"Hua Tang Nie Shuang Hua, he actually brought a team of Hua Tang students to challenge the Qin Tang students."

  "Nie Shuanghua is a strong man ranked 100th in the Sacred Name List, and only Zhao Yi can suppress him. This is going to be troublesome."

  The students of Qintang immediately fell gloomy as soon as they saw that Huatang was led by Nie Shuanghua.

  The Holy Name List is the ranking list of the strongest masters in the Seven Holy Institutes, with only one hundred people on the list. Every person on it is a stunning figure, especially the top twenty strong masters who are all above the level of a hundred pulses and may become cultivators at any time.

  Qian Wang Tang Qian was ranked eighty-third in the Holy Name Register, he is a master of the Hundred Pulse Sect and also the only person among this generation's newcomers to be listed.

  Nie Shuanghua was ranked last, and he also claimed to be "the old Nie Shuanghua at the end of the Holy Name List", but his strength is not to be underestimated.

  Su Dao Xing saw that the demon Wu Liang had entered the top twenty, Tang Can and Yang Hong Gang were both ranked below fifty. Only one person from Qintang, Zhao Yi, made it onto the Sacred Name List, ranking ninety-seventh, her strength was stronger than Nie Shuanghua's.

  Qintang's Lei Biao is unable to enter the Holy Name Register, his strength is still not enough. Even among the new students, the outstanding Kong Yue, Quan Heng, and Yue Tianwu are also unable to enter the Holy Name Register.

  Su Dao Xing has recently gained fame, but as a 40th pulse sect master, the Sacred Name Registry does not include sect masters below the 50th pulse in its ranking.

  Lei Biao said in the Shengming Ce Old End Nie Shuanghua Chaoqin Hall: "Brother Lei, since Zhao Yi is not here, then let's have a duel."

  "Alright!" Lei Biao agreed in one breath.

  Both sides began to make preparations.

  Lei Biao sat down on a guqin platform, his hands stroking the strings of the guqin.

  Nie Shuanghua had his entourage set up the easel, spread out the paper, and prepare the brushes and pigments.

  "Please!"

  "Please!"

  Lei Biao played "General's March", and as soon as the sound of the qin rose up, a group of generals holding long swords appeared in mid-air.

  Su Dao Xing was watching from the crowd at this moment, seeing Lei Biao playing "General's March", only then did he understand that Lei Biao had not used his trump card in their previous match.

  The killer move is always a literary king who only performs when he wants to turn the tide, Lei Biao, as the representative of Qin Sha Yi, has his own pride. When he was in a disadvantageous position during the ideological struggle with Su Dao Xing, he endured and did not perform the killer move. However, today is a contest between the reputation of the Qin Tang and the Hua Tang, so he performed the killer move without hesitation.

  Su Dao Xing's impression of Lei Biao has improved, and he has a slightly favorable opinion of him.

  Lei's body and mind were fully immersed in playing the piano, those suddenly appearing generals came to life, as if they were a legion of ghosts from the underworld, holding long swords, pointing at Nie Shuanghua.

  Nie Shuanghua's spirit was calm and peaceful, and with a casual stroke of her hand, she drew a picture. The painting was simple, with just one line wandering back and forth on the paper.

  "Done!" Nie Shuanghua's brush moved slightly, and the line in the painting was brought out.

  "Upside down!"

  "Hua Sheng had once used his powerful silk to defeat a strong enemy, this was indeed a deadly weapon."

  Nie Shuanghua had become a Hanging Silk, and being ranked at the very end of the Sacred Name List was no longer suitable for him. At the very least, he should be ranked within the top seventy, and it's possible that he could even enter the top fifty.

  The students of Qintang were all shocked, but only Lei Biao's eyes were calm and he stared at the inverted silk threads, starting to control the sound of the qin to launch an attack on the generals.

  The scene of hundreds of generals drawing their swords and attacking was extremely shocking.

  Nie Shuanghua manipulated the inverted silk thread, cutting off the heads of hundreds of generals in a scene that was simply cruel.

  "Don't think that just because the generals have lost their heads, they've lost their combat strength." Lei Biao continued to control the headless generals with his qin sound, making them attack.

