Chapter 324: The bell comes out, the instrument loses sound (second more!)

Ignore the naked ignorance!
"You dare to hurt me, you dare to hurt the son of the holy gate!"
A low growl came from Shengzi's mouth, his eyes full of murderous staring at Wang Xian, who was leaving forward.
That contempt, that nonchalant look made his face even more gloomy.
"Leave your name. Soon, I am going to kill you and kill you by myself!"
Seeing Wang Xian's figure, Shengzi said coldly again.
Wang Xian paused, then slowly turned his head to look at the youth: "You have no chance!"
The corner of Shengzi's mouth split open, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He stared at his arm and said in a cold voice: "It won't be long before I will kill you!"
Wang Xian looked at him, his eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked, and he turned and left.
"Holy Son, are you okay!"
"Holy Son, let me see your injury, I have a pill!"
"It's okay!" Shengzi said coldly. He looked at the injury on his shoulder and his face was gloomy.
"Holy son, if it wasn't for this kid's sneak attack, if it weren't for you didn't bring the Heavenly Demon Qin with you, a kid, saint son, you would just destroy it!"
A young man stared at Wang Xian's figure, flattering towards the son.
"Humph!"
Shengzi's face was cold, and he looked at Tang Yinxuan with a calm face, and asked coldly: "Who is he? Which family sect is he from?"
Tang Yinxuan frowned slightly when she heard the words of Shengzi, and slowly shook her head: "Shengzi, I have something to do, so I will return to the sect first!"
As she said, she turned and left.
"Tang Yinxuan, stop, the son is asking you something!"
A female Tianyinmen disciple coldly shouted to Tang Yinxuan.
Tang Yinxuan ignored it, and said softly again: "Shengzi, sorry, I don't owe you, I have to go back to rest!"
After speaking, she quickened her pace, sighed a little helplessly, and hurried towards Tianyinmen.
"Well, what a Tang Yinxuan!"
Seeing Tang Yinxuan's figure disappear, Shengzi's expression turned gloomy, his eyes cold, and he walked directly outside.
"Son!"
Several disciples yelled nervously.
"Go, check me the identity of that kid!"
Shengzi turned his head and said coldly toward a disciple.
"It's the Son!"
All the Tianyinmen disciples were surprised and said quickly.
Saint Sect Son, not everyone can provoke.
Those who dare to provoke, die!
...
"Master!"
When Wang Xian entered the presidential suite, the Demon Azure Dragon Demon Abyss and the seven dragon people of the Abyss immediately shouted respectfully.
"Well, put the information you found there!"
Wang Xian waved at them, picked up the materials and walked towards the bedroom.
"Yes!"
Mo Qinglong nodded and walked outside.
At this moment, on the ninth peak of Jiufeng Mountain in Ning City, Tang Yinxuan came into the room feeling slightly tired.
Put the guqin behind him on the table and look aside.
There were two guqins, one of which was full of cracks and was obviously repaired.
But the repaired Guqin can no longer be used.
The other guqin was all green and looked very precious and beautiful. This was the guqin presented to her by her master.
This Qingqin was obtained by her master at a high price. According to her master, it was a six-level guqin.
Everything has a level, and the same is true for weapons. The level of weapons is the same as that of humans. In fact, among the levels, only the level of the spiritual herb medicine is very different from other objects.
Weapons are divided into level one, level two, level three, level four... and when a weapon surpasses level nine, it is called a mortal weapon, that is, an innate spiritual weapon.
The innate spirit weapon possesses spirituality, and when a weapon reaches the innate spirit weapon, it will possess some incredible abilities.
For example, Zhan Lu in Wang Xian's hands, Zhan Lu is not something ordinary people can possess. With its Jinfeng Qi, ordinary warriors will hold Zhan Lu and even be killed by Zhan Lu.
But in the same way, if a martial artist with eighth and ninth level holds Zhan Lu, he can easily leapfrog the challenge.
Even ninth-level martial artist holding Zhan Lu can destroy half a step of innate.
This is the horror of innate spiritual weapons, but there are very few innate spiritual weapons in this world.
The refiner almost no longer exists today, and the technique of refining has also been lost. At present, all the well-known weapons are handed down from ancient times.
The sixth-grade Qingqin is very precious.
Her master's guqin is also a grade six.
Tang Yinxuan looked at the box containing the guqin. The box was very ordinary and even had a trademark on it.
"Ring tone!"
She smiled when she looked at this trademark brand, Lingyin is currently the world's top guqin brand.
The price of a customized and exquisite guqin can reach hundreds of thousands, and even more expensive can reach millions.
However, for her, the so-called brand Guqin is no different from ordinary Guqin.
It is even more incomparable with the Qingqin gifted to him by her master next to him.
"Dignified, peerless and powerful, without any sincerity, stingy!"
Tang Yinxuan pouted slightly, she looked very cute.
I am afraid she will only show this lovely scene when she is alone.
"Ordinary, just ordinary. My mother gave me an ordinary guqin!"
Wang Xian didn't care too much either, she was originally not prepared to accept this guqin.
Open the piano box, a simple, dark red guqin appeared in front of you, with traditional characters written on the guqin.
At the central location, there were two Chinese characters in traditional Chinese characters. Tang Yinxuan was stunned, staring blankly at the two characters above.
"Bell, bell!"
She murmured twice, following the change in her face, a trace of shock appeared in her eyes.
She immediately put her hand on the bell.
"Om, Lingling!"
Suddenly, a sweet voice came into her mind, like a fairy sound, shocking her whole body.
For a moment, she felt that her body was full of strength, her eyes were clear, and the spiritual energy in her body was spinning quickly.
"The bell, it turned out to be the bell!"
Tang Yinxuan's body trembled slightly, her hands trembled, and she gently stroked the guqin, touching every string, her eyes filled with wonder.
"The world's number one guqin, the trumpet, and the guqin used by the most famous guqin master in history, Bo Ya, was passed down to the head of the Spring and Autumn Five Overlords, and one of the Five Overlords of the Pre-Qin Dynasty, Qi Henggong. The long ringing is deafening. It is rumored that Qi Henggong played the bell on the battlefield to increase his momentum and become the first of the five hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period!"
Tang Yinxuan murmured, a trace of passion and love flashed in his eyes.
"The bell, the legendary innate spiritual weapon, I didn't expect this..."
She muttered, stroking the bell lightly, calming her mood slowly.
At this moment, she suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned the bell open, and a delicate red long sword hung at the bottom.
The long sword is called Zhong Qing Jian.
Tang Yinxuan bit her lip, her face flushed slightly, her eyes flashing.
"A wife who does this kind of thing?"