"Who is this person? So rude!" When Lang Lang passed by this young contestant, he felt the indifference between his expression and thought with some displeasure.

In his impression, this person should be one of the six contestants in China, but he knew the others, and only Lang Lang was not very familiar with him, and he did not deliberately pay attention to the list of contestants.

But Lang Lang doesn't think the other party doesn't know him. He doesn't say humbly that there are probably not many people in the professional piano circle in the world that have not heard of their names. The reason why the other party's attitude towards him can only be said that the other party does not value him much in his heart.

Of course, everyone has a time when they are young and frivolous, and the same is true for Lang Lang. But young and frivolous must have a degree and always maintain a minimum respect for their seniors. This is a moral that must be followed in any industry. Lang Lang does not have to care about this etiquette, but the person's eyes make him feel very uncomfortable.

Of course, he is not a young man in his twenties now. When he reaches middle age, his mentality gradually matures. This is reflected in his performance, and it can be seen that he is not as sharp as before, but is becoming more and more grand and deep.

Of course, what he didn't know was that this Chinese player who didn't know his name was not because he looked down on him, but because he didn't look down on him at all!

In Chen Hao's eyes, there was only one opponent in this competition, that was Chu Yang. Although the rest of the people were well-known in the global music scene, in his opinion, they were all just like Err!

After getting in touch with Ledao, Chen Hao's mentality changed tremendously. In the past, he looked at the famous pianists and felt that they were above the altar, high above and cannot be touched. But now his mentality has completely turned over and turned into standing at a high place to look down at them!

After all, no matter how outstanding a mortal is, he cannot compete with the "God". Today he wants to let these ordinary people see what real piano music is! What is the power of real music!

Chen Hao walked onto the stage with a brisk look, with a sense of arrogance!

Grafman sat in the middle and looked at the young Chinese player quietly. The other party obviously noticed him, but his eyes were full of pride.

"This young man's eyes are very sharp!" Grafman said softly in his heart when he saw this young man for the first time.

Off the stage, thousands of viewers watched the Chinese contestant appear, but they only responded with applause in courtesy, which was much different from the treatment he just gave Lang Lang. After all, Chen Hao was just an unknown contestant, even though he and Lang Lang were both Chinese.

Luo Hongmei looked through the information in her hand and it showed that the young contestant was a junior from the piano department of the Central Conservatory of Music. She was not surprised that the students of the Central Conservatory of Music could reach the quarter-finals. After all, in this circle all year round, Luo Hongmei was a little clear about the teaching level of the Central Conservatory of Music. However, this contestant did not have much fame before. The awards from several domestic and foreign competitions they had won were all ordinary small competitions and had no weight. So Luo Hongmei believed that this contestant was just coming to the Masters Cup to see the world.

If you are lucky, you may be able to reach the semi-finals. However, if you continue to move on, it may be much more difficult. After all, many of the players in the Masters Cup are world-class pianists who have been famous for a long time. Needless to say, Lang Lang, such as the United States and Russia, have strong players participating.

"This Chen Hao is a little strange today." Chu Yang looked at Chen Hao who was walking to the piano from one side. Somehow, he felt a familiar aura on the other party, but he wanted to catch something but found that he had no clue.

"What's wrong? Do you know each other?" Lang Lang, who had already participated in the competition, sat casually beside Chu Yang and chatted with him.

His quarter-final mission has been completed, and the final score is as high as 9,876 points, which can ensure that he can reach the semi-finals with no problem, so his expression is very relaxed at this moment.

Lang Lang and Chu Yang were very good at chatting. Although the relationship between the two was a bit subtle because of a previous bet, it did not prevent the two from becoming friends. After all, in music, the two have common topics.

"You said Chen Hao? You know each other. We are from the same school. When we came here to participate in the competition, we had a little friction." Chu Yang saw Lang Lang asking about this, and smiled and told the story.

"You mean you won the qualification that belonged to him in the school selection competition? This is really interesting. So, he doesn't hate you very much? By the way, if you get his qualification, how did he get his qualification?" Lang Lang asked strangely.

"It's nothing. I didn't come in through the back door. The quota should be given to the person who has the most strength to compete for the championship, right? As for his recommender, I don't know much about it. Anyway, there are not only one person in the world who has the qualifications to recommend, and he may also know others," Chu Yang explained.

While the two were talking, Chen Hao on the stage was already sitting in front of the piano and started playing!

His arms suddenly raised, and he naturally fell towards the keys. When his ten fingers just touched the keys, a burst of arpeggio chords like a storm suddenly rushed out of his fingertips!

In an instant, the entire concert hall seemed to be trapped in the sea of ​​anger of the piano, trembling in its roar!

It seemed like a detonated nuclear bomb. The powerful sound stream was centered on the piano in front of Chen Hao and radiated toward the circles around. Every person who heard the sound of the piano could not help but be tightly grasped by the power in the sound of the piano at this moment!

"This is the number six of "Hungarian Rhapsody". Oh my god, how could he play..." Langlang blurted out, but just as he was halfway through his words, he closed his mouth!

This kind of music that seemed to hit the heart gave him so much shock!

Lang Lang has been learning piano since elementary school and has been around for nearly thirty years. His familiarity with the piano is like his familiarity with his body. But now, the sound of the piano he hears seems to have completely changed his understanding of the piano for thirty years!

Is this still the sound of the piano?

The accent like beating a drum, the colorful color that cuts through the sky like lightning! The music was like an invisible big hand, tightly grasping his heart, making him even feel a little difficult to breathe!

What kind of playing technique is this? How can the piano make such a sound?

For a moment, he even suspected that he and the other party were not playing the same piano!

