As soon as Mo Xia returned to the room, he took out the chessboard and said to Jiang Beiran: "Senior brother! The opponent I met today is so powerful! He..."
"Let's talk about it later, I have to go out."
"Why!?"
Mo Xia's expression froze instantly. He didn't say a word to his senior brother on the way back just so that his senior brother could have a good "walk" and play chess when he came back later. But he didn't expect that his senior brother would go for a walk again.
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"You can review it yourself first. I'll be back soon." After stroking Mo Xia's hair, Jiang Beiran turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Beside a pool, Jiang Beiran asked Wu Qingce to stop and then stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
As soon as Jiang Beiran returned to the room, he sensed the mysterious energy emanating from Wu Qingce and knew that he wanted to see him for something.
"Senior brother, have you seen Mu Yao's competition?"
"Looked at it."
"She's so fast! And her attacks are very powerful. No one can survive five attacks from her until now."
"Scared?"
"It's not that I'm afraid...it's just..."
Seeing Wu Qingce hesitate to speak, Jiang Beiran said: "Want me to give you some advice?"
After hearing this, Wu Qingce immediately beamed and said, "Yes!"
"Stop dreaming, work hard, I'm leaving." After Jiang Beiran said that, he turned and left.
"division……"
Wu Qingce, who showed his hand, did not shout out in the end, but soon, he seemed to understand something.
'Senior brother doesn't give me advice, which means he thinks I'm strong enough to defeat that Mu Yao! This is the trust that senior brother has in me!'
After understanding this, Wu Qingce's self-confidence greatly increased, and the tension in his heart disappeared.
The next morning, Mo Xia was sitting on a bamboo chair waiting for his next opponent.
"Brother Jiuri, you must be faster today, otherwise you will miss my competition."
Jiang Beiran, who was standing not far behind Mo Xia, raised his head and saw the Mu brothers and sisters, who had been in the spotlight for the past two days, walking towards them.
The younger sister is Mu Yao. After she showed her third-level Xuanshi cultivation on the first day, and she said before that he was the most capable person in the entire Spirit Dragon Sect, all the decent disciples regarded her as a demon.
Teaching’s combat effectiveness ceiling.
Who would have thought that she had an even more fierce brother named Mu Jiuri, whose cultivation had reached the fourth level of Xuan Master. After these two days of fighting, none of the decent disciples could be his enemy.
Moreover, this Mu Jiuri is not only powerful, he is also very talented in terms of talents. He is proficient in Go, guzheng, painting, archery, etc.
Not only that, Mu Jiuri's appearance is also very outstanding. When he first appeared, he was playing the guzheng, wearing a red coat and black patterned cloud sleeves, sitting on the ground, with long black hair untied, sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, and a straight nose.
Thin lips give people a noble Qinghua look.
After the song was played, although many female disciples in the decent sect could not express themselves due to "camp" issues, Jiang Beiran could see that most of them were fans of Mu Jiuri.
After being pushed all the way to the chessboard by Mu Yao, Mu Jiuri nodded towards Mo Xia and sat down opposite him.
"Brother Jiuri, hurry up."
Mu Jiuri shook his head at Mu Yao and said, "Don't be ridiculous. What did dad usually teach us? We must respect every opponent."
"Okay, okay, I understand."
'Why do the Demon Cult have this style of painting now...'
Looking at this handsome young master from a close distance, Jiang Beiran really couldn't connect him with those strange disciples of the Demon Cult.
When the chief referee came over, Mo Xia and Mu Jiuri bowed to each other, and the game officially began.
"Da da da"
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The sound of moves continued to sound, and Mo Xia's expression began to become more and more solemn, because he found that the opponent in front of him was playing chess completely irrationally.
Generally speaking, most players like to attack and defend around the corners at the beginning of the game.
Because the corner is backed by the edge of the chessboard, it only needs to be guarded in two directions. Even if the corner is lost, it will lean to the edge, so it only needs to be guarded in three directions.
But Mu Jiuri directly attacked the central area. You must know that the central area must be defended from four directions. This is like not looking for a bunker during a war, but directly using an open area with air leakage from all sides as a base.
