Cang Songlin was so angry that he trembled all over and kept cursing: "You are a shameless little thief!"
But Duanmu Chengya, who had been observing for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly caught Ye Hong's last words and shouted in a deep voice: "My little friend, since you think that the old man is not as powerful as you.
So, how about a fair contest between the two of you? "
Hearing Duanmu Chengya's words, Cang Songlin couldn't help but feel shocked, and secretly gave Duanmu Chengya a thumbs up.
Then he looked down at Ye Hong and sneered: "Junior, do you dare?"
Everyone thought that Ye Hong would show his timidity, but they didn't know that Ye Hong was actually full of confidence and said calmly: "Why don't you dare?"
There was a trace of ridicule at the corner of Cang Songlin's mouth, and he said sarcastically: "You dare to provoke me, you are dead!"
He then said to Duanmu Chengya on the side: "Master Duanmu, please lend me a piano that I have."
Duanmu Chengya nodded and said, "What's the point? Come here! Get the best guqin in the house for the old man!"
He turned to Ye Hong again, half-smiling but not smiling, and said, "My little friend, for the sake of fairness, I will also ask someone to prepare an equally good guqin for you, right?"
But to everyone's surprise, Ye Hong took off the guqin from his back.
He patted the piano with both hands and said with a smile: "To deal with him? This piano is enough."
Everyone was stunned for a while, shocked speechless by Ye Hong's arrogance.
Everyone present was not a fool, and it was obvious that Ye Hong had a bad piano in his hands.
And Ye Hong actually wants to use this crappy guqin to challenge the best guqin in Duanmu Mansion. Is this arrogance or stupidity
Some people who originally had confidence in Ye Hong began to have doubts.
"Crazy talk."
Cangsong Rin shook his head and sneered: "Today I will let you, an arrogant young man, see what the Water-Restoring God of Music is!"
Soon, the guqin that Duanmu Chengya had asked for was delivered to Cang Songlin.
Ye Hong also leisurely held the guqin sold on the street and sat in the middle of the field with a faint smile.
A unique war is about to break out.
While the two were adjusting the strings, there were heated discussions both inside and outside the venue.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Let's go with four or six. I feel that Master Cang Songlin is still slightly better. After all, the experience is there."
"I think it's 30-70. The guy named Ximen Qing is obviously bluffing."
"It seems strange to me. After all, he didn't even dare to play before. His strength must be far inferior to that little girl."
"Alas, he has spoken such big words, it's hard to get off the horse."
Among the contestants, the rest of the contestants also maintained an attitude of not being optimistic about Ye Hong.
In their opinion, if Yao Ling plays, there may be a slim chance.
But when Ye Hong was replaced and the guqin was sold on the street, everyone was really shaking their heads.
Song Shu and Zhou Ruo looked even more proud: "This kid has no choice but to find Master Cang Songlin.
It's okay now, he will definitely be embarrassed when he gets older, hahaha! "
At the judges' table, several judges were unanimously more optimistic about Cangsong Rin.
After all, they had seen Cangsong Rin's strength with their own eyes.
"Boy, what kind of comparison is this
Since you are a junior, I let you choose the method of competition! "
Cangsong Rin sneered nonchalantly.
Ye Hong didn't even raise his head, and his calm voice spread throughout the audience: "It's simple, let's play together.
As for whether it is good or bad, let the audience judge at that time. "
(End of chapter)