Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 1947: Song of Ice and Fire

"You will definitely be interested in the little monk Linghe. We have more than ten semi-chaos-level magical items. You will be able to pick whatever you like."

A cold voice came from the side, and Chu Chen turned his head and saw a middle-aged scholar in a green shirt walking quickly.

The scholar's voice was indifferent, his eyes were staring, and he said coldly, "I'm just afraid you won't meet our standards!"

This scholar looks arrogant and arrogant. Obviously his strength is enough to make him not put anyone in his eyes. Judging from his temperament, this cold-faced scholar must be a person who has lived for a long time. .

"Choose whatever you want?" Chu Chen said lightly, "Then I will try your standards. In that case, how do you plan to test me?"

The fat old man, the scholar in blue shirt, and the little boy looked at each other. The old man looked at the scholar and said, "You come to the exam questions."

The scholar in Qingshan nodded and looked at Chu Chen coldly and said, "In this case, you should play a piece first. There is no fixed requirement for this piece, but the character'cold' should be highlighted."

As soon as the voice fell, he walked to a stool next to the fat old man and sat down, then took out a book from the storage instrument and read it for himself. Obviously, he didn't care about the assessment at all. .

"Just'cold' will do? No problem."

Chu Chen nodded, and then took out the black piano, which was like a black jade, from the storage instrument, and placed it on the table stand upright.

"This person is only a mere Linghe Realm cultivation base, but he did not expect him to have a good violin!"

The two masters hadn't spoken yet, and the boy in Tsing Yi standing next to him gave a slightly surprised chuckle, with a strange light in his eyes. The fat old man beside him waved his hand quickly: "Quiet!"

The boy in Tsing Yi shut up quickly, and Chu Chen silently realized for a moment, and began to play on the black piano with both hands.

The sound of the piano was a little low at first, giving the illusion of drowsiness, but the sound quality was extremely crisp. Suddenly Chu Chen's eyes changed and his fingertips moved slightly, as if a cold current suddenly appeared in the void.

This rhythm is not a famous piece. Strictly speaking, it is not even a complete piece. It is just a free combination of scale symbols.

The two scholars in Qingshan and the boy in Qingyi are still sloppy and don't pay much attention to them. One reads a book and the other is distracted. Only the fat old man listens carefully with breathlessness.

But after listening, the expressions on the faces of several people slowly changed.

Chu Chen's piano sound was a little messy at first, and it felt like someone was carrying a basin of ice water and splashing it on the ground forcefully. The ground was splashed all over, messy and disorderly.

But it was splashed, and more and more ice water accumulated on the ground, until the entire ground was covered with ice water, that bone-to-heart chill suddenly appeared.

The temperature of the ice water drops rapidly, changing from transparent ice water to snow-white frost, and then into a thick layer of ice...

I don't know when, everyone began to feel a clear chill, as if it suddenly came to winter.

Waves of cold air gathered from all directions. First of all, the half-step Tianhe Tsing Yi boy with the lowest cultivation base unconsciously fought a cold war, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, the cold suddenly increased and the temperature dropped rapidly.

Ice crystals began to appear in the air.

Countless ice crystal particles are linked to each other, forming an undulating iceberg phantom that surrounds everyone.

The icy chill is tangible, and the phantom of the iceberg in mid-air is getting clearer.

The waves of cold wind seem to be blowing directly from the permafrost glaciers in the far north, and the world is filled with a sense of despair.

The white-faced and blue-shirted scholar raised his head from the scroll in his hand, feeling the waves of chill in the void around him, his complexion slightly changed.

"Kachacha..."

With a crisp sound, a white gas spread out from under his feet centered on where Chu Chen was sitting.

A thick layer of ice is covered where the white air passes. The ice layer grows extremely fast, and it is several inches thick in a blink of an eye.

The sound of the piano is more exciting, every scale seems to be gushing out of an extremely cold air, and the phantom of the iceberg in the void has been condensed as substance.

Just when the sound of the piano was so high, a long sound burst out, causing the iceberg to collapse!

"Wow..."

The collapsed iceberg sprayed more intense freezing air around, covering the entire yard.

Vaguely, a breath of death radiated.

The ice on the ground has risen to more than a foot thick. Except for the area where a few people are standing, everything is covered with a layer of ice that is more than a foot thick, which looks extremely magnificent and dazzling.

"Why... how can it be so cold!"

First of all, the Tsing Yi boy who could not hold on was the boy in Tsing Yi. His small face was pale, and a dazzling spiritual mask had risen in his body. However, he had no resistance to the cold, and his teeth were hit by the cold Chills.

The fat old man smiled and bloomed beside him. He could see clearly that Chu Chen didn't use any secret techniques in the process of playing.

This cold air is not a condensate of a certain ice-attributed exercise secret technique, but a real sound of the piano.

The book in the hands of the cold-faced scholar in the blue shirt has been put away, and his face changed and changed as he looked at the surrounding ice that had soared to a foot thick and was still thickening.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of light in his hand, a pipe of flute appeared, and he began to play.

The whole body of the flute is emerald green, with some red spots on the surface, like tears.

Following the Qingshan scholar's playing, a scorching mood appeared out of thin air, and a billowing flame appeared behind him.

The raging flame radiates waves of intense heat against the freezing air in the void.

The sound of the piano is clear and high-pitched, and every scale is like a jade plate.

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The extremely cold air and the blazing flames each occupy half of the country, bombarding and colliding with each other violently.

The entire courtyard is truly trapped in the realm of the two heavens of ice and fire. The cold is still permeating the moment before, and the next moment it will be burned by the billowing flames.

A faint circle of light rose up around the fat old man, isolating all the cold and flames.

The Tsing Yi boy is a little bit painful. Whether it is cold or flame, it is a kind of "artistic conception" triggered by the sound of the piano, and it does not really exist. Therefore, this kind of cold and heat cannot be resisted by a spiritual shield.

Without such musical attainments, there is no way to resist such attacks!

The boy in Tsing Yi looked painful, sweating profusely for a while, and trembling with cold for a while. The alternating hot and cold made him almost fainted.

(End of this chapter)