Ling Feng frowned and smiled, his eyes moving with a faint edge.
Although they are no longer in Shenhuang, it is not difficult for Ye Xinran and the others to change over the years. With a super spy like Sikong Jue, everything will become a matter of course.
"They have grown up!" Ling Feng exhaled and said loudly.
Yes!
In the past few years, Ye Xinran, Ling Qing and the others have changed a lot. Once people are no longer dependent and have obsessions in their hearts, they can often burst into amazing potential. This is the case for Ling Qing and the four Yunxi girls.
From the Martial Saint realm to the current fifth-level Martial Lord, their combat capabilities are completely different. Each of them is a terrifying powerhouse who looks down on the seventh-level Martial Lord. Even in the divine wilderness, they are extremely loud.
This is exactly what he expected.
And now that he is back and caught up with the Holy War, he knows what Ye Xinran is expecting, but he is not in a hurry to rush to the Holy Land of the Human Emperor. Everything has a gradual process. He wants to put a little pressure on them, and a little more pressure.
Jihad is an opportunity!
He wanted Ling Qing and the others to fight with all their strength. Only in this way would their performance be amazing enough.
Not long after, Sikong Jue flew up to the peak. He held a big chessboard in his arms and said with a smile: "Come on, I have been suffocated all these years. Everyone has entered the battlefield of gods and demons. Now I am free."
Come down and play a few games with me, an old man."
This is one of his obsessions.
However, because Qingyi, Yu Xian and others had entered the battlefield of gods and demons, he was stationed alone at Huangmen, and he did not have such a leisurely life. It was different now. He felt relaxed and picked up this obsession again.
"Why me?"
Ling Feng frowned. He was thinking about the next battle, but was interrupted by this uninvited guest.
"Why not you?" Sikong Jue rolled his eyes and threw the chessboard on the ground, leaving no room for Ling Feng to regret it.
"You can choose Senior Sister Qingyi, the second child, the third child, or the fifth child, the sixth child, and the others." Ling Feng curled his lips and glared at Sikong Jue, the old man was sure to defeat him today.
Sikong Jue didn't even raise his head. He took out the chess tube and said, "That girl Qingyi is deep in thought. I can't afford to offend my old man. The second and third children are too bad at chess. It's really pointless to play chess with them."
"Is this a reason?" Ling Feng stared, not even believing a hair on Sikong Jue's face.
"Ahem, they are all busy, you are the only one who is free." Sikong Jue's face was not red, and he grinned. Qingyi was refining the cluster of Nirvana True Fire, which was of great significance to her.
And Yu Xian, Jun Jianxiao, Yi Feng, and Lu Wen were all digesting their experiences of fighting in the battlefield of gods and demons over the years. Naturally, he would not disturb them. Only Huangmen Xiaoqi was meditating leisurely, which gave him the opportunity.
.
"Then let's play two games." Ling Feng was defeated by Sikong Jue. He couldn't afford to offend anyone emotionally, especially Qingyi. If Sikong Jue went up with a chessboard in his arms, he would probably be slapped down.
Huangmen has never understood what it means to respect the elderly.
"That's exactly the truth."
Sikong Jue was overjoyed. He handed the white chess piece to Ling Feng and said, "You come first."
Ling Feng took the chess pieces, stared at Sikong Jue and said, "I'm not very good at chess, so don't bully me."
"How come."
Sikong Jue glared and said loudly: "Besides, this was just done casually. Is it necessary to be so cautious?"
"That's right!"
Ling Feng's forehead was placed directly in the center of the chessboard.
He is not very good at playing chess. That is to say, when he was in the Holy Mountain, he spent some time playing with the old man of the Holy Lord. The old man was also obsessed with chess. He even once said that if someone can enter the Tao through chess, he must be
A different world.
For this reason, Ling Feng also studied chess, but finally gave up because this kind of chess was not suitable for him.
"Crack!"
Sikong Jue's eyes flashed, and a chess piece fell on the chessboard, directly facing Ling Feng's white piece, making it look like a competition.
One black, one white, one yin and one yang.
This is a kind of martial arts, and Sikong Jue's obsession is probably the same.
The two of them were talking and talking, and they gradually got to know the Holy War Ling Feng, which made him feel more calm. With enough rest time, Ye Xinran will definitely lead Nihuang to go further.
Sikong Jue's chess skills are very superb. He spreads out like a sword and keeps pushing forward. However, Ling Feng is different. He makes moves too quickly in the early stage, which makes the whole situation very messy and makes Sikong Jue attack and kill very easily.
Ling Feng's defender was also detained and under great pressure.
"Haha, boy Ling, although you have extraordinary talent in martial arts, you are just a newbie in chess." Sikong Jue laughed heartily. It was this feeling of leering that he enjoyed, it was so refreshing.
However, Qingyi, Yu Xian and those guys were too overbearing and fierce in attacking and killing, so he could only passively defend and was eventually forced to death. From then on, Sikong Jue gave up the idea of playing chess.
