Xu Yi decided to be a teenage mouse and personally experience what Baiyi said to be a brief understanding.

Sitting cross-legged on the bluestone in white clothes, the guqin was placed on the low wooden table, and a plate of homemade sandalwood was lingering.

"Are you sure you want to try?"

His white and white hands were gently pressed on the strings of the piano, and his expression was slightly solemn.

The piano is not only a music theory, but also a weapon.

"Come on." Xu Yi sat cross-legged on another stone not far away and closed his eyes.

Baiyi's eyes were like a well, and she was calm and unsurprising.

Bend your bare hands and twirl your zither strings.

In an instant, the sound of the piano was filled with a powerful killing aura.

A wave of sound visible to the naked eye swept over, and a faint blood color spread out from Xu Yi's body.

Seeing that Xu Yi was resisting it very relaxed, the white-clothed lips slightly pursed and his ten fingers flew.

The sound of the piano suddenly became rapid, like a golden sword and an iron horse, like a storm, sweeping towards Xu Yi.

clang!

The Mutian Spear appeared in Xu Yi's hand. He opened his eyes, stood up resolutely, and stomped the Mutian Spear heavily on the ground.

clang!

The air waves spread and collide with the sound waves.

Boom boom boom boom...

A series of explosions resounded, earth and rocks flew, and streams splashed everywhere.

Xu Yi frowned and suddenly groaned.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

Baiyi stopped playing and looked at Xu Yi.

Xu Yi breathed, his forehead was covered in sweat.

White clothes tweaked the strings again.

The sound of the piano sounds again, but it is full of softness.

Xu Yi listened with his ears, and the surging qi and blood gradually calmed down under the sound of the piano, and his heart became peaceful.

After a long time, the song ended.

Xu Yi opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at Baiyi's deep eyes, and felt a hint of excitement.

Just imagine, in the face of a war, white clothes sat on the city wall, the sound of the piano was melodious, the soldiers were excited, bravely killed the enemy, and even killed the enemy invisibly with the sound of the piano.

When the battle ended, Baiyi played another song to help the soldiers eliminate fatigue.

Her piano trajectory has been perfect!

"Come and play chess." Xu Yi said again.

White clothes nodded.

Homemade chess boards and chess pieces, each in black and white.

The chess way is a trait and a trait, and it contains strategy. It protects oneself, kills the enemy, and intertwine is a battle between them.

Xu Yi's chess is domineering and fierce, full of aggressiveness.

The white-clothed chess is as gentle as water, but has the tenacity to cut. At critical moments, it can still make a big move. It seems to be calm to resist and defend, but it calmly sets up a hidden murderous intent.

If Xu Yi hadn't decided to fight to the end, he would have lost all his life if he had any consideration and hesitation.

Stop making a move.

Xu Yi said seriously: "In the past, an old man who was proficient in the way of traits said that my chess skills have reached the peak, and your path is different from mine, but there is no difference."

"I still lost."

"You didn't lose to me, but to strategy. You were isolated from the world and had no progress in strategy. Your overall view and method of traits are naturally not as good as me. If you lose to me, you will not be embarrassed." Xu Yi replied.

The white-clothed eyes flashed for a moment: "You are a bit domineering and narcissistic."

Xu Yi smiled: "I am in charge of millions of soldiers, killing enemies all over the world, and pointing generals on the battlefield. If you believe, you will live; if you don't believe, you will die."

Bai Yi nodded thoughtfully: "So, fighting on the battlefield requires such confidence as having me but not others... You are a qualified king."

"Is this praising me?"

"That's right."

Xu Yi curled his lips: "Is it so difficult to admit that I am excellent?"

Baiyi rolled her eyes and stood up and left.

A wooden table, a rice paper, an inkstone, and a brush.

Grind ink, dot ink, outline.

Xu Yi quietly watched Baiyi paint.

A few simple strokes, outlines the landscape, and a long dress, a woman rafted on the lake.

The whole process was less than five minutes.

After putting down the pen in Baiyi, he placed the rice paper that had not dried ink in front of Xu Yi: "Look carefully."

Xu Yi clicked the picture, focused his eyes and looked carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes were dazed, and the black and white scroll in front of him seemed to have ripples.

As the sky turned dizzy, Xu Yi closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he saw a lake like ink under his feet and a dark mountain in the distance.

Not far away, a woman in a white dress couldn't see her appearance, standing quietly at the bow of the boat, as if looking at herself.

Xu Yi took a breath, and his energy swept through and teared everything apart.

All the pictures disappeared, and Xu Yi returned to the bottom of the fairy cloud stream that was like a paradise.

Not far away in front of him, Bai's clothes held a wooden sword in his hand and danced gracefully.

Her sword was very soft, but the extremely sharp sword energy seemed to be able to tear everything apart.

Xu Yi's pupils contracted, feeling the majestic sword intent flowing.

There seemed to be countless phantoms of the magic sword floating around the white-clothed body, and bursts of crisp sword sounded for it.

"Master Realm...Seventh Level!"

The sword dance stopped, the sword shadow dissipated, and the white clothes stood in a bunch of hands, but there was still a sword intent above her head.

Xu Yi asked: "How old are you?"

Baiyi replied: "Twenty-three."

Scalp is numb!

Twenty-three-year-old seventh-grade master!

Xu Yi's mouth was bitter.

If you really want to fight, Baiyi can hold him up and beat him up!

No wonder the fifth-grade master is a servant.

"Next, it's the way of formation." Baiyi said calmly.

Xu Yi nodded with difficulty.

The wooden sword shone sharply, and sword energy radiated, leaving countless traces on the ground around Xu Yi.

Xu Yi no longer knows what to say.

Using sword energy as a pen to outline the formation, it is unheard of and unheard of!

"hiss……"

"kill!"

In a trance, Xu Yi stood on the plain, from all directions, horses neighed and people roared, and the rolling evil spirit swept over.

The endless soldiers and horses, like tides, annihilation and shattering everything.

The terrifying murderous intent has locked in Xu Yi.

Thousands of troops gallop, irresistible!

When a spear was about to pierce Xu Yi's throat, thousands of troops dissipated like light smoke.

Behind Xu Yi, sweating profusely.

He could not break this formation or stop it.
To be continued...