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Chapter 941: The chess saint is defeated

After that, the chess master sat upright and said to the empty stone pier on the other side: "How to play this game of chess, please ask the seniors to figure out a way."

"Buzz!"

The chessboard trembled, and four words appeared on the corner: Blind chess, you first.

Just stay for a second and then disappear,

The Holy Heart of Chess understood the idea without any pretense, and said with great energy: "Thank you, senior!"

"Fourteen, four!"

brush!

As soon as the words came out, a line of small characters was engraved on the plate again: "Four, four!"

Chess Master: "Sixteen, sixteen!"

The small characters on the chessboard manifested: "Four, sixteen!"

One person and one chessboard is a chess game played in this way. There are no stones on the chessboard, only the stones are in the mind. The difficulty can be said to have reached its peak. It is basic not to remember your own placement point wrongly, but you also have to remember the opponent's placement point and

To figure out the best landing point, everything was done in the mind. Everyone in the arena didn't even dare to make a sound, they all involuntarily held their breath and stared at the chessboard.

Li Xiaobai could only understand the first few sentences where both sides were competing for horoscopes, and then a series of formulas such as Xiao Fei Gua, Da Fei Gua and so on. He had no idea what was coming after that. He looked around at the monks around him.

They all have similar expressions, but even though I can’t understand them, I can’t help but look at them.

Even though there is nothing on the chessboard, I always feel that the battle situation is extremely anxious.

No one dared to speak, the court was so silent that you could clearly hear a pin drop. As time passed, the chess master's speech became slower and slower. Big beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, and he bit his cheeks.

The bulge in his neck was bulging, all the veins on his neck were pulsing, and he was staring at the chessboard in front of him with bloodshot eyes. He was obviously under unimaginable pressure.

Everyone became a little anxious. If all the chess masters lost, then no one here would be able to win the game, and they would not be able to enter the real cemetery below.

"Come to Genhuazi."

Li Xiaobai lit a flower and threw it to the edge of the territory. Wisps of smoke drifted into the chess master's nose. He couldn't help but inhale. In an instant, the old man's rickety back suddenly straightened up, and his eyes bloomed.

There was a scorching light.

"Good chess, good chess!"

A hint of joy appeared on the chess master's face, his sad face relaxed instantly, and his speech suddenly became faster.

"Eighteen, two!"

"Seventeen, three!"

Looking at the chess master who improved his chess skills because of an unknown object, everyone's eyes flashed with surprise. What kind of treasure is this? They have never seen it before. Judging from the speed of its burning, it should be once

Sexual consumables.

"Hmm? What does it smell like?"

The smoke slowly spread and drifted into the noses of many monks present.

The monks felt refreshed for a while, their organs were cleansed, and their minds' understanding improved a little. Many of the confusions about their spiritual practice were solved at this moment.

"What kind of thing is this? It can actually improve our understanding!"

"Damn it, my understanding of the technique has reached a new level. I just stabilized it a bit and actually broke through the bottleneck!"

"No wonder the senior chess master behaves like this. It turns out to be because of this treasure. What is the origin of that young man? He actually possesses such a secret treasure. Could it be that he also came from some big force?"

Everyone's hearts are filled with turmoil. I know very well what kind of cultivation they have. This thing can be effective on them. If it is given to the sect, it will immediately improve the disciples to a higher level!

The way Blood Soul Monk Pudu and others looked at Li Xiaobai also changed. They originally thought that the other party was a troublemaker, but they didn't expect that he had such a good product. Now its value is not just as simple as having more fairy stone resources.

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If they can get that treasure, it will be a great development for them personally and for the sect they belong to!

"quiet!"

"A true gentleman watches chess without speaking!"

The old woman at the head reprimanded and said coldly, scanning the crowd with her eyes, and the excited noise stopped immediately.

To calm down the restlessness in their hearts, the monks once again turned their attention to the chess game. Anyway, this young man couldn't run away at this moment. They were not in a hurry. They would wait for the chess master to break the game before catching the young man and interrogating him to learn the secret of the treasure.

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But when they looked at the chessboard again, their eyes were shocked again.

I saw that the chess master's face was covered with sweat at this moment, his brows were about to twist into a knot, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and there was a look of panic in his eyes.

His lips trembled and moved for a long time, but he still didn't say where to place the next chess piece.

At this moment, most of the flower stick was burned but not completely burned.

"What's going on? With the help of this divine creature, why do you feel that the chess master is under greater pressure?"

"Is this chess game so powerful that even a being like a chess master will be defeated?"

The monks were in an uproar and could no longer suppress the horror in their hearts. They could not see the situation on the chessboard, but the chess master at this moment was obviously in trouble.

"So that's it, that's it!"

"What's being played in this game is not chess at all, it's Yin and Yang, evil and evil!"

"Winning or losing is decided in the first step. I have already lost in the star position in the first step. This game is about the pattern. It is my pattern that is too small!"

The chess master muttered to himself, feeling a little lost and not making any moves. He stood up and bowed to the chessboard with his eyes a little distracted.

"It was the junior who lost, and he was convinced that he lost. The senior's boldness and courage cannot be compared to the junior who is obsessed with the chessboard."

"It is a blessing to die here and witness the moment when future generations break the situation."

The chess master walked to the edge of the stone platform, preparing to face death.

"Senior Brother Xiang, what are you doing!"

The old woman screamed in surprise and swayed, trying to take the chess master away.

"Lao Xiang, it's just a game of chess. What's unimaginable? How could we, the semi-saints, be killed by a dead man?"

"Let's fight out!"

The old man also hurriedly stepped forward and caught the chess master. Everyone behind looked at the still empty chess board and felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts. It was just a game of chess, but it actually made a semi-saint strong man want to die.

It's a little too appalling.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it themselves.

"Look, the hook on that ancient building has moved!"

A monk pointed forward and shouted. He saw a pale blue light flashing directly in front of him, and a silver hook shot towards the position of the Chess Saint as if it had life.

"Damn it, I'm seduced, Lao Xiang, get away!"

The old man shook his hand and threw the chess master who was in a state of confusion. A writing brush in his hand appeared in the void and wrote a big word "ding" to hold up the hook.

"Gan, you want to hook my senior brother's soul? Fuck him!"

The old woman shouted angrily, and slashed out several cold rays of light from a pair of swords in her hands, cutting the silver hook into pieces.

But the next scene made everyone's hair stand on end in shock. One hook was gone, and instead dozens or hundreds of hooks slowly rose up and swayed in the void, as if they were looking for their favorite target.

The old man said in horror: "Good guy, no wonder you can grind a half-saint to death. This is just a hornet's nest!"


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