As a result, Mo Xia was too concerned about why Mu Jiuri was doing this. As a result, he became more and more chaotic and lost territory one after another.
In the end, Mo Xia, who couldn't find any chance of victory, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and stared at the chessboard.
"I...I give up."
Mo Xia, who was full of unwillingness, shed tears and her body couldn't stop shaking.
"You play chess very well. I look forward to playing against you again in the future." After Mu Jiuri said this, he saluted Mo Xia, but before he stood up to leave, his eyes paused on Jiang Beiran's face.
a while.
Jiang Beiran, who felt the other person's gaze, nodded towards him as a greeting.
"Brother Jiuri! What are you looking at? Let's go, let's go, my competition will start soon!"
Mu Jiuri, who was pulled by Mu Yao, also nodded towards Jiang Beiran, then turned and left.
After a while, Jiang Beiran walked up to Mo Xia and rubbed his hair, "He is very powerful. It is not unfair for you to lose to him."
After hearing this, Mo Xia cried louder, as if trying to vent the loss in her body.
"It's my game soon, do you want to continue crying, or come over and watch?"
After hearing this, Mo Xia wiped away her tears and said firmly and forcefully: "I want to see."
"Well, then come with me."
It took an hour for Jiang Beiran to finish off his opponent. Under the disbelieving gazes of the demon sect disciples opposite him, Jiang Beiran stood up, saluted him, and left Qixuan.
"Senior brother... you will definitely beat that Mu Jiuri tomorrow!" said Mo Xia, who followed Jiang Beiran out.
After three days of selection in Go, today is already the day of the semi-finals. After defeating his last opponent, Jiang Beiran's only opponent is Mu Jiuri.
"Do you know his chess skills?" Jiang Beiran asked.
"I..." Mo Xia hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know." But he quickly raised his face and said firmly, "But I am sure, senior brother, your chess skills must be better than his!"
Jiang Beiran smiled slightly and replied: "Okay, senior brother will try his best not to disappoint you."
After Mo Xia went back to read the chess records, Jiang Beiran walked to the ring area and found that Wu Qingce had won today's game and advanced to the semi-finals. Tomorrow's opponent was none other than Mu Yao.
Another day passed, and after the last competition, there were only fifteen people left on the side of the upright disciples. At this time, all the competitions had basically come to an end, which meant that in the final head-to-head encounter, the side of the upright disciples were still beaten.
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Several sects whose disciples had been eliminated had gone back early and did not even come out to eat together.
"My dear brother teaches well, and the disciples in the sect are all excellent."
In the banquet hall, Guan Shian looked at Lu Yinlong and said.
Now there are three contestants in the sect, only the Hiding Moon Sect and the Guixin Sect are left. However, many people think that the Guixin Sect is lucky because other sects also have disciples like Wu Qingce who have just broken through to the Daoxuan Master realm, such as
Xuanyang Sect, Tianwen Sect, and even the senior fellow from Tianwen Sect have reached the third level of Xuanshi, but in the previous competition they met the brother and sister Mu Jiuri and Mu Yao, and they were defeated together.
Therefore, Wu Qingce, who had just broken through to the Xuan Master, was just a lucky guy in their eyes. He would definitely lose to Mu Yao in the competition tomorrow.
"There are still many talented people in the Biyue Sect. Yan Qing's strength is obvious to all, and he will definitely be able to win for our decent disciples."
Wang Yanqing, he is the strongest contemporary disciple in the Yanyue Sect. Before departure, everyone in the Guixin Sect thought that he would be Wu Qingce's strongest opponent. But now that he has met Na Mu Jiuri in the semi-finals, can he advance to the finals?
Still a problem.
Guan Shi'an sighed: "I just hope he won't have any regrets tomorrow."
Before the Young Heroes Meeting started, Guan Shian had great confidence in Wang Yanqing, but after seeing Mu Jiuri's performance in the previous two days, he couldn't help but start to worry about whether his disciples could pass him.
"Oh, are we complimenting each other? Take me with you." At this time, Yin Jianghong, smelling of alcohol, came over carrying a wine bottle.
