades or even hundreds of years of hard practice.

...

Maple Leaf Town.

Qin Yifan returned home with Uncle Niu’s newly made hoe. It was already afternoon and the sun had already set.
Chapter completed!