  Nie Shuanghua manipulated the inverted silk threads to sever the bodies of the generals.

  At one time, the broken corpses filled the piano room.

  "After all, it's no match for the inverted silk thread." Lei Biao's limit was to control hundreds of generals with his piano sound. As he watched one general after another die, he let out a long sigh and changed the tune. The corpses turned into true energy and dispersed into the air.

  "A single tune of 'General's March', killing aura shakes the sky. Not bad." Nie Shuanghua praised, thinking that if he hadn't cultivated the Inverted Silk, he probably wouldn't have won so easily against Lei Biao today.

  "It's no wonder he's a figure in the holy name book, Lei Biao was defeated convincingly." Lei Biao stood up, his face gloomy. He had first been defeated by Su Dao Xing and then by Nie Shuang Hua, his confidence greatly shaken.

  "Sudao Xing, stop hiding and come out to fight. You should understand that I came to the Qintang today mainly to fight you." Nie Shuanghua's piercing eyes stared at Sudao Xing in the crowd, "Don't be a turtle with its head withdrawn."

  "Nie Shuanghua, you've even used the Extreme Battle Technique just to fight me." Su Daoxue walked out of the crowd and immediately activated the Painted Character Sacred Symbol in his mind sea, and the experiences related to the painting flooded into his brain like a tide.

  In an instant, Su Dao Xing had inherited all the sacred laws of painting from the Demon Saint.

  Su Dao Xing and Nie Shuang Hua were not meeting for the first time. Nie Shuang Hua and Peng Shan Ting had a close relationship, and there was once an occasion when Nie Shuang Hua and Su Dao Xing crossed paths, Nie Shuang Hua made a remark that struck at Su Dao Xing's heart. From then on, Su Dao Xing knew that sooner or later he would have a showdown with Nie Shuang Hua, but he didn't expect this battle to take place in the Qin Tang.

  "Are we going to fight?" Su Dao Xing's inquiring gaze turned towards Nie Shuanghua.

  All the students in the Qin Institute fell silent, Su Dao Xing's calculations were upset, if they were to fight, Nie Shuanghua would not have the upper hand.

  Nie Shuanghua's expression turned serious as he said, "I'll paint and you play the zither. Let's have a battle of art and music."

  "The war of piano and painting, I'd rather give up." Su Dao Xing showed a lack of interest, yawning.

  Nie Shuanghua's face was as dark as ink, and he said in a cold voice: "You are a disciple of the Qintang, yet you avoid battle. Don't you care about the reputation of the Qintang for hundreds of years?"

  Su Dao Xing burst out laughing and said, "Since Qintang is one of the Arts Sages Institute's halls, it's not surprising that you excel in qin skills. Even if I were to defeat you with my qin skills, you might not necessarily be convinced. How about this: let's have a competition in painting instead."

  "What?"

  The students of the music school all thought they had misheard.

  Su Dao Xing was just a student of Qin Tang, yet he dared to compete with Nie Shuang Hua, the genius student of Hua Tang, in painting skills, which was simply ridiculous.

  "Su Dao Xing, has he gone mad? He actually dares to utter such arrogant words, wanting to surpass NIE Shuang Hua in painting skills."

  "Nie Shuanghua is a figure in the Sacred Name Register, who has devoted himself to painting. Even the newly born genius, Quan Heng, does not dare to compete with him in painting. Su Daoxue actually dares."

  The students all feel that the world is chaotic.

  "Please help me prepare the easel, brushes, paints and other things." Su Dao Xing bowed to the students in the painting hall.

  The students were once again shocked by Su Dao Xing, who didn't even have the tools of a painter, yet dared to challenge Painter Nie Shuanghua.

  The students in the painting hall were stifling their laughter as they prepared the painting tools for Su Daoying.

  Nie Shuanghua replaced a sheet of paper and said to Su Dao Xing: "Please!"

  "Please!" Su Dao Xing casually picked up a brush.

  That brush is a fine brush, one end thin and one end thick. The thin end is for painting, the thick end is for coloring.

  Su Dao Xing picked up his brush and started painting.