Murong Fu's chess skills were a bit outstanding, but seeing that he took action, white chess had already gained the upper hand in three or five moves.

Many people in the martial arts world sighed. If they had known that the "Zhenlong Chess Game" was like this, they would not hesitate. They would have rushed forward. It's a pity that Murong Fu has seized the initiative in vain~.

Only a few people turned a blind eye to this. One was Su Xinghe, the person involved, who was "Mr. Congbian", who still had a calm and gentle voice, as if he had said nothing had changed at all.

Another one is Ding Chunqiu, who seemed to see something, and a sneer appeared in his eyes.

The last one is Duan Yanqing, whose eyes are burning and radiating a dazzling cold light. There are three other evil people guarding him, and each of them has a fierce light.

"It's over, it's over, it's really a big deal that Murong Fu's grandson has broken the deadlock." The little white mouse and the old rookie both showed anxiety on their faces.

Tian Yeyu was also surprised: "That's the grandson like this? It's so hateful."

Only Long Tian was silent as before and sneered: "If the Zhenlong chess game is really such a short answer, it will be broken, and it is not worthy of being called the Zhenlong chess game."

"Uh, what does it mean?"

The three of them looked at Long Tian with a certain degree of difficulty.

"Young master is really wise and wise, this game..."

Wang Yuyan sighed lightly, shook her head and did not continue talking.

As expected, it seemed that in order to correspond to the guesses of several people, Murong Fu was killing all directions and was about to completely encroach on the chess game, Su Xinghe fell lightly.

The scene changed drastically in an instant. Heizi, who had been killed, returned to life. Baizi, who had originally gained the upper hand, fell into a precarious situation.

Murong Fu suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead and held a chess piece in his hand, but he didn't know if he should fall down.

Su Xinghe was not in a hurry, and looked at Murong Fu with a smile, waiting for his decision.

"The child of Huangkou dares to show off his strength."

A sarcasm sounded, and when I looked back, it was the old monster in Xingcheng who spoke, his eyes mixed with naked contempt.

Murong Fu was arrogant and did not allow others to insult him. He was furious and glared at Ding Chunqiu angrily: "What did you say?"

"I just want to advise some people who are ignorant of the world, if they don't have the strength, get out as soon as possible and take up a good place for nothing."

The old monster of Star Constellation was not afraid of Murong Fu's threat, and looked sarcastic.

Murong Fu's heart was furious, and he swept around and found that everyone was a little dissatisfied with him. This is how people's hearts were like this. When you are glorious, countless people will hold you. Once you find an opportunity, you will spare no effort to get rid of your horse.

Now, Murong Fu has encountered such a situation.

Mr. Murong's reputation is already very loud enough, and no one wants him to win the championship at this time, so as to see Bai Zi's decline, I wish I could take advantage of the situation and add to the point.

In desperation, Murong Fu fell off the chess piece casually.

"Bang!"

The chess pieces fell on the plate, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Su Xinghe sighed lightly, and when a son fell, Murong Fu's expression suddenly changed, because it was this son that his chess game was completely disrupted.

Not only that, the entire chess game has fallen into a dead cycle, which is hopeless.

"How could it be, how could it be..."

Murong Fu's mind was in a panic in an instant, no longer as calm and composed as before, his eyes were full of fear.

"It seems that Mr. Murong is not the destined person who is destined to be my master. So, let's go first." Su Xinghe said, shaking his long sleeves.

"Boom!"

A surging and powerful internal force burst out, and Murong Fu was swept out in an instant. He took several steps in a row before he stabilized his body.

The rocks flew around, and the chess game that was originally separated, returned to its previous posture.

When Long Tian saw it, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes. It seems that Su Xinghe also has two brushes?

Ding Chunqiu's pupils shrank slightly, and a cold and solemn look appeared in his eyes.

"Who else is willing to come and give advice?"

Su Xinghe still looked light and looked at the wind and clouds, smiling as if the previous fierce battle was just a passing cloud.

"I'll do it!"

A dull sound like thunder, Duan Yanqing, the leader of the four evil people, saw his bamboo stick tapping the ground, and his whole body soared up and down, and it had fallen to the stone table.

"My friend is so handsome."

Su Xinghe's eyes suddenly lit up, and even Ding Chunqiu and others had a little more fear on their faces.

Although Duan Yanqing had a physical condition, his waist was straight and he said with a polite manner: "Sir, I have praised him, Duan is willing to come and learn the skills of chess."

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Su Xinghe glanced at Duan Yanqing up and down, as if he had a flaw in his heart, because his purpose this time was to select the successor for his master.

Since the Xiaoyao Sect founded its sect, there has been an unwritten rule, that is, the disciples, both men and women, must be handsome and talented.

A person who is as old as Duan Yanqing and has broken limbs is indeed not an ideal candidate, but now that things have come to this point, it seems that there is no extra choice.

Su Xinghe was not able to refuse Duan Yanqing after his thoughts, so he reached out and made an invitation and said, "Friend, please sit down."

Duan Yanqing didn't hesitate and sat down straight down.

Experts will know if there is any one.

This passage of Yanqing was originally the Prince of Yanqing, Dali. He has been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. He is very good at chess and shooting horses. Although he suffered major changes later, his influence in his bones has not been lost.

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On that day, Wanjie Valley and Huangmei Monk competed with Huangmei Monk for chess skills, which showed that if Long Tian had not intervened, Huangmei Monk would have lost a lot that day.

But when he saw that he played chess, it was really a dragon and snake that had a land, and the murderous intent of heaven and earth. Su Xinghe was also a chess slut. When the two of them collided, they met the opponent and were about to meet the good talent.

Every chess piece falls like a strong man, fighting on the battlefield.

Murong Fu himself was also a little chess path. As he watched, he became deeply trapped in it. Duan Yanqing and Su Xinghe were like masters fighting, and the move was fatal, making people nervous and breathless.

"Oh!"

Murong Fu's breathing suddenly became thicker, and a strange blush appeared on his face.

Ding Chunqiu swept over by accident, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly.

This old monster is good at taking advantage of opportunities. Although he is already a top expert, he does not have this awareness and likes to do things like stealing and taking advantage of others.

Seeing Murong Fu being influenced by the chess game, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. This was a good opportunity.

At the moment, a pink mist floated silently, and the object was silent and colorless, making people unable to notice the slightest smell.

Its function is to make people feel irritable and their qi and blood flow backwards. It is not a highly toxic substance, but now Murong Fu is in a time when his mind is throbbing and he is unable to maintain himself.
Chapter completed!