Chapter 156

Li Changsheng didn't understand what level 9 of wild fox meant. In his time, there was no such thing as network, let alone the well-known online battle platforms such as wild fox, Qingfeng and Yicheng.

But even if the other party is level 19, Li Changsheng doesn't care.

The word "national hand" is an ancient title for the top experts of go, and Li Chang has defeated many national hands and is known as the "hidden saint" of go.

Because he is very low-key and unknown every time. Only those people in the circle know his existence.

Li Changsheng sat in front of Wu Xiaowan's computer. The moment he sat down, the whole person entered the state of Kui bubo.

Wu Xiaowan stands behind Xing Zhao. There is no doubt that as an amateur go lover, she loves go very much and hopes to learn something from professional players.

Xing Zhao's sister Xing Rong stood behind Li Changsheng to watch. She was very confident in her brother's chess skills and didn't worry at all, so she wanted to see Li Changsheng's expression when he was abused.

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Li Changsheng's black lead is a very common starting method. He does not advance rashly, returns to the middle moment and plays steadily.

Xing Zhao showed a sharp attitude at the beginning. Perhaps for him, treating an amateur chess player is not worth his attention at all.

Besides professional competition, he also enjoys this kind of carefree and dripping vertical and horizontal feeling.

Professional players against amateurs are often destructive, like tigers into sheep.

Even after many online battles, some of Xing Zhao's opponents directly cancelled their accounts and never played go again. They were hit too hard and exceeded their psychological tolerance. The chess field is like a battlefield. Many people who don't know chess can't understand that kind of pressure.

At the beginning of Li Changsheng's middle distance, Xing Zhao felt that he had a winning chance.

Ten minutes later, Xing Zhao had completely opened the situation. Seeing that victory was in sight, Xing Rong behind him was even more pleased.

But at the next moment, Xing Zhao's vision of victory deviated little by little. In the end, it was like a million troops broke into the ecstasy array, disoriented, and the initial advantage was wiped out.

"How could this happen?"

Xing Zhao frowned.

The other party seems to be in the middle of the rules and distance. It seems that he can see its essence at a glance, but in the later stage, it makes him feel that a fly falls on the spider's web.

Now, from the perspective of Xing Zhao's professional players, it can be seen that Li Changsheng's words are not completely boastful. At least now, he can't see through and understand the chess game.

In the next ten minutes, Xing Zhao rushed to kill in every way, and finally lost in a muddle.

This makes Xing Rong, who was waiting to see Li Changsheng's joke, look very ugly.

Wu Xiaowan, who has always held a learning attitude and just began to feel that Xing Zhao is very natural and unrestrained. He has the style of a great general. At the moment, his mouth is slightly open and his face is incredible.

He lost so inexplicably. Looking at the dense chess game, Xing Zhao's first thought was to cut meat with a blunt knife. The other party didn't have any fierce momentum and clever finishing touch from beginning to end, but it was the extremely regular method that made Xing Zhao, a professional chess player, lose completely.

Xing Rongchang breathed out and felt a little oppressed. He felt that he was caused by belittling the enemy. He played 12 points and asked for another game.

The result is still the same. Li Changsheng is still so steady, just like a ball of cotton. No matter how powerful your fist is, it is useless to hit it.

Finally, Xing Zhao was defeated again. Even if he was stupid, he could see that Li Changsheng was not a mediocre, but really had extraordinary strength in go.

Wu Xiaowan's mind is a little complicated. He knew he would stand behind Li Changsheng to learn.

Professional boxers are not necessarily better than amateurs.

"Come again."

Xing Zhao took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and his little thumb was shaking gently.

Xing Rong, who is familiar with his sister, knows that his brother is really nervous this time.

Losing two games in a row, if the last one can't save face, the image he established in front of Wu Xiaowan will destroy most of it.

"The first two times are just warm-up. I'm going to really come to this game."

Xing Zhao pretended to be relaxed and said.

Li Changsheng just skimmed his lips.

"It's good not to admit defeat, but it's disdainful not to admit defeat."

This time, Xing Zhao took the sunspot first and showed an aggressive attitude at the beginning.

As a professional boxer, he always likes to play chess online because he can put aside the burden of victory and defeat and enjoy the pleasure of vertical and horizontal killing.

Xing Zhao was nicknamed "great white shark" on "Qingfeng" because his chess style was too fierce. In Qingfeng, Xing Zhao's stage was 12, which was already a very high level.

This time he made up his mind to make a quick decision. He must not give Li Changsheng a chance to breathe. He could not be confused by Li Changsheng's various reasons, lead him by the nose, and finally lose inexplicably.

At the beginning of this time, Xing Zhao's chess speed was like wind and rain.

Quick, accurate, cruel.

His level is really high, and the last two are really despised. It is obvious that he has played 12 points to win back the scene in this game.

Li Changsheng rubbed his temples. Xing Rong thought that Li Changsheng was frightened by his brother's momentum. He was just a little proud, but he saw that Li Changsheng's chess style suddenly changed, less gentle and elegant, and more decisive, which was completely different from the chess style of the first two games.

Falling seeds are like rain, like war drums and thunder, rampaging and murderous.

Every time Li Changsheng falls a son, he is shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods.

When the last son fell, Xing Zhao's camp had been washed away, with countless deaths and injuries.

For a moment, Xing Zhaosheng felt defeated like a mountain. A dense cold sweat appeared on his head. He clenched his lips and turned pale.

He wiped the sweat on his head, his strength seemed to be drained, and sat down on the chair with his heart pounding.

For many years, he learned go from an early age. Now he has played chess with many international masters, but he has never been so frightened as today.

Xing Zhao looked at the dense chessboard on the computer. The whole person looked like a general captured by failure. The more he looked, the more he felt bloody.

The chess field was like a battlefield. Looking at the figure sitting there, Xing Zhao slowly stood up and bowed deeply to Li Changsheng.

Hearing the Tao has its own order, and those who reach it are teachers.

There is no doubt that Li Changsheng's chess skills have surpassed him too much.

"Chess saint, sir, deserves it."

Xing Zhao said.

Nearby, Wu Xiaowan and Xing Rong were completely stunned.

And Li Changsheng just nodded slightly.

"I am."