996: C996 competing rhythm

C996 competing rhythm

To the subjects of Holy Kingdom of Yaochi, Fang Han's name was definitely shocking enough.

Ever since he was a child, he had displayed terrifying talent for cultivation. At the age of twenty-three, he was selected to join the Dao Gate, becoming the Dao Lord's youngest disciple.

As everyone knew, the Daoist Path was particularly adept at sword techniques and deductions, and was also very knowledgeable in the art of gossip.

Even if it was a royal family as strong as the Holy Kingdom of Yaochi, to have a prince enter the sect was something to be proud of.

Fang Han had been in the sect for twenty years.

Within twenty years, even though Fang Han rarely returned to the Holy Kingdom of Yaochi, there were still many rumors regarding him.

The Dao Lords only accepted ten disciples, and Fang Han was ranked ten.

When they reached a certain level of mastery in Daoist magic, the ten disciples would compete against each other. In the end, one of them would be born a Daozi.

The so-called Dao Child was the next generation's successor to the Dao Lord. When the Dao Lord left or returned, the Dao Child would naturally take over.

Although Fang Han was the youngest and ranked tenth, his performance was very dazzling.

It could be said that among the ten disciples of the Dao Lord, Fang Han was ranked within the top five.

At his age, this was already a terrifying result. There was still a lot of room for improvement in the future.

If he worked hard enough, becoming a Dao Child in the future would be nothing out of the ordinary.

What Chu Yun did not expect was that Fang Han would actually come to find him personally, and even compare to him.

"His Highness the third prince is joking."

The corner of Chu Yun's mouth curled into a smile as he stood up and said, "Your Highness is a disciple of the Dao-Sect's Dao Lord, I am ashamed of myself."

"There's nothing that you can't compare to. You have been able to win the championship and defeat Fang Luo yourself, you also possess unimaginable combat power. If I were to fight with you, I might have bullied you too much. Even if I were to suppress my cultivation to be the same as you, it would not be fair!

Fang Han lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He then exhaled and said in a satisfied manner, "This tea really tastes good."

"Of course the tea leaves on the West Tianfu Mountain's tea tree taste good. Any single tea leaves can be comparable to a big pot of precious flesh medicine."

Chu Yun sniffed, not willing to waste even a bit of breath.

Knowing that an important guest had come, Chu Yun intentionally brewed a pot of tea.

"Since the competition is unfair, then how about we compete in music, chess, and analysis?"

Fang Han took another sip of his tea and suggested.

Chu Yun's eyes lit up. Chess skills? Inference?

He could not be considered an expert in music, but he had many melodies in his mind. Any one of the famous songs from his past life could beat anything and everything.

Competing in chess skills was not something he was good at. Since it was Fang Han's suggestion, it definitely wasn't as simple as just playing chess.

As for deduction, it was nothing more than spiritual force.

Every time his supreme battle soul increased a grade, it would strengthen him in an all-round way.

Now that he had reached the ninth level of the heaven realm, his own soul could be said to be extremely tough and unbreakable.

As for spiritual power, no opponent of the same level could compete against him.

Compared to Fang Han, even if he wasn't a match, he wouldn't lose so badly.

"Alright."

Chu Yun nodded, without any hesitation.

"Then let the music play!"

Fang Han stretched out his hand, and two zither formed from spiritual energy. An indescribable charm surrounded his body, and it was as if a visible wave was spreading out in all directions.

"Come."

Fang Han extended his hand out, indicating Chu Yun to take the guqin.

Chu Yun's hands held onto the guqin, caressing it in the air, it suddenly released a sound.

The two of them placed the zither in front of them and sat facing each other. The distance between them was less than ten meters.

"Your Highness, how do we compete?"

Chu Yun raised his eyebrows, and started to ponder.

"You and I will play a tune and compete with the spiritual energy within the music to see who can take the lead."

Fang Han closed his eyes, a look of ecstasy on his face. It was as if he was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

Chu Yun casually tried to play it, and felt that the zither truly had an extraordinary charm, after injecting spirit energy into it, with a casual flick, it could release powerful sound waves.

"Your Highness, after you."

Chu Yun had already thought through the melody that he wanted to play in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already made up his mind.

"Very confident."

Fang Han looked at Chu Yun in surprise, then used his hands to caress the zither, as if he was caressing his lover's hair.

A melodious tune suddenly sounded out, all the Profound Spirit Qi in the surrounding tens of miles flew, converging together and surrounding Chu Yun.

"Come!"

Chu Yun was not afraid in the slightest. Both of his hands moved swiftly on the guqin, and the tune that he was playing was the extremely famous song of the Jade Tide.

The Jade Tide was born from Jin Yong's Legend of the Condor Hero. It was created by one of the Five Unique Masters of the East, the Herbalist Huang Xie.

On the surface, it sounded like he was imitating the tides of the sea, but in reality, he was hiding some profound and deadly martial arts.

Chu Yun had heard of it many times in his past life.

Now that the spiritual energy had been poured into the book, the situation in Jin Yong's book had been greatly restored.

