Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1432 The sound of the piano intersects and the uninvited guest

Zhang Yan ignored everyone and walked directly to the four leaders.

"Zhang Tianzun, I'm telling you a joke this time. It's true that the four major alliances gathered here because the Zhengyang Sect is not as good as us, hoping to win the rare treasure."

Yan Zushi sighed.

"This really can't be said to be moral."

Luo Tianze echoed.

Wang Chong said nothing, already understanding in his heart that Zhang Yan's strength was far beyond what he could match.

The reason why I don't want to pay attention to him is because his strength is simply beyond the reach of Zhang Yan.

Ning Wanqiu cupped her hands and said, "Zhang Tianzun, although this has caused some unpleasantness, I hope Tianzun will not take it to heart. In the future, if Tianzun is interested, our four major alliances will always welcome Tianzun to come!"

"Yes, welcome to the Heavenly Lord!"

……

After everyone complimented him, Zhang Yan took advantage of the wind and left.

Looking down, I saw mountains and rivers of extraordinary beauty. Between the flowing clouds, the red clouds were like flying, and the waterfalls were like flying horses, reflecting the seven-color light curtain.

The curling sound of the piano is played so otherworldly.

Hearing this, Zhang Yan felt excited in his heart.

He dodged and entered the water waterfall, forest spring.

But I saw towering green trees all around, orchids in the empty valley, and the singing of birds and animals, which contrasted with each other.

There was no one around, but the ethereal music could be heard coming up from the waterfall and floating down.

Sometimes the string sound is urgent, going straight up to nine o'clock, but sometimes it is low and slow, like mercury flying out.

The priorities are really well-chosen, and it's really fascinating.

Zhang Yan was so excited that he stepped on the soft soil and slowly found his way up.

After the song ended, Zhang Yan had already reached the top of the waterfall.

Scattered light projected in from the gaps in the woods and turned into spots of light all over the ground. When the wind blows, the light and shadow sway, blurring and changing.

Zhang Yan stood there for a long time, as if the lingering sound lingered in his ears for three days.

"Just now our Qin Yin fight has turned upside down. I thought it was an expert coming to visit, but I never thought it was a young boy."

The person who spoke was an old man who looked to be about sixty or seventy years old.

But I saw that he was dressed in white, without any mottled colors, his hair was like silver threads flying around, and he looked like an immortal.

"I was passing by on the galloping wind, and suddenly I heard the sound of the piano, which seemed to come from the sky. I was so excited that I came to make trouble."

Zhang Yan smiled lightly, showing no fear at all.

"Boy, how about you listen to this song!"

Suddenly, the sound of the piano was released like the Milky Way, and in the midst of the noise, murderous intent surged wantonly, and a section of Zhang Yan's black hair was actually cut off!
  However, instead of moving, Zhang Yan sat on the meadow, looking extremely calm.

Then, no matter how loud the music sounded and how fierce the murderous aura was, it could no longer penetrate Zhang Yan at all!
  After the song ended, the old man's cold sweat suddenly fell from his forehead.

"Hahahaha!"

A burst of hearty laughter made forest birds fly in fright, and the sound shook the forest.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that even Fang Weng Tianzun couldn't withstand the sound of my piano. You kid, you actually acted like nothing happened. You are indeed a master!"

As soon as the old man said this, Zhang Yan burst out laughing, "Senior, the sound of the piano is so high that it makes people feel soothed. How can it be that they can't resist it?"

"You kid, do you know that my music is called Killing Qianyue?"

The old man raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled very freely.

"Kill Qianyue?"

Zhang Yan was puzzled.

"This song not only hides a wonderful sword technique, but also has a cold sword intent." The old man said.

(End of this chapter)