Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue's gaze wandered between Mo Bingxian and Xian Shou. Her gaze fell on Xian Shou, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Mo Bingxian found out that the girl was peeking at the string, and felt even more unhappy.

"Master Xian, please take care of me on the road ahead." There was a barely perceptible hint of coquettishness in Qin Muyue's voice, which made Mo Bingxian feel even more mixed emotions.

Xian Shou smiled slightly. He didn't seem to notice Qin Muyue's abnormality. He just said gently: "Don't worry, Miss Shi, we will protect you."

Mo Bingxian frowned slightly. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell exactly what went wrong.

He could only follow the two of them silently, staring at the girl with dark eyes.

As they went deeper, the surrounding environment became more and more bizarre, as if every step was stepping on unknown danger.

Suddenly, the surroundings lit up and a fighting arena appeared.

Mo Bingxian and Xianshou were transported to the stage, obviously intending to compete.

A shadow appeared in the air: "I like both of you very much, but the inheritance of the Great Sage's Voice can only be given to one person, so you must fight to see who wins."

"In that case, I will have a sparring match with Xianshou." Mo Bingxian summoned the jade flute and played the soul-cleansing song that he had studied himself.

"Brother Mo, I'm sorry." The string leader nodded slightly, took out the spiritual harp, and struck out several sonic blades by strumming the strings.

Mo Bingxian leaped up, and Lingqu transformed into a huge ink-colored crane, carrying him away from the sonic blade and pouncing towards the head of the string.

His figure was like a phantom, and every movement had an elusive trajectory.

The inky crane's wings flapped, creating a gust of wind that tried to disrupt the playing of the strings.

A gleam of light flashed in Xianshou's eyes, and his spiritual harp suddenly burst out with even stronger sound waves, and the number and speed of the sonic blades doubled instantly.

His attacks became more fierce, and each sonic blade carried a sound of breaking through the air, as if it was going to tear Mo Bingxian's sound crane apart completely.

"The mountains and seas take shape, and the phoenix soars into the sky." Mo Bingxian's eyes shone, and he exerted all his strength. The flute music he played was like the cry of a phoenix, and his spiritual power was fully exerted. The sound of his heart transformed into a blue and white mountain and river, and a dark blue phoenix rushed out.

The ink-black phoenix flapped its wings and flew high to the sound of Mo Bingxian's flute. Every flap of its wings was accompanied by a thunderous sound, forming visible wind blades that cut through the air and went straight to the head of the string.

Xian Shou remained calm despite the sudden attack.

His spirit harp was like a living thing in his hands, the strings dancing under his fingers, emitting more rapid sound waves. These sound waves condensed in the air, forming transparent sound shields to resist the wind blades.

The sound blades emitted by the spiritual harp at the head of the string became sharper, and each sound blade was like a real sword energy, cutting the wind blade of the black phoenix. The two collided in the air, making a harsh metallic sound.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes, his flute sounds became more rapid, and the attack of the dark blue phoenix became more fierce.

The phoenix spewed out a stream of ink fire, trying to burn the silver shield of Xian Shou.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Xianshou's forehead, and his spiritual harp emitted an even brighter light in his hands.

His sonic blades intertwined in the air, forming a huge sonic net, trying to capture the dark blue phoenix.

"Sound Net, Bind!" The string leader shouted, and the sound net suddenly shrank, trapping the dark blue phoenix tightly.

The phoenix struggled in the sound net and cried angrily, but the sound net became tighter and tighter, as if to bind the phoenix completely.

Qin Muyue thought to herself that Mo Bingxian was indeed hiding his true abilities. What Shi Nishang had picked up back then was clearly a time bomb. No wonder the sect leader had no choice but to abdicate.

Mo Bingxian's face became solemn, he knew that the battle had reached a critical moment.

The sound of his flute became deeper and more powerful. The dark blue phoenix let out a deafening cry in the sound net. Its body suddenly burst into an even brighter light. With a fierce flap of its wings, the phoenix actually tore the sound net apart and regained its freedom.

"The phoenix dances in the sky, break!" Mo Bingxian's voice revealed a sense of determination.

The phoenix circled in the air and suddenly swooped down towards the bow.

The string master was not in a hurry. He gathered his spiritual power again, and the spiritual harp turned into a beam of light, facing directly at the attacking phoenix. The whole space was shaking violently.

Under the impact of this force, Mo Bingxian's phoenix was finally shattered and turned into countless dark blue light spots, which dissipated in the air.

Mo Bingxian's face was pale and his body was shaking slightly. It was obvious that this attack had exhausted a lot of his spiritual power.

"It's my own fault that I'm not strong enough. Xian Shou is indeed worthy of his reputation."

“Thank you.” Xianshou stood up holding the zither, and his figure was enveloped by the light of inheritance and disappeared.

But the figure of the master of the secret realm did not disappear. He stroked his beard. "As expected, every generation has its own talents. Although you have been defeated, you still have a promising future. I have a black jade flute named Burning the Piano and Cooking the Crane. I will give it to you, along with this flute score."

Although Mo Bingxian's face was pale, there was no trace of frustration in his eyes.

He knew that although he had lost the battle, the experience and lessons he had gained were priceless.

He slowly bowed to the master of the secret realm, his voice full of respect and gratitude: "Thank you for your generous gift, senior. I will definitely live up to your expectations."

The master of the secret realm nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

The black jade flute in his hand slowly floated towards Mo Bingxian. At the same time, a ray of light flew out from his fingertips and turned into an ancient flute score, falling into Mo Bingxian's hands.

“Burning the zither and boiling the crane, this flute is carved from thousand-year-old black jade. It contains the power to burn the sky and boil the sea. With the help of this flute score, your soul-cleansing song will be improved to a higher level in time.” The voice of the master of the secret realm echoed on the arena, and then his figure gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

Qin Muyue stood aside and witnessed all this. She was amused and teased, "Little Mo Dog, I am your master, why don't you let me see the flute score."

Mo Bingxian held the black jade flute and the flute score, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, and said to Qin Muyue: "Miss Shi, do you want to see it?"

The girl stretched out her little hand in an arrogant manner.

"Beg me." Mo Bingxian's eyes dimmed as he approached step by step.

Qin Muyue was caught off guard by Mo Bingxian's sudden approach. Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily and her cheeks flushed slightly.

She pretended to be calm, raised her chin, and tried to maintain her arrogant attitude: "Humph, it's just a flute sheet. I don't even bother to beg you."

Mo Bingxian looked at Qin Muyue's pretending to be tough, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that although Miss Shi always appeared to be superior on the surface, she actually had a soft heart that was unknown to others.

He deliberately slowed down his movements and gently shook the flute music in his hand, as if to seduce her.

"Ms. Shi, this is not an ordinary flute score. The power contained in it is the key that will allow me to overcome today's defeat. Don't you really want to take a look at it?" Mo Bingxian's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of seduction.

"Mo Bingxian, if you don't want to show it to me, then forget it. I don't want it." After saying that, Qin Muyue turned around and was about to leave, but Mo Bingxian quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"Ms. Shi, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Have you forgotten that you are my hostage? Why are you still unwilling to surrender?" Mo Bingxian leaned close to the girl's ear and threatened softly.