The explosion of the silver bottle was just like the explosion of a spear or a saber. It was so shocking that it caused everyone's eardrums to vibrate and their pupils to contract. Their souls were completely sucked into the bottle.

"How is this possible?"

Fang Han was shocked and could not help but gasp.

Initially, he had not even been prepared, because in his opinion, Chu Yun definitely could not surpass him in terms of sound.

Who would have thought that Chu Yun's rhythm attack was so fierce that it practically reached its peak the moment it entered his hands?

It was precisely because of this that he had fallen to the next tier from the very beginning.

To Chu Yun, when he painstakingly trained in the Jadetide Flourishing Melody that year, it was merely because he liked the sound of the melody.

But now, after being activated by spiritual energy, the level of power he displayed was something that he did not expect.

"His melody far exceeds my imagination. Although his playing skills are very ordinary, his melody is nearly perfect and invincible!"

Fang Han's gaze gradually turned serious. He could hear many mistakes in Chu Yun's zither music.

However, these mispronunciation did not affect the integrity of the zither music. Instead, it was displayed even more vividly.

Jade Sea Tide music, with the rhythm of the competition, when the spiritual energy is used.

It mimics the vast expanse of the sea, without waves, and far away the tide moves closer and closer, faster and faster, followed by a torrent of white waves, and in the midst of the tide fish leap up and whales, and in addition to the sea monsters, there are demons and monsters, and now and then the icebergs come, and now the sea is boiling, and now the tide goes back as smooth as a mirror, but the sea is dark and turbulent, and lurks in the silence dangerous.

If one's cultivation was the slightest bit weaker, they would be shaken until their vital energy and blood became chaotic, causing their heart to tremble as if it had been pulled down by it.

If one fell into it, the light ones would be injured and the heavy ones would be killed!

The competition between the two gradually reached its climax.

The zither music was like the cry of a dragon. It flickered between bright and dark, and a deep and powerful roar resounded. It was like a great mountain had collapsed, and the mountains had shattered.

From the sound of their zither, the terrifying spirit energy shot out, destroying each other, colliding with each other, and finally vanishing into nothingness.

"Boom —"

The zither music seemed weak, but when it collided with the wind waves, the City Lord's Mansion's buildings were all shaken to the point of collapsing.

Within a hundred miles of the two, visible zither music waves appeared like raindrops.

Chu Yun lowered his eyelids, he did not care about the intense clash in front of him, he was just playing the zither.

The sound of the zither fluctuated, while the rhythm of the zither shocked the world.

In terms of pure tune, Chu Yun had completely suppressed Fang Han. It was just that his playing skills were not as good as Fang Han's, which was why he was able to keep it at fifty percent.

"This won't do. If this goes on, I will lose."

Fang Han frowned. Rhythm was one of the many skills he had learned in the sect, and could be said to be his strong point.

But who would have thought that the talent Chu Yun displayed with regards to the rhythm was not the least bit inferior to his own.

He had specially gone through training, but he was actually unable to compare to Chu Yun.

Just a little bit later, Fang Han fell into a state of chaos. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and managed to adjust his condition.

"Hu!"

Fang Han took a deep breath, his eyes calming down once again.

Chu Yun's method of playing the zither was wrong, as the amount of spirit energy consumed was far greater than his own.

He hadn't lost yet. If this went on, it was unknown who would win!

Just as Fang Han was about to launch his attack again, Chu Yun suddenly flicked his ten fingers, releasing an explosive sound.

A sound blade that could be seen with the naked eye burst out, chopping apart Fang Han's defense.0

In the beginning, Fang Han could still rely on his deep cultivation to barely hold on, but the further he went, the stronger Chu Yun's sound blades became.

The rhythm that he released was like an endless tide that completely destroyed Fang Han.

Fang Han groaned, his hands leaving the zither, his face as pale as paper.

He only saw that the zither in front of him broke its string and was unable to continue playing.

Chu Yun was still immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

The tune continued.

Fang Han crossed his legs and frowned, using his own cultivation base to defend himself.

As the last explosive sound rang out, Fang Han opened his eyes, exhausted. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

Chu Yun exhaled a breath of air. He felt his hands becoming numb, and his arms becoming extremely numb.

"Your Highness, you've let me win."

Chu Yun stood up, with a wave, he scattered the zither.

Fang Han's expression was very complicated.

The East Maiden division that he competed with was his specialty. He just hadn't thought that he would thoroughly lose the first tune.

What kind of tune could defeat him like that?

Fang Han hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Chu Yun, what tune are you playing? Why have I never heard of it? "

Chu Yun slightly smiled, and indifferently said: "Your Highness has never heard of it, so it is very normal. This is a melody produced by the Jade Tide, it was created by me personally!"

As he finished speaking, he felt a bit lacking in confidence.

However, very quickly, he shamelessly took over the credit.

In any case, no one had ever played this Jade Tide song before. He was considered the first author of this song.

Wasn't it reasonable to call it his own creation?

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