After giving him a helpless look, Guan Shi'an said: "I know your two disciples are great and don't need your praise."
In the past three days, Guan Shi'an has been tempered by Yin Jianghong. Although he knew that the other party was here to play, his performance was not that excessive. They lost just because their skills were inferior. They can practice again later.
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"Hahaha, I'm embarrassed by what Sect Master Guan said. Hey, those brats in my sect are having a bonfire banquet over there. Do you want to go outside together and have fun? What's the point of being in there?"
"No, I'm fine here."
"Hiccup!" Yin Jianghong burped, "Many of your decent disciples have also gone, aren't you worried?"
"Of course their sect leader is following them, so what should I worry about?"
As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. After four days of competition, the disciples of both sides have not only formed a deep friendship, but they can also be considered to have become familiar with each other.
From teasing each other at the beginning, it has now turned into competition with each other, and getting along is no longer as awkward as it was at the beginning.
"Gudu... Gudu... Ha~" He breathed out a breath of wine, and Yin Jianghong laughed and said: "I have to say, I didn't expect that there are actually a few of your decent disciples who can fight. I originally thought that our demon sect
I can take all the top eight spots.”
"You do have a pretty good idea." Guan Shi'an snorted coldly.
Although I have to admit that in terms of overall strength, the Demon Sect is superior, a few top disciples from the Zheng Faction finally fought their way out and saved some face for the Zheng Faction.
"Hey! Honestly, who do you think will win tomorrow?"
"We'll know after the battle tomorrow."
"Just take a guess. Hey, don't leave!"
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In the hilarity, the night passed, and a new day came, and the finals of various talents were held today.
A group of good and evil high-level officials were also sitting in the stands waiting for the birth of the leader with all the disciples.
Mu Jiuri's performance was still strong, winning the first place in three categories: archery, guzheng and painting, causing the audience to burst into exclamations.
"Mu Jiuri is still a human...isn't there anything he can't do?"
"It is indeed amazing. Although he is a disciple of the Demon Cult, I can only express my admiration."
"Hahaha, of course, our Nine-Day Senior Brother is recognized as a genius by all Demon Sect disciples. Not to mention this small Fengzhou, even in Xuanzhou, our Nine-Day Senior Brother is the most dazzling one."
"Come on, you said you are fat and you are breathless, and Xuanzhou is the most dazzling one. Why don't you just say that he has the appearance of Emperor Xuan?"
"There's nothing you dare to say! Our Nine-Day Senior Brother already has the appearance of Emperor Xuan."
"Yes, yes, you continue telling your story and I will listen."
"Stop arguing, the chess game is about to begin. If Brother Jiu Ri wins the top prize, it will be a grand slam."
"Then who is the opponent?"
"I don't know him. It seems he didn't participate in the martial arts competition. He came here specifically to play chess."
"Then it's no wonder that we can reach the finals. I'm quite capable of specializing. But it's a pity that I met Senior Brother Jiu Ri and I'm doomed to lose."
In the pavilion that served as the final venue, Jiang Beiran and Mu Jiuri sat face to face and bowed to each other.
"Brother Jiuri! Beat him quickly! We will celebrate for you if you win the first prize!"
In the stands behind Mu Jiuri, Mu Yao used her profound energy and shouted loudly.
In her mind, her eldest brother didn't need anything like cheering. As long as he participated, the only outcome would be victory.
In the stands, five golden flowers glared at Mu Yao.
'Hmph, if you dare to look down on your senior brother, you will know how powerful you are later!'
Liu Zijin and the others were originally called to see the world, so they were eliminated early because there were not many people watching the Go game. They were afraid that they would displease their senior brothers if they rushed to watch, so they could only endure it.
Now that the final day has finally arrived, all the disciples and sect masters have come to watch the game, so they naturally sit in the audience together.
Although they wanted to refute Mu Yao, because Mu Jiuri had won so badly in all the competitions just now, no one among the decent disciples was optimistic about Jiang Beiran.
But no matter what others think, the five of them firmly believe that their senior brother will definitely win!