Chapter 1755 sneaks into the trembling sound of Xianzong's page, which is like thunderbolt, exploding suddenly between the heaven and the earth. The glittering light of the five strings of Taiyi Xianqin becomes more intense and seems to condense into substance.

Tang Huan's face was calm and his fingers flew like flights, and he plucked them on top of the five strings.

"song-song"

is either loud, low, fast or soothing.

With the movement of Tang Huan's five fingers, there are threads of five-color breath condensation, wrapped around the fingertips, and then, like water, spread rapidly along Tang Huan's arm, just a short breath or two, Tang Huan is like the...