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Hearing Xiao Tian's words, Wei Hong had a strange expression. It was just that he had gotten used to Xiao Tian's miraculous ability and thought Xiao Tian had some other luck, so he didn't say anything.0

But Gong Ao was different. He had lived for dozens of years, and from a young age, he had come in contact with all kinds of musical instruments. Adding to his identity as the Patriarch of Gong Family, he could frequently contact all kinds of musical instruments that ordinary people could not access.

But even so, for decades, Gong Ao only dared to say that he was proficient in several kinds of musical instruments. Xiao Tian actually said that as long as he could take out a musical instrument, he would be able to play it.

"Don't joke around, little brother Xiao," Gong Ao shook his head and laughed: "Every musical instrument is vast and profound, it is already good enough for an ordinary person to be able to master one in their entire life.

"Even if he is talented, being able to master a few musical instruments in his lifetime is impressive. Even if Brother Xiao is exceptionally talented, he is still only in his twenties …"

It was Wei Hong who brought Xiao Tian here. If not, Gong Ao would have already sent someone to invite Xiao Tian out of the room with Xiao Tian's arrogant words!

Did he really think that he, Gong Ao, the Patriarch of Gong Family, was a fool that could be easily fooled?

"I'm not joking," Xiao Tian looked at Gong Ao and said lightly, "If Elder Gong doesn't believe me, why don't you try it out and find out?"

"Alright!" "Then I'll give it a try!" Gong Ao became angry when he heard this. I helped you out of kindness, yet you don't appreciate my kindness, do you?

"But let's talk first." Gong Ao looked at Xiao Tian and said word by word: "If you can't do it, even if you were brought here by Old Wei and have a huge background, don't blame me for sending you off with tea!"

"Elder Gong, feel free to try! As long as there is an instrument that I cannot play, I will immediately get the hell out of this manor without Elder Gong's permission!" Xiao Tian still had a calm expression, but his words were extremely arrogant!

Gong Ao didn't say anything more after hearing that. He waved to the old man who was serving at the side. The old man understood and quickly walked out of the hall.

Not long after, several servants of the Gong Family led by the old man brought five trays into the hall.

"Brother Xiao, I won't make things difficult for you. Of the five musical instruments, as long as you have three that are proficient in them and the remaining two that are proficient in them, I will gift this manor to you. But if you are unable to do so …"

Gong Ao did not finish his sentence, but both Xiao Tian and Wei Hong understood that if Xiao Tian could not do it, then there was no need to talk about the matter of the manor!

Xiao Tian nodded and his gaze fell on the tray. Finally, his gaze fixed on a purple bamboo Xiao.

"Han Xiangzi's specialty is the flute. Since that's the case, then let's start with this Xiao Xiao," Xiao Tian thought as he reached out with his right hand to grab the flute made of nine knots of purple bamboo.

Seeing Xiao Tian accidentally reveal this move, Wei Hong and Gong Ao's faces couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression.

Wei Hong was fine, as he had long seen Xiao Tian's miraculous abilities. Therefore, Xiao Tian's act of taking out objects from the air only surprised him for a moment and then quickly regained his composure.

But Gong Ao was different. As the Patriarch of the Gong Family, and the leader of an ancient martial family, his knowledge and experience was not bad either. He had only heard of Xiao Tian's methods before, but had never seen them before!

However, Gong Ao was the family head of an ancient martial arts family after all. He quickly came back to his senses and looked at Xiao Tian.

He did not care about Xiao Tian's background or how strong he was, as long as Xiao Tian did not meet his requirements, he would still not give Xiao Tian any face!

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