Chapter 77

"Prince Ye is really good at quyi, and xuanyuanche comes to close it." Cold voice sounded, xuanyuanche has been standing in front of a row of bells and drums Qupai.

The cold voice resounded all over the hall, and those who were still in the sound of the flute in Dugu night suddenly woke up.

Hearing this, one by one did not doubt that they had just heard the way of others. They immediately called out, "north and South twin kings". Only their king wing can compete with Prince Aoyun in this world.

This time, they are going to open their eyes.

In the cheering sound, xuanyuanche holds a small gold drum in one hand and a drum hammer in the other hand, and beats on the gold tripod and leather drum in front of him at the same time.

The clear and crisp sound of gold, the clear and gorgeous sound of big drum, the solemn and dignified sound of two kinds of music that are different from Zhai Ran's, are wonderfully integrated, just like the sound of tiger roaring and dragon chanting.

"Good." When Emperor Xuanyuan Yidun of Tianchen gave a big praise, the bottom cheers immediately became one.

Once the expert reached out his hand, he knew whether there were any. Xuanyuanche's two tones were in unison, and he immediately suppressed the sound of Dugu Ye's flute. The hall was no longer pure and beautiful, but a cloud high curtain, filled with thousands of Qi.

Dugu Ye didn't look back at xuanyuanche, but his indifferent eyes moved slightly. When his voice changed, the flute suddenly rose up like a hawk flying to the sky, rising to the blue cloud. Instead of fighting against the world, he fought against the sky together.

The sound of flute is clear and the sound of drum is thick. In an instant, like two green dragons rising in the air, they circle in the main hall. You come and I go. It's hard to distinguish them.

The lofty Xuanyuan is easy to be full of complacent smiles. They are not defeated by Aoyun. This Xuanyuan gives him a long face, which is Tianchen's long face.

Below the group of ministers are also smiling, that old face excited red.

Sitting on the sandalwood chair, Ryukyu leaned back and looked at xuanyuanche, who was wielding and striking. Her big eyes were bent with a smile. Her xuanyuanche was really wonderful.

The sound of flute is melodious and the golden drum is thick.

Gradually, I don't know who opened the head, or the hands that came out together. The tone permeated the internal power of silk.

The higher the flute, the more the golden drum.

Silk murderous gas permeated in the timbre.

Dugu Ye stood up all the time. There was no wind in the hall, but the light red robe was flying everywhere.