Duan Yanqing said in a ventricular way: "Mr. Congbian is right. This game of chess is indeed difficult to play than Zhenlong at the beginning. Although Zhenlong lost more at the beginning, he only had more than 50 pieces and the venue was wide. This game of chess was played by Jiumozhi and he would never have a way to live."

Du Yu closed his eyes and calmed down, and suddenly opened his eyes: "I decided to play this chess."

Every arrangement of the space has its profound meaning.

This Zhenlong chess game is both difficult and cannot make adventurers completely incompetent.

Having enough strength to be able to reach Mr. Congbian's eyes and being invited to participate in Zhenlong is a test.

This Jiumozhi came out to make trouble and could suppress it, so he could leave this game of Zhenlong chess game that was close to the dead chess in the original work.

Du Yu had imagined that if Mr. Congbian was asked to re-arrange Zhenlong, he would have to play chess step by step with him.

Here, Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu have all been defeated by Mr. Congbian, and there is a big gap in chess skills and there is no possibility of victory.

But even if Mr. Congbian studies this situation carefully, he may not be able to make such a sophisticated plan as Jiumozhi, and make the situation look like it is now.

In other words, for Mr. Congbain and himself, this is a new game!

What Du Yu wanted was a chess game that Mr. Congbian had never played before!

He also had a vague move to back up, waiting for Mr. Congbian.

He resolutely said: "I want to do this!"

Mr. Congbian shook his head regretfully. In his opinion, Murong Fu, who is very skilled in martial arts and talented, is the most promising newcomer in the martial arts world, is the most promising candidate, but he chose the dead end.

Ding Chunqiu was peeking, "It's not a holiday." Is my Xiaoyao Sect really going to perish?

Mr. Congbay sighed with a blank expression: "Let's go!"

Du Yu ignored Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu's obstruction. The first word fell on the only living mouth of Dalong and committed suicide by killing Dalong, who had more than 10 sons in his place.

Mr. Congbian was shocked!

Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu were both stunned.

Even Ding Chunqiu, who was indifferent, chuckled.

"It turns out that he is the famous Mr. Murong. If this Zhenlong game is reviewed, it will be passed down to the world and become a famous game for all ages!" Ding Chunqiu said with a chuckling.

Du Yu did not answer.

Mr. Congbian was about to make a move, but hesitated.

Just as Du Qiao guessed, Mr. Congbian is the best in the world!

No one has ever been able to play white chess and will force Mr. Congba, who is leading by 8 goals, to almost draw!

Only Jiumozhi is the only one.

His computing power is too powerful.

Therefore, this game of chess is also a new game for Mr. Congba!

Mr. Congbian murmured, "This chess???"

Du Yu laughed: "Life is like chess and many brilliant things, life is like chess and new games! Mr. Congbian, I believe that he has been tired of playing this Zhenlong for thirty years. This time I will let you play a new game!"

Mr. Congbian sighed: "A life is like a new game. Mr. Murong. This statement contains philosophy. If you chew it a few times, you will feel a fragrance after you're left with your mouth."

He glanced at Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu smiled grimly and said, "What kind of life is like a new game? Su Xinghe, you can't make a comeback!"

Mr. Congbian smiled slightly and gave a son: "Let me see how I can do it!"

It was only at this time that Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu saw Du Yu’s intentions.

The queen who killed his big dragon in this move made a large open space, and there was no need to worry about the life and death of the big dragon, so you can give it a try!

Although the gap is a bit big.

With one eye for suicide, the difference is 13 eye.

It is very difficult to catch up with Mr. Congba, the world's number one.

But the two of them finally had a place to use their skills. They kept talking about it and discussed it, and then passed it to Du Yu in ventriloquy.

Du Yu only knew one move and committed suicide. His eyes were dark at this time. Duan Yanqing said that he would do whatever he wanted.

The number of chess pieces gradually increased, and the white chess began to catch up.

But what kind of person is Mr. Congbian in the world?

Even though he was surprised and played a new chess game, his chess skills were still higher than Duan Yanqing. Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu, plus the three chess tricks of Xu Zhu, were still not as good as Mr. Congbian and Zhuge Liang.

As he was about to enter the official stage, Mr. Congbian was still leading by 5 and a half.

