The voice was covered with a very short voice. I couldn't hear the specificity for a moment. I just subconsciously felt familiar and didn't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't think about those things at this time, and the eyes of the entire hall were looking at him...

An An felt that if he was standing and being watched by a group of people like this, he might have been soaked in cold sweat, but the gentleman still stood there quietly, with his body upright and his eyes calm, and he could not feel any panic at all.

The Qinniu looked a little strange. After looking at Qin Yi for a while, he murmured in a low voice: "The blood of the Father God... although it is very weak... where does it come from?"

Qin Yi smiled and said, "If the king is interested, we will discuss this matter in detail later? What is more important now is the concert, right?"

Prisoner Zhan Yan smiled: "It's reasonable."

Everyone was stunned.

Just passed like this?

It doesn't matter if he doesn't kneel?

The prison bull said lightly: "The people of China do not follow the etiquette in the sea. The blood of the father and the body of the descendants does not worship the children."

The tense atmosphere instantly relaxed, and you could even hear the sound of some people finally making a sigh of relief.

The power of formlessness and the power of a king, even if it has nothing to show, it can naturally make the subordinates extremely depressed. I really don’t know how this Chinese man can talk about it with a relaxed look...

However, these two sentences made Qin Yi's impression of this fat man Niu Zi countless times instantly. A very reasonable Ah Zhai is not arrogant, and it is not good. You can make friends afterwards and share Ah Zhai's experience.

He sat back and waited for the concert to begin.

An An quietly pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Sir, you... are so bold."

Qin Yi smiled and said, "I admire you even more. Such a easy-to-talk Ah Zhai was so angry that he was so angry by your rollers. You are no one else."

An An was extremely embarrassed, and after holding it in for a long time, he asked curiously: "Sir, have you really never kneeled?"

Qin Yi said: "Some."

An Anqi said: "When?"

Qin Yi looked at the front without expression: "When you were in bed with your master's wife."

"Ph." An An blushed and stopped talking.

But an old turtle on the side of the throne said, "The King's concert is held every few years. Everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won't say more. It's still the old rules. Everyone plays music in turn, as long as it is related to music, no matter the instruments, singing, dancing, or cooperation. They either show skills or have novelty, are not demanding, and have no ranking. There is only one, no perfunctory."

Qin Yi nodded when he heard this. This is indeed a love for music, just for music, and has nothing to do with anything else. I imagined before that to make the races flatter or to wrongly accuse others... At least they did not mean it, just to appreciate the music of various races. Of course, it is a praising heart for all races, and secretly compete with each other to win the favor of the king. This is another matter.

Like An An turned into a ground roller, it was obviously regarded as "perfunctory", and it was not surprising that he angered the prison bull... People didn't ask you to perform well. Even if you are familiar with rehearsals, you shouldn't step on your skirt and roll down. If you don't rehearsal, you don't rehearsals, it's not like perfunctory...

God knows that An An is not perfunctory, but that kind of virtue. I just don’t know if this performance will be more normal after his special training on opening the clam shell...

All races are already performing in turn.

The first one to appear was the snail women, who are particularly confident in this regard.

Qin Yi also felt that their conch sounds really good, and their skills were extremely superb, almost like the Tao. It was a bit regrettable. It was still monotonous if you only used conch. If you didn’t listen to it a few times, you would feel very good. But what else would you feel like if you heard you brag for tens of thousands of years like Qin Niu?

Sure enough, the prisoner was on the chair, and the faucet was leaning against the back of the chair and closing his eyes. At first, he shook his head and admired it very much, but after hearing it, he couldn't help but sigh softly, and felt a little disappointed.

He didn't show any signs. After the snail woman finished blowing, he nodded and said, "It's good, there's a reward."

The snail girl happily followed the old turtle to receive the reward, and didn't know what to reward. Next, the familiar sirens started singing.

The singing voice can actually express more than a single instrument, and the sirens' singing voice is even more famous in the world. They are top singers in any era, but unfortunately they still have their shortcomings.

The song of the Siren is biased towards temptation, or sorrow, sorrow, etc. Better images are also thoughts, tranquility, vastness, etc. Don’t expect the Siren to sing any hymns in their mouths, or it’s hard to expect to sing praises of beautiful rivers and mountains. These properties are not the same as the Siren.

