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After being depressed for a while, Yan Chu quickly recovered his calm.

Isn't it the spirit stone?

The big deal is to ask Li Fugui again!

Also, the Secret Realm of the Lost City is still there. In the Tianluo Conference, the Thunder Squad won the championship, and it can be regarded as a good name. Presumably more people will go to the Lost City soon.

So Yan Chu started playing with his mobile phone.

There is no difference between the mobile phone and his cognition before the crossing, but the performance and quality have become better. This is the effect of the system magic change.

Because there is no other software, Yan Chu only tried some functions such as taking photos and videos. He found that the camera function of the mobile phone is very powerful, and he can really take a picture of what the moon looks like.

After playing with the phone for a while, Yan Chu set an alarm clock at six o'clock in the evening.

He has been really working hard these days. It didn't take long for him to put down his phone, he fell asleep, and waited until six o'clock before he was woken up by the phone.

Yan Chu, who woke up, went downstairs with great interest, because Li Fugui had already asked Hong Shi to help organize the celebration banquet.

The disciples performed very well in this championship, and they must celebrate.

As soon as he walked downstairs, Yan Chu heard the harsh sound of flute. As expected, Shen Wen was sitting on the first floor playing flute.

The technique of Shen Wen's flute was taught by Yasuo, and he was able to use the flute to produce the feeling of suona. Yan Chu felt that he had to lie down and listen in order to express his respect for Yasuo's technique of Shen Wen's flute.

The other disciples had already gathered on the first floor and sat down.

They were too embarrassed to interrupt Shen Wen and broke his Yaxing...

However, Li Zeyang, as the second senior brother, had no such worries at all.

He walked directly onto the stage, blocked Xiao's vent with his fingers, and almost died from a suffocation, and opened his eyes angrily.

"Senior Brother Shen Wen, you are tired from blowing, can you give me the next time?" Li Zeyang smiled.

Shen Wen wondered: "Second brother also wants to play flute?"

"Bah, what kind of flute do I play? Brother, I want to sing!" Li Zeyang said, "Thinking that when I was in Yongan City, when I was a kid, I was bored and followed my dad to sell gluten. My dad asked me to sing to attract customers. As time passed, everyone called me For... Gluten brother!"

Yan Chu, who was still on the stairs, almost fell off the second floor when he heard Li Zeyang say this.

Li Yuanfang roared from below: "Coincidentally, I used to practice songs outside the moat of Yong'an City. Every time I sing the moat, it always makes waves. Over time, everyone calls me-Brother Bolan!"

Yan Chu was speechless again, a gluten brother and a Bolan brother, you two can sing alive the dead by adding a piece.

Johnson felt that he should say a few words at this time, but he really couldn't sing.

He thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Why don't we sing the door song of our martial art together!"

"Hey, this is good!" Li Zeyang immediately agreed, "Then I'll give you a start! Cough cough... Thunder, I'm through the sky..."

"Stop it!"

As soon as Li Zeyang spoke, Yan Chu sprang down from the second floor.

On this occasion, obviously there are more interesting songs to sing!

When everyone saw Yan Chu, they quickly saluted: "I have seen the head!"

"Head, we are about to sing door songs!" Li Zeyang said.

Yan Chu smiled: "If you don't sing door songs today, I will teach you another song."

After hearing this, everyone was curious, Ye Lishang asked, "Head, is it your own song?"

"Of course!" Yan Chu said brazenly.

Xiao Keqing smiled contemptuously: "Head, don't just drink, eat some peanuts."

"...Elder Xiao, do you dare to question the literary talent of this seat?" Yan Chu suddenly refused.

Mu Qingqian pulled the corner of La Xiao Keqing's clothes and reminded him in a low voice, "Elder Xiao, the head of his literary talent is very good."

"Qing Qian, don't you think so?" Xiao Keqing asked in surprise.

Mu Qingqian smiled lightly: "The master has written a few poems, and I have not seen any works that surpass the master.

Xiao Keqing expressed doubts, but she knew that Mu Qingqian rarely lied, especially it was impossible to lie to Yan Chu...

Mo Yanli was very interested in singing, and immediately said, "Master, what song are you going to sing, please sing it to us!"

"Everyone, listen up!"

Yan Chu took a deep breath and began to brew emotions.

Just as he was about to sing, Shen Wen held up the flute and said: "Head, disciple will accompany you."

"While playing with eggs!" Yan Chu glared at Shen Wen and asked Johnson to snatch Shen Wen's flute away.

Shen Wen was full of grief and indignation, with an expression of disappointment.

At this time, Qianji Yuge and Gongsun Yi also came to Lanyue Tower, and when they saw Yan Chu was actually preparing to sing, they sat quietly in the back row.

Yan Chu brewed for a while before slowly singing:

"In the beginning, I was a naive and crying child.

Ten years later, I finally realized that as long as I go all out, there is no such thing as failure."

As soon as Yan Chu opened his voice, the bustling Lanyue Tower was quiet instantly.

Although there is no accompaniment, only Yan Chu's singing, everyone can hear the words in the song better and feel the charm of the words.

Everyone couldn't help but the sound, the time when I just started.

"In a blink of an eye, everything has changed, and a new starting point and a new world are in sight.

I've been hurt, and I've shed tears, so what if I was crazy for my dreams this time."

"Run, proud boy, with firm faith in the young heart.

Burn it, the blood of pride, I want to sing the song of victory again!!"

Yan Chu's singing echoed in the wide Lanyue Tower, like a match, igniting an entire grassland, and everyone's hearts burned!

The disciples of the Jinglei Sect are all fledgling teenagers. Their future has unlimited possibilities, and Yan Chu has given them unlimited passion!

It seems that as long as there is Jinglei faction behind them, they can let go and go for it!

This...this is the proud boy!!

"Run, proud boy, with firm faith in the young heart.

Burn it, the blood of pride, I want to sing the song of victory again~~~"

As the singing fell, all the disciples looked at Yan Chu in a daze, and Ye Lishang and other female disciples looked at Yan Chu like a little girl.

Sing so well!

Yan Chu looked at everyone and knew that everyone needed a point of emotional venting.

So he said slowly:

"Remember, in Hedong for thirty years and Hexi for thirty years, don't bully the young and poor!"

After hearing Yan Chu's last words, everyone felt goose bumps all over, as if they had an invisible hand pushing them forward.

The leader is not only powerful and terrifying, but no one can do poetry, but he even sings so well!

Xiao Keqing's face was a little red, and her breathing was a little quicker. She admitted that when Yan Chu sang just now, she couldn't help but be moved!