Chapter 1207: Play chess, provoke, I will practice with you
He took a long breath.
The rosiness on his face had just dissipated little by little.
The flames dissipated, and Xu Zimo’s eyes were as bright as a torch.
“This Zhurong technique is really overbearing,” Xu Zimo said to himself.
As soon as he exhaled, a stream of white air followed the eight extraordinary meridians and came out of his mouth.
Looking up again, the sky outside has become brighter.
Xu Zimo got up and got out of bed, opened the door, and saw that the flame tree was still burning.
And in the courtyard, someone was sitting at some point.
The young man is sitting vertically in the pavilion, holding a black chess piece in his right hand and a white chess piece in his left hand, playing chess with himself.
“Good morning, brother,” the young man said with a smile.
“Morning,” Xu Zimo yawned and replied calmly.
“Brother, what’s next?” The young man stretched out his hand and asked.
Xu Zimo smiled and sat down next to him.
“Chess is like life, brother comes first,” the young man replied.
“The white chess piece is like a dragon. The dragon moves in the sky and the snake lies on the ground.” Xu Zimo’s white chess piece moves forward and moves in the palace grid.
“The black chess moves around the back, the snake also swallows the dragon,” the young man made another move.
“The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant. The elephant doesn’t even know it, let alone the dragon.”
“A snake has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years and transformed into a python or a dragon. Why not?”
The two of them were talking faster and faster, and the Othello moves in their hands were also getting faster and faster.
Soon, the entire chessboard was filled with chess pieces.
Xu Zimo played chess again and landed in the middle of the main palace.
“Dragon and snake can fly to the nine heavens, but I am the sky, dragon and snake can’t reach anything in the palm of my hand.”
The chess pieces fell, and the entire chessboard's original aura of killing suddenly changed.
White surrounds Black, like a dragon swallowing a snake.
“You lost,” Xu Zimo said calmly.
“Thank you for your advice, brother,” the young man stood up, cupped his hands and said with a smile.
“You came here just to play chess with me?” Xu Zimo asked.
“It was originally a challenge, but I have already lost the game, so I have no words to challenge again,” the young man said with a smile.
“And I took my leave.”
The young man left, and the figure walked halfway.
Suddenly stopped and said: "By the way, by the way, your friend has been challenged.
You can go and have a look."
“Xie Changliu?” Xu Zimo asked.
“I don’t know the name,” the young man shrugged and said, “It’s on the battlefield of the academy.”
Looking at the young man’s leaving figure, Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
No matter where you go, there are always some people who want to use ignorance to challenge his bottom line.
He left the courtyard and walked towards the battlefield inquiring about the situation.
The battlefield of the Seven Theological Seminaries was not difficult to find. After walking for more than ten minutes, Xu Zimo saw a very splendid hall in front of him.
There is a plaque hanging high above the main hall.
It is engraved with the two characters "Writing to Fight".
You can feel the fighting spirit rising to the sky bursting out from it.
On the gate, there are two handles with lion heads.
The faint roar of a lion came from it.
Before he entered the battlefield, Xu Zimo had already heard loud shouts from inside.
He grabbed the two lion head handles with both hands and pulled hard. The originally closed door was pulled down and thrown to the side.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw an aisle in front of him.
On both sides are rows of weapon racks, with various swords, guns and clubs placed on them.
He walked straight through the aisle, and the view ahead became wider.
This battlefield is a place for competition, just like its name, it is a real battlefield.
This place is so vast that there is no end in sight.
There is only endless yellow sand and numerous bones buried underneath.
I'm afraid this was once a real battlefield, but now it has been renovated by the Seventh Seminary.
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“Hit, hit well.”
"Sangui, don't lose to others. We can't afford to lose face."
Not far away, a very noisy sound came.
The sound of shouting and shouting.
Xu Zimo walked over following the sound, and from a distance, he saw hundreds of students wearing white robes gathered together.
He walked in quickly and squeezed through the crowd.
I saw two people fighting in the circle surrounded by these students.
One person is a fat young man, holding a meteor hammer and having infinite strength.
The other person is Xie Changliu.
Xie Changliu was obviously a little exhausted and was injured in several places on his body. However, his eyes were like swords, and the sword intent around him became more and more fierce as he fought.
Xu Zimo looked next to him and saw that several students were seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood.
Xu Zimo knew very well that these people were probably fighting Xie Changliu in wheel battles.
If this continues, Xie Changliu will sooner or later not be able to hold on for a few more rounds, and he will be unable to hold on.
After all, everyone present is the proud son of the Seventh Seminary.
Although Xie Changliu himself is not weak, he has not yet become an emperor after all. Beings like Hong Yu before him are no longer something he can compete with.
The young man named Sangui in the field was dancing vigorously with his meteor hammer.
Although Xie Changliu was outmatched in strength and had to fight and retreat, his eyes were like swords, staring closely at the young man's movements.
“What? Are you just going to be a coward?” Sangui laughed.
“If you want me to see it, you might as well admit defeat.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Changliu's eyes narrowed and he shouted loudly, "In."
The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, wrapping around the meteor hammer and piercing the young man's abdomen fiercely.
“You...,” the young man looked at Xie Changliu in disbelief.
“You are too careless, you are distracted by fighting and talking to me,” Xie Changliu said lightly.
“I don’t accept it, let’s fight again,” Sangui couldn’t accept it and shouted.
"If it hadn't been a competition just now, I'm afraid you would have been a corpse," Xie Changliu stood up with his sword and said calmly.
"You...," Sangui wanted to say something else, but was stopped by the voice next to him.
“Back off, I’m willing to admit defeat,” a young man came out.
The young man was wearing a simple blue robe, with the mark of the sun on his forehead.
His eyes held an air of calmness and authority.
It was obvious that he had a high prestige among this group of people, so the young man named Sangui obediently withdrew.
“The name of the Sword God is indeed well-deserved. These incompetent disciples like me are indeed no match for you,” the young man said with a smile.
“I’m a blue sky, could you please give me some advice?”
When the young man said this, there was no movement around.
Perhaps these students also realize that winning this kind of wheel battle is not honorable.
But they can’t afford to lose.
Xie Changliu's hand holding the sword was a little tighter. He knew his own situation.
It is no longer possible to fight, and the battle will be lost.
But the swordsman’s pride and swordsmanship do not allow him to retreat.
“Zhan,” Xie Changliu shouted softly.
The tone is serious, with a sonorous and powerful echo.
“Chang Liu, let’s take a rest,” Xu Zimo’s laughter came from the crowd.
Everyone turned around and saw Xu Zimo walking out slowly with a smile on his face.
“If you want to ask for advice, how about I practice with you?”
