Chapter 1947: Song of Ice and Fire

"You will definitely be interested in the little cultivator of Linghe. We have more than ten semi-chaos-level magical artifacts, so you can choose whatever you want."

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

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

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

"Choose whatever?" Chu Chen said lightly, "Then I will try your standards. Since this is the case, how do you plan to test me?"

The fat old man, the scholar in green 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, "If this is the case, you should play a piece of music first. There are no fixed requirements for this piece, but the word ‘cold’ must be highlighted."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked to a stool next to the fat old man and sat down, and then took out a book from the storage instrument and read it for himself, obviously not paying attention to this assessment at all.

"Just'cold'? No problem."

Chu Chen nodded, and then took out the black piano that looked like a black jade from the storage artifact and placed it on the table stand upright.

"This person is no more than a mere Linghe Realm cultivation base, but he did not expect him to have a good piano!"

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 quickly shut up, 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 people 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 were still distracted, and didn't pay much attention to them. One was reading and the other was distracted. Only the fat old man listened 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. It was all over the floor, messy and disorderly.

However, the ice water accumulated on the ground more and more, until the entire ground was covered with ice water, that bone-thinning 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 around their bodies 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 Qingyi 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.

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

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

Waves of icy wind seemed to be blowing directly from the frozen glaciers in the far north, and the world was 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 surrounding air, his complexion slightly changed.

"Kachacha..."

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

Where the white air passes, there is a thick layer of ice. 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 violent freezing air around, covering the entire yard.

Faintly, a breath of death radiated.

The ice layer on the ground has risen to more than a foot thick, and everything except the area where a few people are standing is covered with a layer of ice 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 couldn't hold on was the boy in Tsing Yi. His small face was pale, and a dazzling spiritual mask had risen in his body. However, there was no resistance to the cold, and his teeth trembled with cold.

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 condensation of some ice-attributed exercises and secret techniques, but is caused by the real piano sound.

The book in the cold-faced blue-shirted scholar's hand 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, a light flashed in his hand, and 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.

With the Qingshan scholar playing, a scorching artistic conception appeared out of thin air, and a billowing flame appeared behind him.

The raging flames radiated 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.

The Xiaoyin is low and euphemistic, with a dull and heavy meaning~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In a moment, the entire courtyard has become a fierce battlefield.

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

But the entire courtyard was truly caught in the realm of the two heavens of ice and fire. The cold was still filled the moment before, and the next moment it would be burned by the billowing flames.

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

And the boy in Tsing Yi was a little bit painful. Whether it was cold or flame, it was a kind of "artistic conception" caused by the sound of the piano, and it did not really exist. Therefore, this kind of cold and scorching could not be resisted by a spiritual shield.

Without such musical attainments, one cannot resist such an attack!

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)