Chapter 1516: I can do it too

He deliberately highlighted the importance of Qin An, right?
It's just a human being on earth, a little guy who may only have a life span of more than twenty years.
Is she a bit cruel to him?
Twenty thousand candidates come from various human races, and their average strength is above the realm of the Four Souls. Each of these people has brought some subordinates, some brothers, and even some super powers hidden behind them!
In other words, the number of relevant personnel participating in the election of husbands is estimated to exceed 100,000!
So Qin An has become a thorn in their eyes now.
Even the very cold Dongfang Changqin knew that Qin An was sitting next to him, and then provoke him, so I think there should be more eyes looking at Qin An maliciously.
Hey, it's really tangled.
"Oh my God! What can I do, Changqin is my former idol, and Qin An is my favorite kid now. The two of them are paired together. Who should I cheer for?"
Zeng Huan spoke very depressed.
Linghua turned her head and glared at Zeng Huan.
This girl actually told her own thoughts.
Ah...she also once admired Changqin, and now she is very optimistic about Qin An...I can't say that she is very optimistic, it's just because of the poems.
Speaking of poems, Linghua's expression turned bad again.
The discussion among the crowd outside the VIP room just now was quite loud, and Linghua seemed to hear someone say that Qin An’s poems were all random words!
Isn't this saying that you have no appreciation level? She felt that Qin An's poems were well written, not only the words could express the meaning, but they were also very thoughtful.
Some are praised for being beautiful, some are describing their own character, some are telling others that they love themselves, and some are mocking people.
In short, Linghua thinks they are all very good and all good.
It seems that this collection of poems will be sent for transcription, and then some will be published for sale, so that the public will see Qin An's talent.
She is not a stingy person, since Qin An is talented, she will not deny it.
It's just that a talented person would be helpless when facing Dongfang Changqin, right?
Qin An can't write calligraphy on the ground, right? Sing and write one by one? Even if Qin An was able to marvel at his superb fonts in different fields, it would still be inferior.
Thinking of this, Linghua actually regretted it, maybe she shouldn't let Qin An go out?
......
On the rostrum, a handsome and burly middle-aged man was sitting in distress. Besides the concubines, there were several princes and ministers and personal guards beside him.
The middle-aged man is called Mo Yudongchen, who is the father of Princess Linghua, so Linghua's full name is Mo Yulinghua.
"Mu Tie, this person is Qin An?"
The old man named Mu Tie looks in his seventies with a gray beard. His true age is almost 70,000 earth years.
"The king, he is Qin An, he wrote a good hand!"
"Haha, a good word? A scholar? The husband I want to choose for Linghua is not a writer. Mu Tie, have you investigated his origin?"
"I don't know who he is at the moment. I only know that he seems to have just entered this territorial space. He seems to know some people in the alliance, and it should be an earthling. This time, he came to our territory with the Xiao family brothers and sisters. "
"The Xiao family? The fifth largest family back then?"
"Yes!"
"Ah, it's a pity. There hasn't been any famous person in their family for thousands of years. If it's OK, let the sword dance team get ready, and when Dongfang Changqin and Qin An go down, let them When I went up to perform, I had heard of Dongfang Changqin by his name a long time ago. I thought it was a noble lord. I didn’t expect that there is no city like this. Isn’t the princess just interested in this Qin An? They challenge and bully a weak person! How can such a person become the king of my Qingjian clan?"
One of the four major families, Nanfang Yuan, the head of the Nan family, stood up from his seat and bowed to Mo Yudongchen and said:
"Honorable King, my two sons Nan Guang and Nan Muchen have both participated in the husband selection meeting..."
Mo Yu Dongchen waved his hand and interrupted the southern road:
"Nan Guang is now in the realm of the Five Soul Sword Sect? He has been trapped in this space for eighteen years and is now the leader of the empire. To be honest, I don't like him. As for Nan Muchen, this child has great hopes. Ah, I heard that he is already better than you?"
The Five Soul Sword Sect Nan Yuan smiled and said, "Well, the peak of the Five Soul Sword Sect, within a thought of the Sword God!"
"Haha, how many people on the Sword Spirit Star have been trapped in this thought for tens of thousands of years and cannot form a sword spirit into a god? Do you think it is really that easy to become a sword god?"
There was a hint of pride in Mo Yu Dongchen's tone.
My daughter is simply awesome. She is so old that she has become a sword god!
Let me wipe it, Mo Yu Dongchen sometimes wakes up with a smile in his dreams, but he is the father of a true sword god, which is even better than the name of the blue sword king!
......
Just like Mo Yu Dongchen, the high-ranking people of Nanfang Yuan didn't really care about Qin An as this little person. They were all thinking about their own thoughts.
Then the ordinary people at the scene are boiling.
