The sound of this jade Xiao, the vastness of pure sun, although it blew from afar, it clearly spread to everyone present.
Vibrating 20 or 30 miles with sound, many martial arts masters present can do this.
But if you want to transmit the sound to a distant place, and only to a specific area, few people present can do it.
This shows that the person's control of the sound has reached a point of extraordinary.
"This is Beiming Ning's "Xiaoyaoyou"?" Feng Sanye held his courage, his eyes were full of vibrations.
"The Ning family uses music and martial arts heirs, and only the direct line can practice Xiaoyaoyou. I don't know if it is the Ning family, which son?" Qu Batian was a little excited when he stroked his white beard.
The Beiming Ning Family, that is the first family of the North Ming, is not inferior to the Mo Family of the Nanhai "Transcendent Family" in terms of status.
Even to a certain extent, the Ning family is more powerful than the Mo family.
Because the Ning family is not a hidden family, but a super family of Beiming, with subsidiary strengths all over Beiming.
Wow!
In the distant waters, a keel ship suddenly appeared.
On the splint, a young man in white was holding Yu Xiao in his hand, greeting Shuang Aoxue, playing "Xiaoyaoyou".
As if he could sense the eyes of everyone, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the young man in white clasped his fist and said: "Bei Mingning Xiaoyao, come to Haiyin Island today, want Qu Yan to be his wife, and invite Senior Qu to complete it."
After finishing speaking, the white-clothed boy jumped up, and his whole person was like a big Peng spreading his wings, soaring in the waves, low in the sky.
"This is the supreme trivial skill in Ning's "Xiaoyaoyou", Ling Bo takes a small step!" Feng Sanye's face became more and more ugly.
"Big brother, this kid is so good at light work." Feng Yuanba was a little nervous.
"Feng's'Xiaoyaoyou' was originally known for light work. Second brother, you are born with supernatural power. You don't need to compete with him for speed in a while, you can just drop ten times with one force." Feng Jing said gloomily.
"Yeah." Feng Yuanba nodded and looked around seriously.
The young man in white rushed like the wind, and his movements were extremely chic, and he soon landed on the shore.
"My son, please." Two beautiful maidservants greeted them immediately.
"Thank you two sisters." The white-clothed boy nodded, his face full of handsome smiles.
These two maidservants are very beautiful and read countless people, but they are still intoxicated by the peerless appearance of the white-clothed boy.
"Young Master, I'm afraid this person will be your strong enemy." Next to Mo Jiande, the black-clothed old slave said respectfully.
"It's okay." Mo Jiande stood holding the sword, his eyes full of squinting: "The young master's sword is in hand, although this world is big, who can stop it?"
Under the help of the maid, the white-clothed son Ning Xiaoyao soon came to the foot of the mountain.
In a short while, many young talents came from all directions.
Half an hour later, the foot of the mountain was full of people, full of confident young talents.
"In the four seas, there are so many young masters?" Deng Jiuling swept his eyes, suddenly dumb.
Deng Jiuling understands that there will be many enemies in today's competitor contest.
But what Deng Jiuling still did not expect was that there were so many enemies.
There are a hundred martial arts arrogances on the field, but no one has a martial arts, which is lower than the realm of the martial arts master!
Dang!
However, Deng Jiuling thought about it carefully, but felt that although there were many such people, they were scattered, and there was no one in a city on average.
"Brother Qu, your Qu family is really big this time, and you will have all the talents from all over the world." Turning the iron courage, Feng Sanye's face was not very beautiful.
If only Tianjiao from the land of the South China Sea participated in the battle, even if Mo Jiande appeared, Feng Yuanba would have a chance of winning.
But now, in the land of the four seas, hundreds of martial arts masters gather, which is a bit exaggerated.
In addition, Ning Xiaoyao of Beiming Ning's family, known as "Prince Beiming", is said to have beaten Beiming invincible, and he is a powerful man with the same name as "Prince Nanhai" Mo Yu.
It's just that the Ning family's exercises are known for light work, not offensive power.
Therefore, although Feng Sanye was afraid of Ning Xiaoyao, he was very confident in Feng Yuanba.
It's just that Qu Batian unexpectedly found so many talents, which made Feng Sanye very upset.
"Today the old man chooses his grandson-in-law, naturally, he must find the most suitable one. After all, it is Qu Yan's lifelong event. How can the old man be sloppy?" Qu Batian burst into laughter, smiling very proudly.
Qu Batian is the president of the Martial Arts College of Nanhai University. He has been in Nanhai University for many years and has cultivated countless martial arts talents.
This time Huqu Batian wanted to recruit grandson-in-law, those former martial arts college graduates naturally rushed over.
If there is not enough time, there will probably be more martial arts masters here today.
After another half an hour, no warriors continued to appear around Haiyin Island.
"Master, the auspicious time is here, and the martial arts contest can begin." The butler walked over and said respectfully.
Qu Batian nodded and stood in the Eight Diagrams Pavilion on the top of the mountain, smiling at the young talents at the foot of the mountain:
"Thank you all for giving face to the old man, for coming to participate in today's contest with my Qu family for recruiting relatives."
"Today's martial arts competition is a round of eliminations. Whoever can be the only one who persists to the end will be able to marry Qu Yan."
Hum!
