1243: C1243 Against Him This Zither Is Enough

C1243 Against Him This Zither Is Enough

Cang Songlin was trembling with anger. He kept cursing. "Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, shameless little thief!"

Duanmu Chengya, who had been observing from the side for a long time, suddenly had a light in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Ye Hong's last sentence and shouted in a deep voice. "Little friend, since you think that the old man's strength is inferior to yours.

'Then - how about a fair contest between the two of you?'

Hearing Duanmu Chengya's words, Cang Songlin's expression couldn't help but tremble. He secretly gave Duanmu Chengya a thumbs up.

He lowered his head to look at Ye Hong and said with a cold smile, "Junior, do you dare?"

Everyone thought that Ye Hong would show his fear, but they did not know that Ye Hong was actually full of confidence. He said indifferently, "Why would I not dare?"

The corner of Cang Songlin's mouth curled into a mocking smile, and said sarcastically, "To actually dare provoke this old man, you brat is dead for sure!"

He then said to Duanmu Chengya by the side, "Sect Master of Duanmu Family, please lend this old man a handy zither."

Duanmu Chengya nodded and said, "Do you still need to say that? Men! Bring Old Man the best zither in the mansion!"

He turned to Ye Hong again and said with a smile that was not a smile. "Young friend, for the sake of fairness, I will get someone to prepare a similar good guqin for you, right?"

However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Hong actually directly took off the earthen ancient zither on his back.

He patted the Guqin with both hands and said with a faint smile, "Deal with him? This Guqin is enough."

Everyone was stunned. They were shocked by Ye Hong's arrogance and could not say anything.

None of them were fools. They could clearly see that Ye Hong had a rotten zither in his hand.

Ye Hong wanted to use this broken zither to challenge the best zither in Duanmu Mansion. Was he being arrogant or stupid?

Some of the people who had been confident in Ye Hong began to doubt him.

"Crazy talk."

Cang Songlin shook his head and sneered. "Today, I will let you, an arrogant young man, see what a drowning god is!"

Very quickly, Duanmu Chengya asked someone to bring the guqin to Cang Songlin's side.

Ye Hong was also leisurely holding the underground Guqin and sitting in the middle of the field with a faint smile.

A great battle was about to break out at any moment.

While the two of them were adjusting the strings of the zither, intense discussions also took place outside the field.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Let's do it in four or six. I think Master Cang Songlin is still slightly better. After all, his experience is there."

"I think it is three or seven. That guy called Ximen Qing is obviously bluffing."

"I think he is also mysterious. After all, he didn't even dare to go on stage before. His strength is definitely far from that little girl's."

"Sigh, he even said big words. It's impossible to back down."

Among the participants, the rest of the participants also maintained an attitude of not optimistic about Ye Hong.

In their opinion, if Yao Ling went onstage, there might still be a slim chance.

But with Ye Hong and that spread out zither, it really made everyone shake their heads.

Song Shuhang and Zhou Ruo revealed complacent expressions. "Who is this kid trying to blackmail? He insisted on looking for Great Master Cang Songlin.2

This is good. When he gets older, he will definitely lose all his face. Hahaha!"

In the judges' seats, the judges were naturally more optimistic about Cang Songlin.

After all, they had seen Cang Songlin's strength with their own eyes.

"Kid, how do we compete?

Seeing that you are a junior, This old man wants you to choose the method of competition!"

Cang Songlin said with a cold smile without a care.

Ye Hong did not even raise his head. His calm voice spread across the audience. "Simple, let's play together.

As for whether it's good or bad, let the audience judge it."

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