Chapter 779

Ah Kun was not happy and shouted, "I sing my song. Why do you bother me? Ah, the bitch opposite looks, looks, looks, do you know you are really cheap?!"

Ah Kun adapted the song again, which makes no sense.

The saint couldn't bear it. The jade hands pointed out again and again, and stones were thrown over, beating ah Kun all over her head.

People near the ferry couldn't bear it. They scolded one after another. Some of them were grumpy and rolled up their sleeves and rushed over and beat them fat.

Ah Kun jumped left and ran right. However, there were too many enemies. He was soon surrounded and beaten on the ground.

Ah Kun screamed and couldn't continue to sing: "shit, you take it easy, little leaf, where are you? Don't come to escort me soon!"

Ye Qing raised her mouth: "protect your sister? Why don't you go to heaven?"

Seeing that ah Kun was beaten violently, Ye Qing was even a little happy. It was impossible to escort him. He didn't bother to pay attention to ah Kun directly.

With a move in mind, Ye Qing came out more and more. He was ready to show his voice. He had figured out what to sing and promised to shock the audience as soon as he spoke!

After a period of competition, a group of amazing Tianjiao have been selected. Master Ju and master Ma are one of them. They are both famous in the battlefield of thousands of countries. They are powerful against the sky, and they are all-round talents, generalists and good at a variety of auxiliary skills. Music is one of them.

In the previous competition, master Ju and master Ma have made outstanding achievements and been recognized by the saint. Together with Abbot xuanzhi, they seem to be three dazzling stars!

With the passage of time, it was finally Ye Qing's turn to appear. He stepped forward and was preparing to sing. Suddenly, abbot xuanzhi's strange voice floated: "boy, you just have the triple realm of life wheel. It's no different from mole ants. Don't make a fool of yourself. I don't believe you can sing."

Abbot xuanzhi tilted his eyes, and his face was full of sneers. It was obvious that he couldn't get along with Ye Qing.

Previously, Ye Qing blocked his way and dared to call him a bald donkey. He kept this account in mind!

As the saying goes, you have to pay it back sooner or later. Although Abbot xuanzhi is a monk, in fact, vengeance must be reported, which is more cruel than thieves!

"Bald donkey, you're still interesting. Who said that you can't sing in the triple realm of the life wheel? Who stipulated it? Besides, your NIMA NIMA coax song, what's that? It's rubbish. I guess the saint's ears are pregnant!" Ye Qing sneered. Regardless of Abbot xuanzhi's ridicule, he went straight to the front of the Ziwu sea ferry.

Abbot xuanzhi's face turned red when he heard the speech. He was in a very bad mood. As a monk, he should avoid greed, anger and infatuation, but Abbot xuanzhi's temper was obviously bad and easy to get angry.

"Smelly boy, wait for me. I'll clean you up later!" Abbot xuanzhi shouted.

"I said mentally retarded, can you stop? You don't speak, no one treats you as a mute!" Ye Qing said impolitely.

Abbot xuanzhi's face sank: "boy, who do you say is mentally retarded?!"

Abbot xuanzhi couldn't bear it. He was a famous monk in the superior empire. He must have nothing to do with the word "mental retardation". If the other party dared to scold him for his mental retardation, it was a kind of red fruit humiliation.

"Why, abbot xuanzhi, for short, mentally retarded, I seem to be right?" Ye Qing said with a smile.

Abbot xuanzhi's face turned black and he was speechless. According to Ye Qing, it was really all right, concise and comprehensive, no problem!

"Dear audience, friends on the left and friends on the right, Hello!" Ye Qing said hello to the nearby audience.

After hearing Ye Qing's words, the audience was full of disdain. They didn't take Ye Qing seriously at all. In their hearts, Ye Qing couldn't be recognized by the purple fog sea saint. He didn't look like a person who can sing.

Ye Qing amused herself, suddenly grinned and began her own singing.

Only listen to a melodious music, echoing in people's ears, incomparably shocking, which makes people look stunned. It's the first time in life to hear such a funny song.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven melons on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, Lalalala!"

Ye Qing's funny singing voice makes people look confused and forced. They don't know what ye Qing is singing. Other people's singing is either affectionate or impassioned, and they don't know what it is. It's like a song heard by children. It's too childish.

Ye Qing's song is not finished. It's still tinkling, tinkling, tinkling. The people at Ziwu sea ferry are completely stunned. It's unidentified.

They lived for thousands of years, and it was the first time they heard such funny music.

"I'll go, boy. Stop and stop singing, will you? My ears are going to explode!"

"Smelly boy, I beg you. Stop singing. I can't stand it!"

"Shit, what wonderful music? I'm really convinced. Your highness, can you bear it?"

Near the ziwuhai ferry, the crowd was excited, and they were very unhappy with Ye Qing, mainly because the songs sung by Ye Qing were too wonderful and ugly, which refreshed their understanding of music.

At this moment, on the purple fog ark, the saint's face is black. As an expert who has enjoyed many elegant classical music, she can't bear to hear Ye Qing's gourd baby!

Not to mention the funny lyrics of huluwa, the emphasis of wonderful flowers is the cheap expression on Ye Qing's face when singing, which makes it difficult for the saint to tolerate!

"Shut up! Stop singing!"

The saint's face was cold. She couldn't stand it at last. She opened her mouth to stop Ye Qing and didn't want Ye Qing to continue singing. This wonderful song is an insult to her ears!

"Why? My gourd baby hasn't finished singing!" Ye Qing was unhappy. Instead of stopping singing, her voice became louder.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, Lala Lala, jingle, Dongdong, gourd baby, great ability, Lala Lala, gourd baby, gourd baby, great ability!"

Magic songs echoed in the purple fog sea ferry, and everyone was messy in the wind. Hearing this funny music, it simply subverted the three outlooks and doubted life.

"Stop!"

The saint couldn't hold her breath. The jade hand waved and condensed an ice, which broke through the air and directly stabbed Ye Qing's body.

"I'll go. I won't let you sing and beat people. Saint, are you wrong? It's your honor to hear my perfect voice. It's good to confiscate your money!"

Ye Qing turned her eyelids, stepped on the wandering Taixu step, avoided the fierce blow of the saint, and then continued to sing!