Although there are many races in the sea, over tens of thousands of years, their things are really tired of being imprisoned.

As one group of performances was completed, Qin Yi felt a lot more at ease. He and An An might not be skilled enough, but the image of dancing between the two butterflies is indeed lacking in the sea and is definitely useful. There is no need to regard this performance as a performance. In this atmosphere, the meaning of competing with various races is stronger. It is obvious that others have a competing after entering the atmosphere.

With such a long-term influence, most races have also developed a passion for music. Not to mention the pricking bull, others are also looking forward to new products from all races. Since there is no ranking, there is no fight. Once they enter the atmosphere, this is a music exchange meeting for all races.

It was just obvious that Qin Niu's expression was getting more and more disappointed, and he was about to start sighing.

Everyone’s level is very clever, not because they are careless, but they are really tired of it.

A wisp of flute sound floated slowly, as if the mountain breeze was blowing by, the fresh fragrance of flowers faintly dispersed, and there were birds singing in the air.

Just the first note made everyone in the field shudder.

Everyone turned to see where the flute sound came from, and saw the man in blue who had not kneeled just now. He stood up again, flute across his lips, and gave the notes lightly, and his demeanor was leisurely and out of the dust.

A butterfly passed through the flowers, flying up and down, happily and leisurely.

After hearing the sound of the flute, Yuniu couldn't help but turn his head, as if he wanted to see who was behind him. He turned around halfway and then endured it, his eyes were very surprised.

This technique, the entire music theory and the person behind the screen... are completely in line with each other.

Another flute sounded, and another butterfly chased behind him. An An began to reconcile.

"Float" and planted in the flowers.

Qin Yi's cheeks twitched.

Everyone: "..."

Prisoner: "…"

An An's face turned red and he glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, indicating that he would not be nervous, and the sound of the flute became gentler.

It was like the butterfly flying on the flower stretched out its wings and pulled the one that fell down.

After pulling it for a while, the butterfly rolled under the flowers.

"Puff..." Someone laughed out loud.

The prickniu laughed, An An... I came to roll over last time, was he a cute person this time?

But no matter what, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.

Very interesting flute sound, even if the butterflies roll, it is still fun.

Seeing that the Qinniu was not angry, she was laughing, An An calmed down a little, her courage gradually strengthened, and her performance became much more normal. It has to be said that the recent training of opening the clam shell is still very useful. Her acceptance of onlookers is more than one level better than before, and her mentality has calmed down so quickly.

The big butterfly above drilled under the flowers and stretched out its wings to the little butterfly again. The little butterfly drew up and flew out happily. The two butterflies danced on the flowers, and the joyful and lively bird singing and fragrance spread throughout the hall.

In joy, hidden feelings gradually arise, and the little butterfly chases the big butterfly with attachment, flying around and reluctance.

The prisoner nodded when he heard this. The joy of conveying emotions had already been revealed. It was very good to say... He was having fun, but suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind.

The prison bull blinked his eyes and said nothing.

A song is over.

The applause in the hall was like thunder.

It’s not that he plays very well, but in terms of skills alone, he is inferior to everyone. At most, An An just passes the exam. However, the meaning of the fresh butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the image of the various races in the sea, and it really brings unprecedented new ideas to everyone.

Listening to the applause around him, An An was very happy, looking at Qin Yi beside him with a smile, with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

But Qin Yi's face was stiff at this time and forgot to put down the flute on his lips.

In the moment, I felt murderous intent? A very familiar murderous intent is like... like...

At this moment, a gritting voice came from behind the screen: "I knew that the little girl was not as good as her flute skills ten years ago. If I compared myself to myself, I would have regressed to the mud barrie! This song is the worst at this joy! Hurry up and drive them out, and I feel upset to watch it!"

Qin Yi's face turned green.

The prison bull stretched out a pair of short hands, touched his chin and looked at Qin Yi, and said leisurely: "Maybe you all think that this concert is my custom... In fact, this meeting is specially designed for me, Shangqing, and asked her to collect the voices of hundreds of clans. So... since she said that..."

The feather guards who were supposed to be planning to throw the man out looked at each other and were at a loss.
Chapter completed!