Jiang Ning rarely experienced this kind of thing when he was a student in his previous life. He was born in a rural area and was mediocre in all aspects. It was extremely strange for him to perform on stage in front of all the students in the school.

He has always been an unknown person in the audience, and there is a high probability that many years after graduation, even if they meet at a class reunion, people will not be able to remember his name.

The speakers at the north and south corners of the stage emitted slight drum beats.

Jiang Ning took out a soaked willow wooden spoon from the furnace shelf, and then took out a heavy wooden stick.

Within the scope of his consciousness, the eyes of the students in the audience moved with his movements.

Jiang Ning suddenly felt that this experience was quite good.

He put the willow wooden spoon into the molten iron and scooped up a spoonful.

Then, the wooden stick in his right hand came up from the bottom and suddenly hammered the willow wooden spoon. In an instant, the hot molten iron stirred into the sky and exploded into countless golden flowers, lighting up the night sky.

At this moment, Jiang Ning's slender figure was in the rain of flowers, bright and dark.

"Handsome!" Cui Yu was shocked. He was a country boy and had never been out of Yuzhou. He had never seen such a scene.

Jiang Yanan shook Shen Qing'e's arm: "When did he learn this? This is so difficult!"

She had seen it on TV, but never thought that she would see it with her own eyes today.

I used to feel shocked through the screen, but seeing it is better than hearing it. This time I saw it with my own eyes, and the shock was even greater.

Shen Qing'e didn't say anything, how could she know?

Jiang Ning scooped up another spoonful, and the molten iron exploded again. The rhythm of his tapping became faster and faster, gradually coinciding with the drum beats in the sound.

Under the night sky, countless sparks lit up, slowly overlapping each other, and the sparks continued for a long time.

Guo Kunnan: "Hold the grass!"

Wei Xiuyuan: "Hold the grass!

Wang Longlong recited a poem: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain."

Dong Jiayi took out her mobile phone to take pictures, feeling that every frame could be used as wallpaper.

There are countless people like her, such as Lan Zichen, a freshman in high school, who also picked up his mobile phone to take pictures, not only of the iron flowers, but also of the figures standing under the sparks.

Jiang Ning's action of striking the iron flower was not that of exerting all his strength, but was extremely relaxed, and naturally contained a kind of freedom and ease.

Wu Yunzhi's face darkened. He had seen Jiang Ning act cool several times, but now he was performing at the New Year's Day party again.

Wu Yunzhi slandered: "It's just ironwork. I've seen it several times. Compared with those old masters, the skills are far behind."

Lin Zida from Class 1 said: "Jiang Ning is pretty good, but it's a pity that I have seen many performances."

Students who had seen this kind of performance before were shocked, but without the shock of the first time, it was much duller.

Most of them think that it is rare that there are students in our school who can perform well. They are really capable.

But that’s as far as it goes.

Jiang Shanyue off the stage commented: "It's amazing, but not innovative enough."

Jiang Ning held the willow wooden spoon. This time he did not hit it with a wooden stick, but gently flicked it and sprinkled it into the sky. This was the second way to make iron flowers.

The molten iron drew a huge arc in the air. This time, no sparks appeared, but turned into a red flame, floating in the air.

Lin Zida was startled, "What the hell!"

Ding Shuyan's eyes flashed.

Fang Qiuyue from Class 2: "Isn't this an iron flower? Why are the flames floating in the sky? Is it a will-o'-the-wisp?"

Xue Yuantong, who was at the front of Class 8, said to his friend Shang Caiwei in the game: "Look good, this is magic!"

Jiang Ning flicked the spoon, and streams of flames shot into the sky and merged into the flames.

The flame grew bigger and bigger, floating in the sky, and finally became as big as a truck, as if it wanted to set the stage on fire.

To the north of the stage, Chen Haiyang's eyes widened: "What?"

Many teachers also found it incredible.

Chemistry teacher Guo Ran was stunned. With her knowledge of chemistry, she was unable to figure out the principle in a short time.

How many secrets does her closed disciple hide?

The students in the front row of the stage only saw Jiang Ning stop throwing flames. The bright flames made the students in the front row's skin turn red.

Jiang Ning's hands suddenly closed, and the drums of the music gradually became compact and rapid, making people's hearts tremble.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Ning separated his hands little by little, and the night seemed to be torn apart. The huge flame followed the guidance of his gestures, as if being pulled apart by invisible hands.

The flames shook wildly, and the students in the audience could clearly see the delicate reorganization process, like a shadow puppet show, with two giants taking shape from the air.

One is holding a halberd, and the other is holding a sword with both hands. They are both majestic and solemn.

"Hold the grass, hold the grass!" One after another, exclamations resounded from the square array.

The next second, Jiang Ning put his hands together again, and to the sound of gongs and drums, two flame giants held halberds and swords, attacking and colliding at extremely fast speeds.

The audience in the audience couldn't help but lean back to avoid it. With a "boom", the two giants collided and exploded with sparks. The fireworks burst out and poured down like a torrential rain.

There was a rainstorm of fire from the sky.

The firelight in the sky dyed everything around it into gold, and the whole stage became overflowing with light. Gentle strings played, and a beautiful figure covered with white gauze stood out in a graceful and graceful posture, like a person from the sky dancing and floating into the stage.

Her figure danced under the heavy rain of fire, and her face was looming in the firelight.

The violence of fire and the tenderness of a girl are like two extremes.

Guo Kunnan opened his mouth wide and blurted out: "Bai Yuxia!"

His Taoist heart actually broke the bond with his good brother, breaking for the first time because of Bai Yuxia!

Cui Yu: "Hold the grass!"

Duan Shigang: "Hold the grass! He's so handsome!"

Wang Longlong praised: "The beautiful neck and fragrant shoulders, the light gauze covering the moon, the beauty is stunning!"

Dong Qingfeng, who was in the front row, murmured: "When the person you like appears, the light takes shape."
Chapter completed!