However, he soon set his sights on Huangmen Xiaoqi, a newcomer who could give him a chance to show off his talents.
"Life is like chess, Xiao Qi, you still need to realize more." Sikong Jue's eyebrows were dancing with joy, and he looked at Ling Feng, his eyes filled with the pleasure of being tortured.
He made frequent moves, forcing Ling Feng to be stretched.
"Chess is like life, but it is not life after all."
Ling Feng stared at the chessboard blankly. His chess game had been pushed to the edge. If he made one wrong move, he would lose the whole game.
"Stop talking nonsense. My old man has this kind of life experience. It is based on hundreds of years of experience. What do you have?" Sikong Jue urged unhappily: "Hurry up and play chess."
He had bullied Ling Feng to the extreme, and he would kill him as soon as he made a move.
"Then I fell behind?" Ling Feng said with narrowed eyes.
"fall!"
"Crack!"
As soon as the word was settled, everything changed in an instant.
Originally, the chaotic situation where Sikong Jue was killed suddenly came to life, as if a god of war suddenly shot out thousands of golden lights and stepped on the auspicious clouds to fight back.
The whole situation became tense, that one chess piece activated the entire chess board, and those seemingly scattered chess pieces suddenly became defenders, slashing at the opponent fiercely.
The finishing touch!
At this moment, the situation changed, and Ling Feng sacrificed his bloody butcher knife.
Sikong Jue was stunned. He stared at the chessboard with an expression of disbelief. The corners of his mouth could not help but tremble. This move blocked all his attacks and put his ferocious fangs into a cage. That feeling
It's like a person who is doing something passionate but gets a bloody shower on his head. It's so frustrating.
Now it's not a matter of him holding the butcher's knife high, but as long as he dares to make a move, the whole situation will collapse, as if he has sent his neck to Ling Feng's butcher's knife.
"Get off." Ling Feng urged.
"..."
"Whatever one is next?"
"..."
"Old man..."
"Old man, old man, you still know that I am an old man!" Sikong Jue suddenly said angrily: "Old people have to think more when playing chess. Why are you urging me?"
After saying that, he pushed the chessboard and said unhappily: "This game doesn't count, let's go to the next one."
Second game.
Sikong Jueke was more cautious, killing Ling Feng's pieces from time to time, making every move, and pushing Ling Feng to the limit. However, in the later stage, Ling Feng suddenly changed his formation and gradually faced up. When he put a
When each chess piece falls on the chessboard, each piece of the chess game comes alive.
In the end, Sikong Jue was forced to death again.
"You are too thoughtful." Sikong Jueqi's beard trembled. He made a miscalculation and underestimated this kid's chess skills. This simply pushed him into a pit of fire.
"Chess stinks!"
"..."
Now Ling Feng finally knows why Sikong Jue said before that Yu Xian, Jun Jianxiao and others were bad at chess, and he was killed in such a miserable way.
"One more game!"
Sikong said unwillingly. Every game felt like there was only a small difference. If he was faster, he could kill Ling Feng and kill everyone. How could he give up willingly?
"good!"
Ling Feng smiled. This old man was quite serious. If he didn't kill him quickly, he would probably bother him every day in the future. Now he finally understood the reason why Jun Jianxiao and others showed no mercy.
You must be cruel to this old man!
Game 3!
Ling Feng's moves were like lightning, his attack was fierce, he drove straight in, slaughtering his way through Sikong Jue's chess game, eating all his pieces one by one.
This is not a conspiracy!
It's Chi Guoguo's conspiracy!
What's even more frightening is that Ling Feng is forcing Sikong Jue to die, completely controlling the rhythm in his own hands. The killing makes Sikong Jue's heart become gray and he wants to smash Huangmen Xiaoqi and the chessboard together.
This is what he calls new tenderness.
He's just not very good at it, so don't bully him.
But, this guy is bullying him now!
He slumped down on the wicker chair with a sad look on his face. He couldn't defeat Qingyi, Yu Xian and others, but he had never lost so miserably. That kind of terrifying overall control was a trap from beginning to end.
a long time.
He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Low-key layout, high-profile killings, are you ready?"
"Ten years, right?"
Ling Feng glanced at Sikong Jue and said sharply: "Before, we kept a low profile because the situation required us to keep a low profile. But now the situation is different, so we have to keep a high profile."
"When I'm in a chess game, I feel like I'm in control of the game. In fact, I'm being controlled by the game and I can't help myself."
"I can't help myself..."
Sikong Jue's eyes moved, and he grinned: "Then go and fight, Huangmen will be your strong backing."
They are talking about a chess game, but not a chess game.
Nearly ten years have passed since Ling Feng and the others entered the Holy Land of the Holy Land. The Nishen people have always kept a low profile, but as time goes by, they will lose their faith, especially those in the Wu Kingdom. They don't know that the Nishens
In the glory of the public, naturally there will be no feeling of blood boiling, and even the sense of belonging is not strong enough.
And now Lingfeng wants to regain their confidence and make them proud of the Nishens!