Hearing this, all the young people at the foot of the mountain lit up with excitement.
Although the composer has long said frankly, whoever wins the first prize is the grandson-in-law of the composer.
But these words came out from Qu Batian's mouth, and it still made everyone very excited.
"Grandpa, grandson-in-law is kneeling for you."
Damn it!
A big iron tower man from the Western Regions directly knelt down and bowed his head respectfully to Qu Ba.
Pouch!
In this scene, the smile on Qu Batian's face became stiff and a little angry.
"My son is the young lord of Tianlei City in the Western Regions, his surname is Lei, and his single name is'Benevolence'." The bodyguard on the side said triumphantly.
"Thrilling? Your name is really good, it's really ridiculous."
Click!
A young man with a folding fan laughed and said with a smile.
Hahahaha!
The young people burst into laughter, and the original tense atmosphere eased a lot in an instant.
"Sedum, are you looking for death!" The iron tower man was furious upon hearing this.
"The young master is the young master of the Beiming Tianfeng Pavilion. If you have a temper, come and fight!" The Folding Fan Young Master said disdainfully.
"Quiet!" Qu's housekeeper frowned and couldn't help shouting.
As soon as these words came out, the people who had been noisy at first quieted down again.
After everyone stopped talking, Qu Batian said: "Everyone is a martial arts expert. If you kill directly, after all, the sword has no eyes, and it will inevitably be injured."
"So in order to avoid hurting the innocent, the first few exams are based on literary fighting."
As soon as this word came out, the audience was stunned.
"Senior Qu, we are all martial arts practitioners. You would never let us, holding a writing brush, come to learn magic techniques, right?"
"Yes, yeah, we are all awesome in fighting, but if you want me to write, it's better to kill me."
A few stings began to booze.
"Quiet!" Qu's housekeeper shouted again.
As soon as this was said, everyone's quarrel gradually subsided.
However, everyone's eyes were like a tide, and they all gathered on Qu Batian's body.
Because everyone wants to know what Qu Batian's so-called "Wen Dou" is all about.
In response to the scorching eyes of everyone, Qu Batian's majestic and profound voice resounded across the sky in an instant:
"The so-called'Wen Dou' means that you can test the results of the contest without killing each other."
"The assessment of the first level is very simple, but everyone acts at the same time and climbs the mountain together."
"I give it to everyone, 10 minutes."
"Within 10 minutes, anyone who can climb to the summit square is considered to have passed the assessment."
After speaking, Qu Batian added: "The main test of this level is everyone's endurance and light work."
"The higher the ranking, the higher the passing speed, and the higher the individual score naturally."
"The next few levels will be scored separately if there is no level."
"The person with the highest total score in the end is the winner."
When Qu Batian said this, everyone nodded, feeling that it was fair.
After all, if you were to compete directly, then many people present would not be able to beat Ning Xiaoyao and Mo Jiande.
If it can be divided into multiple levels, and if the scores of each level are superimposed, then every warrior present will have many opportunities.
"Give everyone one minute to prepare, everyone take it well." The butler's old voice sounded afterwards.
As soon as the voice fell, many warriors began to make preparations.
This mountain is four to five kilometers above sea level. The mountain is densely covered with moss and is almost vertical like a cloud. It is very spectacular and difficult to climb.
Qu Batian gave everyone 10 minutes, which was very difficult.
It is naturally not difficult to walk straight and flat for 10 minutes.
But this is mountain climbing, not flat roads!
In the presence, only Ning Xiaoyao and Mo Jiande did not prepare for the exercise.
The martial arts of these two are the highest in the field, and both come from the super family, which is naturally awesome.
What stunned everyone was that there was actually one person in the room who did not prepare for the exercise.
This person is Deng Jiuling.
In an instant, many people's eyes focused on Deng Jiuling.
"Who is this kid? That's it!"
"Too crazy, he really thinks he is from a super family?"
"I've heard of this person. He seems to be called Deng Jiuling, and he is the number one arrogant of the Martial Arts School of Nanhai University."
"What kind of shit, it's just that the tester has broken and crashed, and Mo Yu, the'South Sea Lord', didn't say that he was the number one. Just rely on him? What the hell!"
Hahahaha!
With Deng Jiuling's "privacy" being picked up, many young people present couldn't help laughing disdainfully.
"Boy, hey, say you, come here and beat Laozi on the back." Lei Ren, the Young City Lord from the Western Region Sky Thunder Hammer, pointed to Deng Jiuling and said.
"Lei Ren, why are you bullying people?" The fan boy seemed to hate Lei Ren and couldn't help but shout.
"It's your shit, I like to bully the hillbilly, do you bite me?" Lei Ren said with a laugh.
"This is an average poor boy who wears seven wolves. You are so poor that you want to eat swan meat and marry Miss Qu Yan?" Even Lei Ren's bodyguard sneered at Deng Jiuling. The face is disgusted.
Facing the ridicule of these people, Deng Jiuling disapproved, with a calm expression on his face, just glanced at Lei Ren coldly.
Lei Ren's eyes shrank like a sharp blade, and a bit of chill suddenly surged in his heart.
"Grass, you hillbilly, how dare you wait for me? How am I going to kill you!"
Lei Ren was furious, suddenly drew his sword, murderously rushing to Deng Jiuling.