"Damn it! Everyone is waiting for you. It takes an hour for each person, and tens of thousands of people are tens of thousands of hours!"
Wen Zicheng pointed at him and reprimanded angrily.
Yang Qingxuan glanced at him, and said: "Don't you know that in the same dimension, the time of a single object cannot be repeatedly accumulated and calculated? Your IQ... is still coming to the top 16? Go back to the classroom and read more."
"you… !"
Wen Zicheng was a little confused, he didn't understand what Yang Qingxuan said, and he didn't know how to refute.
The rest of the people mostly glanced at him coldly and stopped paying attention.
Yi Kun whispered: "Dean, can we start now?"
Qing Buli looked at Yang Qingxuan with surprise in his eyes, and found that Yang Qingxuan's cultivation base had improved, smiled in satisfaction, and said, "Let's begin."
Wu Hao walked up to the ring with the harp in his arms, and said slowly: "I will play a piece of Jiuxiao Tianbo later, you can use various methods to resist, if you can't hold it, you will be eliminated."
"Understood."
Everyone responded in unison.
Wu Hao sat cross-legged in the air, with the harp placed by his side, and stretched out his hand to pluck the strings. Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately recognized that it was the Shadowless Finger. A circle of sound waves surged from Wu Hao's fingertips and entered the ring superior.
Everyone's eardrums shook, and there was a buzzing sound in their heads, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Qingxuan was also surprised. The tone was very familiar, but it contained true energy, which made people's blood surge.
Wu Hao's second finger popped out again, and the air spread out like water patterns, falling on everyone with a magnificent momentum.
Twenty-five people, all sitting cross-legged, began to use their kung fu to resist.
Yang Qingxuan was also running the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic, making a tactic with one hand, and a green glow bloomed from his body, blocking the sound wave.
Qing Buli showed a strange expression on his face, with his eyesight, he could see that the handprint of the martial arts scripture was very strange.
"Yikun, look at the seal in Yang Qingxuan's hand..."
Qing Buli asked sideways, Su Ze and Si Feiyu beside him were also paying close attention.
Yi Kun looked at it for a while, then pondered: "This method of making seals seems to be very ancient."
Qing Buli nodded and said: "That's right, this kid has a lot of secrets, and that green light is very extraordinary."
The tens of thousands of onlookers around the arena could also hear the wonderful sound of Wu Hao playing the piano. It was vast and magnificent, full of enthusiasm, but it didn't feel difficult to support, but it was very comfortable to hear.
On the other hand, there were twenty-five people in the arena, and many of them began to frown.
"Boom!"
Suddenly a person stood up in the arena, stomped his feet, shattered the stone bricks, a domineering aura emanated from his body, and a beast-like roar came out of his mouth!
The veins on the man's forehead bulged, his fists burst with true energy, and he began to punch on the ring.
Every time he punched out, he created a wave of air to counteract the sound wave.
Although the fist was mighty, but the punches became slower and slower, and his burly body kept trembling.
"Boom!"
Finally, after punching, he couldn't bear it any longer, spewed out a mouthful of blood, was hit by the counter-shock force of the sound wave, flew out of the ring, fell hard to the ground, and kept vomiting blood.
On the arena, another person screamed "Ah", his eyes turned red, and he flew up into the air, holding a knife in both hands and slashing at Wu Hao.
"Hey! Is he crazy?!"
"Having been invaded by sound waves, he has lost his self-awareness, leaving only instinctive resistance."
In the audience seats, You Ye leaned comfortably on the chair, talking disdainfully.
The two short knives turned into two blue lights in the air, and cut towards Wu Hao like horns.
Wu Hao didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to pluck the strings. A sound wave spread around his body and hit the two short blades. "Bang! Bang!" out.
In a short period of time, two students were eliminated.
The students around couldn't feel the danger in the venue at all, they were immersed in the magnificent melody and enjoyed it very much.
You Ye also followed the melody, tapped his fingers, and looked around the twenty or so people in the ring, and suddenly fell on a student, smiled lightly, and said: "Hang up another one."
As soon as he spoke, the student spat out a mouthful of blood. Without any warning, he just fell on his back and passed out.
After half a stick of incense time, two more people were eliminated.
Many people on the field became restless and lost their previous composure.
Two students immediately stood up, waving their swords in the air, resisting the attack of the sound wave. Among them was a man of flowers and trees, but not long after, he was also shaken out of the field by the sound wave.
Among the flowers and trees, there were three people left in the arena. Zuo Heng sat calmly, like a clay sculpture, without any expression.
One-eyed was sweating coldly on his forehead, dripping down.
The makeup Meijuan smeared on her face was washed away by sweat, and she let out a soft panting sound, as if she was extremely hot, and her cheeks were flushed.
In the entire arena, there were only seven or eight people, less than half, who were truly calm and unaffected.
"Um?"
Suddenly, You Ye's tapping fingers stopped, his pupils shrank, and a light shot out.
Qing Buli also trembled with her fingers, and opened her eyes wide in surprise, only to see that Yang Qingxuan's handprints were also shaking, showing some signs of exhaustion.
"No, Brother Qingxuan is about to lose his hold!"
In a corner outside the arena, Jingjing was full of nervousness, she shook Wen Wen's hand suddenly, and immediately noticed that Wen Wen's arm was trembling, as nervous as her.
Wen Wen comforted her and said: "Don't panic, it's over if you eliminate two more people, Yang Qingxuan will definitely be able to handle it. Look at the other people, that woman, that man, and that one, they are all much worse than Yang Qingxuan It's gone." She stretched out her hand and pointed indiscriminately.
Jingjing nodded firmly, and said, "Well, I believe Brother Qingxuan will be fine!"
In the audience, Su Ying was also extremely nervous. She followed Wu Hao to learn music, and naturally understood the power of the sonic attack. Once it touched her heart, it would be difficult to carry it on. Now she only hopes that the other few people can't bear it before Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan's handprint trembled for a while, and finally changed. The thumb of his right hand intertwined with the middle finger, lifting it in the air.
The closed eyes also suddenly opened, as bright as stars, there is no sign of disorder at all.
"He is..."
Qing was startled, as if thinking of some possibility, her eyes widened.
Yi Kun also frowned and said, "This fingering..."
"Zheng—"
Suddenly, a melodious sound of piercing the air came out from under Yang Qingxuan's fingertips, forming a ripple that rippled around.
The ripples and Wu Hao's melody stirred together, forming a resonance, changing into another sound, turning the magnificent tune into a gold and iron horse, and the sluggish sound of killing exploded on the ring, spreading all around Agitation.
"Poof! Poof!"
There were two people who couldn't hold it any longer, were shot out with a mouthful of blood, and flew out.
(end of this chapter)