The eleven judges on one side of the stage now felt exactly the same as Lang Lang's feelings. They have heard this song "Hungarian Rhapsody No. 6" countless times. But never once could bring them such shock!

Under the stage, thousands of viewers were shocked by such piano sounds! They felt like a small boat in the sea, swaying and might be flooded by the ocean of music at any time!

This rhapsody really plays the rhapsody temperament, the kind of fanaticism that is arrogant and arrogant, and who else can do anything else!

Chen Hao in front of the piano had an almost crazy mood. His hands were undulating on the keys like phantoms. Every note and every chord were used to incorporate the music of the sound of killing. Although he had just started, and although his little bit of cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage was still ridiculous like a baby when faced by a real cultivator, for ordinary people, the works played with this new technique were enough to shock them!

"Chu Yang. I want you to look good! I want you to take a good look, who is the real king of piano!" There was a hint of fanaticism and even a bit hideous in Chen Hao's expression!

"The sound of killing! This is the wish of killing!" In Chu Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, the three piano spirits almost blurted out!

In fact, without them, Chu Yang had already heard something wrong. After all, he was a powerful cultivator with his soul cultivation level that had reached the God-Divine Distribution Stage, and was extremely familiar with the basic law and willingness of the Le Shen Le. As soon as Chen Hao's piano sound came out, he immediately heard the sound of killing in it!

Chu Yang suddenly stood up from his seat with a "wow" and his eyes were like torches, staring straight at Chen Hao on the stage!

"The sound of killing!" On such an occasion, hearing the sound of the piano containing the sound of killing, the shock and surprise brought to Chu Yang was undoubtedly huge!

His eyes were filled with huge surprises! Chen Hao actually knew the sound of killing. Did he get the horn string?

If it weren't for the fact that the competition was still in the moment, Chu Yang would have rushed forward and grabbed Chen Hao and asked to understand!

Chu Yang stared at Chen Hao who was playing on the stage, quietly feeling the sound of killing and striking from his piano!

It's not wrong, it's definitely a sound of killing. Although there are some differences in the general introduction of Tongle Shen Jue, that feeling is not wrong. Chu Yang believes that the sound of killing that Chen Hao has performed is definitely from some unique secret techniques of Jiaoxian! He also felt this way when he saw Gong Xian and Shang Xian before. They had some differences in the secret techniques of every sound they spoke and the general introduction of Tongle Shen Jue. This is not to say that the method is wrong, but as the string itself, their understanding of their natal piano music is much deeper and more unique.

Chu Yang's breathing became a little rapid. He didn't expect that if he just participated in a Master's Cup, he would have such unexpected gains!

After listening to Chen Hao's performance patiently, Chu Yang had no impression of the two works he performed next. All his attention was collectively on his killing sound!

Chu Yang noticed that the sound of killing in Chen Hao's piano was relatively weak, but it could have a low-level impact on people's mind. Moreover, in the following performance, the sound of killing in the piano became weaker and weaker, which should be because his cultivation was no longer enough to support the performance. Even when Chu Yang heard the last, the sound of killing in his piano had completely disappeared, but was supported by his own skills!

"This person's cultivation is not high, and at most he only has the Qi Refining Stage. His understanding of the sound of killing is very weak. In addition, I did not feel the aura of the horn in him!" Aoki's words sounded in Chu Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Yang kept calling this dark piano body Mutou until one day he accidentally called it out. The latter got angry and emphasized that he was the essence of wood raised by the Chaos Treasure, not a little wood. Later, Chu Yang realized that this guy was called Qingmu.

Now Aoki's attitude towards him is still not friendly, and he always shows a tone of teaching his younger generations a lesson. Fortunately, Chu Yang is used to it. Although the other party is just a piece of wood, he is also a chaotic treasure that has been spent countless years, and is the existence of a super bull b traversing countless planes. It is no big deal to be big in front of him.

"That means, Miss Kou'er is not on him?" Chu Yang asked with some disappointment.

Jiaoer is just a Qin Ling, the same as Gong'er, and Shang'er. Chu Yang of course knew that Qin Ling had no gender distinction, but because of the different attributes of the piano keys and the body, they reflected a certain gender tendency. This tendency was directly reflected in the form they transformed. However, whether it was Gong'er or Shang'er, they were all women in terms of form, so Chu Yang was used to calling them, adding a word "girl".

"It's definitely not here, but that girl Kaoru must know your existence." Aoki snorted coldly.

"Since I know my existence, why...how..." Chu Yang said this, as if he didn't know how to express it.

"Why don't you come to find you?" Aoki said angrily.

Looking at Chu Yangen, Aoki continued, "Do you think every Qinling spirit has such a good temper? When you see it, you will recognize your master, and then teach you all the secret techniques for free?"

Chu Yang did not answer this sentence, but muttered in his heart: "Isn't this supposed to be the case? At least he is now considered the current sect leader of the Leshen Sect. Even if his cultivation is a little lower, he is still the master of Wuyinqin."

"Chu Yang, this girl Jiao'er has some personality. If she has something to offend you, please don't blame him too much." Gong'er's gentle voice sounded in Chu Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Yeah, personality? What does it mean?" Chu Yang was a little confused by Gong Er's words.

"Hehe, Sister Jiaoer is not easy to mess with. Sect Master, you should be careful when you meet her in the future." Shang'er still looked like a little girl without any scheming, but the meaning she expressed was similar to Gong'er. From the words of the two, Chu Yang heard a meaning: it seemed that this Jiaoer was a bit difficult.

Chen Hao's performance has ended, but at this moment, there is silence on and off the court. The audience who were impacted by this brand new music were still immersed in the auditory experience that they had never felt before!

"No matter what, I'll know when I ask him later." Chu Yang's eyes stared firmly at Chen Hao on the stage and said softly! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!