Some people who did not know Qin An began to inquire, and those who knew Qin An began to tell. More people hated the noise of people around him, because the singing and the sound of the Oriental Changqin never stopped, although the Oriental Changqin has weakened its mental power. But the melodious intertwining of the song and the piano is still refreshing, and everyone does not want to be disturbed.
After a lot of rumbling, people finally pointed the finger at Qin An, thinking that Qin An's appearance interrupted their good mood for listening to the music.
"Go down! Go down the earth!"
"Yes, get out of the Green Sword Clan camp!"
"An earthling who is not as old as my youngest son, haha! Get out!"
The way this person speaks is the most widely used by the Qingjian tribe to laugh at the people on earth.
They feel that only if one person lives for a long time, their mental power will become stronger and their cultivation level will be better.
Spiritual power is illusory for the people on earth, but for the races on the Sword Spirit Star, it is a real parameter of existence, just like power and speed.
In some races dominated by technology, there are even methods for measuring mental power, and many calculation formulas and theorems are accurate.
Therefore, the short life span of the people on earth discriminates against the Qingjian tribe.
Princess Linghua sighed softly as she listened to the insults from the crowd.
Yes, this is the fundamental problem. His life has just begun, and he may live for tens of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years.
And Qin An... an earthling, can he live another hundred years? The king of the Green Sword Clan can't have such a short life span, right?
The true age of the father is actually much older than it looks. He is even older than Mu Tie. Now his life span may be less than 10,000 years, so now he is already considering his successor.
It was just this, Qin An could not become the Azure Sword King.
Even if he entered the list of twenty-four people...
"Hey!"
Linghua sighed again, and then started laughing at herself. How could it be possible? How could Qin An be included in the list of twenty-four people? Why did you think of such a thing? Is it because you have expectations for him?
The depressed Linghua only felt very upset, which was a mood she had never seen before.
At the center of the huge square, Qin stood there quietly, looking at the Oriental Changqin on the opposite side.
This person is indeed very handsome, but in terms of the aesthetics of the people on earth, he is still a little bit feminine. To put it harshly, he is so feminine.
After he appeared, Dongfang Changqin did not respond. He still had a faint smile on his face, stroking the strings and singing a cappella.
After dozens of seconds, his singing suddenly became high-pitched, and the music that pierced the eardrum made the crowd stop insulting Qin An, and was shocked by Oriental Changqin once again.
After several climaxes, the singing of Oriental Changqin finally became delicate again, and it seemed to be nearing the end.
From beginning to end, Dongfang Changqin ignored Qin An.
It's another tens of seconds, and this song is about to end.
Perhaps it was because Qin An had not reacted all the time, which made Dongfang Changqin lose his interest. He finally took back the brilliance of the star beam shining on Qin An. Qin An was plunged into darkness and was forgotten by people in the closing song.
"It's so good! This is the most beautiful and beautiful song I have ever heard in my life! I'm so touched!"
"Ah...I have no regrets even if I die in this land of monsters. The last time I listened to Changqin's song was three thousand years ago. He was on the other side of the mainland, three thousand miles away from me. When I was working as a farmer, his singing sounded suddenly, which I will never forget! Ah, I didn't expect to hear him from such a distance today! Great!"
"I want to cry, I still want to cry! I think I like to play Changqin, and I want to follow him forever!"
This sentence was spoken by a rough master, Qin An's mouth twitched twice in the dark, only to feel a little pain in his chrysanthemum.
Mud horse!
These people are all brain-dead, right?
Hey, it is really aliens and can't understand their pursuit of music.
The singing of Changqin is over, the night disappears, and the day rises.
Just as people were still discussing, just as Princess Linghua looked at Qin An with a trace of pity in her eyes, the sky suddenly changed and a vision rose!
Qin An has the ability to control the weather. Since he wants to pretend to be forced, he must pretend to be bigger!
He knew that many people had noticed him because of Princess Linghua's preferential treatment to him.
There is no need to hide this kind of moment in a low-key manner. Since his goal is the chair of Mo Yu Dongchen, the king of Princess Linghua, then he must bear everyone’s gaze, no matter if these eyes are hostile or envy, jealousy, hate!
The dark clouds were like being pushed around by a big hand, and finally formed a huge ring in the sky! The shape seems to be a mushroom cloud created by the explosion of the original bullet, and it also looks like the accumulation of clouds and mist created by the landing of an alien passenger spacecraft!
After everyone was attracted by the aura of the sky, Princess Linghua still looked at Qin An with a firm gaze. She found that in Qin An's hands, a very simple piano suddenly appeared!
Ah... Could it be that he can sing and play?
And that piano... Linghua's face became serious, and she felt the powerful spiritual power contained in the piano.
This thing seems to be a little stronger than the long sword of the Eastern Long Qin. What is it?