Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 248 The Little Chain That Master Mo Can't Hold Back

Qin Muyue took a deep breath. It was time for her to challenge Xianshou without knowing whether to live or die. "Xianshou, do you dare to fight me? Let's talk about the way of elegant music."

Xian Shou turned around and faced the girl. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by admiration. "Shi Nishang, what do you want?"

Mo Bingxian stepped forward, twirling the flute in her hand. "Miss Shi, we should settle the accounts between us."

This action saved the girl from the powerful Xian Shou, and he already had a plan for what to do next.

The girl took advantage of the situation and said secretly, "Okay, I will teach you a lesson today!"

Shi Nishang is not Xian Shou's opponent, but she still has a chance of winning against Mo Bingxian.

The girl's figure was as light as a swallow, and she landed in the center of the square. As her words fell, everyone in the square paid attention to the battle.

"Nichang, you are worthy of being my good daughter!" A touch of emotion flashed across the sect leader's face.

Mo Bingxian sneered, his black jade flute was already across his lips, and a cold murderous intent emanated from him. "Miss Shi, I'm sorry."

The girl didn't know when there was an exquisite jade flute in her hand. She used the flute on purpose to compete with Mo Bingxian.

In the square, the power of two sound waves began to intertwine. The girl's jade flute played a song of cold plum blossoms blooming in the snow. The sound of the flute was cold and seemed to be able to freeze everything.

Meanwhile, Mo Bingxian's black jade flute played a tune of burning the piano and boiling the crane. The sound of the flute was like a surging wave of fire that seemed to devour everything.

The two sound waves collided in the air, making a loud roar. The disciples in the square retreated one after another to avoid being affected by this force.

The girl's flute sound became increasingly inferior, and she seemed to be unable to do anything.

Mo Bingxian's flute sounds like a violent storm, wave after wave, constantly attacking the Xiao sound's defense line.

The girl's face began to turn pale, she had a splitting headache, and all the bones in her body were aching with unbearable pain.

At this moment, a trace of determination flashed in the girl's eyes, and the sound of her flute suddenly changed, becoming more rapid, and her jade flute actually began to collide head-on with Mo Bingxian's flute sound.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes. He didn't expect that Shi Nishang would burn all her spiritual power.

But the sound of his flute did not weaken because of this, but became even stronger. His black jade flute created a powerful sound wave in the air, colliding with the girl's flute sound.

Finally, with a crisp breaking sound, the girl's jade flute broke in a strong collision, and her body was also pushed back several steps by the power of the sound waves, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Mo Bingxian stopped playing the flute. There was no joy of victory in his eyes, only a hint of pity. "Miss Shi, you lost."

The girl's figure was staggering in the square, her jade flute was broken and her spiritual power was exhausted, but her eyes were still burning with fighting spirit. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, raised her head stubbornly, and looked straight at Mo Bingxian.

"Mo Bingxian, I accept today's defeat." Although her voice was weak, it was firm, "But this is just the beginning. I, Shi Nishang, will never give up."

Mo Bingxian put away the black jade flute, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Shi, your fighting spirit is admirable." Mo Bingxian said calmly, "But the path of cultivation is not achieved in a day, you still need more training."

The clan leader watched this scene from the high platform, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. Although his daughter was defeated, her courage and determination made him feel a little relieved.

"Nichang, come back." The clan leader's voice rang out in the square, with a hint of unquestionable majesty, "It's time to fight for your father and the Shi family."

The girl turned around, and although she staggered a little, her back was still straight. She walked back to the side of the clan leader, and although she was defeated, she still held her head high.

The leader slowly stood up, his figure was like an insurmountable mountain, majestic and imposing. His eyes passed through the square and locked onto Xian Shou, his eyes flashing with sinisterness. "Xian Shou, today, let's have a showdown."

Xian Shou smiled slightly, his posture was calm and his voice was indifferent: "Master, I hope you are willing to accept the defeat."

The air between the two seemed to freeze at this moment, and the tense atmosphere was like a taut bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

An invisible pressure slowly spread from the sect leader's body, and the string was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, calm and deep.

The sect leader made the first move. He took out his life-saving magic weapon and waved it with both hands. Sound waves were like materialized sharp blades, cutting through the air and pointing straight at the head of the string.

The head of the string instrument was playing the zither high up in the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his posture was elegant and ethereal, he lowered his eyes to look down at the sect leader, his whole body was full of mysteries.

"Master, the winner is the king." Xianshou's voice echoed in the sound of the piano, and his piano music easily blocked the master's attack.

Finally, after half a song, the clan leader was defeated by the sound of the strings. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

The square was in complete silence, and all the disciples were shocked by this scene. Xian Shou stood in the center of the square, his music slowly stopped, but his figure was like an insurmountable mountain.

"From now on, there will no longer be any distinction between high and low in the Yiyin Sect. All disciples will be trained by the sect based on their strength." Xianshou's voice was fair and serious. His eyes swept over all the disciples. A new Yiyin Sect was about to be born among these people.

The sect's disciples cheered.

The monk walked through the noisy crowd, and Yi Xuanji brought a handkerchief to the girl with a slight smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, Qin Daojun."

"No, thanks to Sect Leader Mo's nightmares which are not difficult." Qin Muyue thought of the previous ones, her face full of anger, and she didn't know who was torturing whom.

"Miss Shi, since you lost, come back with me." Mo Bingxian's eyes were dark and he walked towards her with the chain in his hand.

Yi Xuanji subconsciously blocked the girl, looked at Mo Bingxian coldly, and scolded: "Don't indulge in dreams, wake up quickly!"

Mo Bingxian's footsteps suddenly stopped after hearing Yi Xuanji's words. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by deep anger.

He gripped the chain tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his voice was low and dangerous: "Yi Xuanji, what do you mean by this?"

Yi Xuanji looked directly at Mo Bingxian without fear, his eyes were sharp and he exuded a heavy pressure. "Mo Bingxian, don't you see it yet? This is all a dream, it's illusory. Shi Nishang, and everything here, are not real."

Mo Bingxian looked at the girl angrily and said in a cold voice: "You are indeed not Shi Nishang. Who are you and him?"

Qin Muyue shook her head slightly, with a sigh in her voice. "Master Mo, Yi Xuanji and I have no intention of deceiving you, but you are deeply trapped in a nightmare, and you need to realize the problem yourself."

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes, and his body began to become transparent, as if he would disappear into this dream at any time. "So... this is all a dream... I understand..."

He looked at the girl with burning eyes and asked, "What's your name? Who are you?"

Qin Muyue didn't dare to say anything, fearing that Master Mo would show his chains, so she hid behind Yi Xuanji and pretended to be dead.

Yi Xuanji watched as Mo Bingxian's dream collapsed. He smiled gently at the girl, "Qin Daojun, shall we go out too?"

"Don't you want to take one last look at Ah She?" Qin Muyue asked.

"Ami..." Yi Xuanji remembered that she had returned to secular life, so she paused and continued to perform the Taoist ritual: "Xuanji has let it go."