Du Yu smiled slightly, fell down a word, and said softly: "Mr. Congbian, do you have a lost daughter, right?"

Mr. Congbian's hand trembled, and the blackzi actually landed in a place that should not have been placed. He didn't realize it and whispered: "Don't mention my child in front of this devil!"

Du Yu knew that he was afraid that Ding Chunqiu knew where Abi was, so he wanted to harm him, or used him to force Su Xinghe to hand over the secret book of Xiaoyao Sect, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Congbian, don't panic, let Ai be by my side, serve him for more than ten years, and have made merit. I will never let her suffer any harm."

He turned his eyes.

Abi walked forward timidly, and she and Azhu served Wang Yuyan all the way. I wonder what important things the young master asked her to do?

Mr. Congbian's heart suddenly felt turbulent. Abi was sent to Jiangnan when he was a child. He had not seen him for more than ten years. At this time, he suddenly saw his precious daughter and tears were falling.

Du Yu sighed in his heart, although this approach is a bit despicable, it is a great kindness to let your father and daughter reunite? Mr. Congbian, would you let me pass the exam?

He seemed to be a college student who could not pass the senior high school entrance examination even though he could not do anything to the examiner. Abi's appearance was his way of retreating.

Mr. Congbian was still in the mood to play chess at this time? He looked at Abi blankly, his throat was sore and his tears were everywhere.

With bloodlines connected, he has recognized that this is his own daughter Abi!

Unexpectedly, she and Murong Fu became his maid.

Du Yu took the opportunity to make another shot and tied the disadvantage to 3 and a half points.

Mr. Congbian sighed.

How could he not understand Mr. Murong’s intention?

I hope he can make it more comfortable because of the Murong family's proper adoption of A Bi and raising adults.

But he was deeply grateful to his master Wuyazi, how could he let go?

He made another move, although he was in a turbulent mood and was not well-planned, but he was still extremely fierce. He expanded his advantage to 4 and a half eyes.

Du Yu sighed.

As the official approaches, there are not many people who can draw.

Abi walked to Du Yu and said timidly: "Young master, have some tea and have a rest? Don't be too tired." She also glared at Mr. Congbian who had been looking at her.

When Mr. Congbian saw Abi's deep affection for Du Yu, he didn't know that this girl was already Murong Fu's person.

He lowered his head and pondered.

Du Yu whispered: "There are not many people?"

Mr. Congba suddenly became shocked.

On the surface, Du Yu said it was a Zhenlong chess game, but he secretly alluded to Ding Chunqiu's game of chess, and he wanted to kill himself. Maybe he would break into the door and find his mentor Wu Yazi, who was both broken, how could he not kill?

Although Murong Fu failed to beat him, there are no other candidates and time left for his master and apprentice?

Murong Fu is already the only candidate.

He resolutely took a good move.

Du Yu smiled slightly and took another good move.

In the end, the official ended, and Bai Fang beat Black Fang half-eye!

Murong Fu. Wins in the Zhenlong chess game!

This victory was not only achieved by Du Yu's own efforts, but also by using Mr. Congbian's psychology to cleverly use Abi and Ding Chunqiu to operate.

Mr. Congbian sighed and glanced at Ding Chunqiu, making a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Murong. Please here!"

Ding Chunqiu suddenly felt something was wrong and slapped her palm: "Slow down!"

Du Yu turned around and changed his mind, bounced back Ding Chunqiu's Sanxiao Xiaoyao San. To deal with such a bad person with no limit, the most stringent defense techniques must be used.

Sure enough, Ding Chunqiu's three smiles were beaten back by Murong Fu again, and he flashed and avoided.

Du Yu glanced at Ding Chunqiu coldly.

Duan Zhengchun shouted in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Murong, go in quickly. I'm in here, he can't make a fuss!"

Du Yu slightly slimly, and with a palm, he blasted open the wooden house and walked straight into it.

As soon as he entered, he fell into the underground pit.

Below, there was indeed an old man waiting. He had three feet long beards, no white, his face was like a crown of jade, and no wrinkles. He was obviously not young, but he was still energetic and elegant. He was already in his old age, but his style remained the same as before.

"Are you Murong Fu?" he said in a hoarse voice.

Du Yu bowed deeply: "I have met the old senior."
To be continued...