The battle a few days ago really made Lin Ye famous all over the world. Although his reputation is only spread in Luoyang, in a few days, the entire Central Plains and even outside the Great Wall may be spread.

What really concerns everyone is Lin Ye’s identity.

Today's young masters are Shi Feixuan, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai. There are also Wanwan, the descendant of Yinkui Sect, Hou Xibai, the descendant of Huajian Sect, and Dugu Feng, the descendant of Dugu clan.

And these four people have their own sects and families. It is obviously impossible to defect to others.

Lin Ye is alone. Although he doesn't know who he is studying, he is definitely not from any of the current vassal forces, nor is he from Cihang Jingzhai or the Demon Sect.

This gave everyone hope, and even if they could not be taken over, making friends with a strong man who would not be inferior to a master in the future would definitely outweigh the disadvantages.

At that moment, the crowd congratulated and praised Lin Ye.

However, when Wang Tong came out, everyone became quiet. Even Lin Ye couldn't help but look at Wang Tong slightly.

Feeling the aura on his body, he was definitely not very strong, but just a first-class level with Fan Zhuo, but it was a bit worse than Jie Hui.

But there is a kind of indescribable aura on his body, which makes people unable to fight and kill, and his whole mind can't help but calm down.

"Miss Dugu, I saw you again!" In the crowd, there was a long laugh. Everyone looked at the sound source and saw an old man with a majestic figure, dressed in a messy clothes on his body. This person was Ouyang Xiyi, the 'Huangshan Yimin'.

"Senior Ouyang, after parting in the past, his martial arts skills have improved a lot." Seeing the visitor, Dugu Feng nodded slightly and said.

"No more than you, but with the cultivation of Miss Dugu and this Young Master Lin, I'm afraid that no young generation can surpass them. Even those masters who have been famous for a long time are probably not the opponents of the two." Ouyang Xiyi laughed.

Just as Dugu Feng was about to speak, their ears suddenly moved slightly, and a sound of flute came from outside the room.

The sound of the flute goes from light to heavier, soft to thin. Although it is full of silence and breathability in every inch of the room, there is a vague and unpredictable distance from the infinite distance.

The music that makes people feel intoxicated is like a series of natural sounds whispering alone in a mysterious and lonely world, which arouses the deep pain and joy of everyone, and arouses the unbearable pain and sadness that can be chanted and lamented.

I didn't see him, but Lin Ye knew that this was Shi Qingxuan's flute sound.

Only her flute sound can give people this feeling.

What I thought in my heart disappeared in an instant when I heard the sound of the flute.

Even Dugu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and listened quietly to the sound of the flute that was not like the human world.

At the same time, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and a very restrained enthusiasm bloomed through the notes marked by the bright spoon, as if gently telling the story in everyone's heart.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

No one could speak in the hall.

Although it was not the first time, Lin Ye still felt extremely touched, as if a broom had cleaned the dust in his heart, and his heart was filled with clear spirit.

I saw Wang Tong in the hall suddenly raised his head and chanted sadly, and said in a desolate tone: "If you hear Miss Shi's song, you may not be able to hear any good news in the future. The lady's flute art not only obtained the true teachings of Nai Niang, but also gave birth to Lan. Wang Tong admired her."
Chapter completed!