Chapter 250

"Su Xinghe, I'm here to meet the master today. I'm not here to fight with you. All sects and factions are still waiting to break the Zhenlong chess game..."

Ding Chunqiu shook the folding fan in his hand and said in a cold voice. Su Xinghe was not a threat in his eyes. He came here this time just to take the opportunity to steal wuyazi's Beiming divine skill.

After listening, Su Xinghe glanced around and motioned the eight disciples with weapons behind him to return to the chess stage.

The thick fog around did not disperse, which made the deaf mute valley look a little gloomy. On one side of the chessboard, several torches were inserted, and the light was printed on the chessboard.

This chessboard has been very old for more than 30 years, so that the disciples of black and white can't crack it. Therefore, the top of the chessboard is full of dust, and some animals even climb over the marks.

"It is said that wuyazi has a beautiful face and elegant demeanor. He is not only proficient in the unique martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect, such as Beiming divine skill, xiaowuxiang skill, Tianshan Liuyang palm, Lingbo micro step, but also knows and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, earth and flower."

Aside, Wang Yuyan stared at Zhenlong chess game and exclaimed. She is knowledgeable and naturally has heard of this expert. In her words, it's just that she has a high appearance and is erudite. Therefore, most of the disciples accepted by wuyazi are elegant and extraordinary.

"No, no, I think our childe might be able to break it."

Baodi shook his head and said so. Although Murong Fu is a declining royal family, he has also been immersed in chess since childhood, so he may not be able to break the so-called Zhenlong chess game.

"Bao Di, be careful that the cowhide is broken! No one can break this Zhenlong chess game for more than 30 years. I think you're here to make up the number?"

The crane in the cloud among the four villains embraced his arms and smiled coldly. For a moment, the two sides waved their weapons and were about to have a big war.

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness. Lord Su Shi has set up a game here. Since you can fight, why do you have to fight? I think you'd better see the true chapter under the chessboard."

Monk Huang Mei of Shaolin Temple folded his palms and said happily. After listening, the two sides hummed coldly and took back their weapons.

"In that case, I will be the first to crack the chess game. I want to see what this so-called Zhenlong chess game can do!"

The evil god of the South China Sea, one of the four villains, held crocodile scissors in his hand, patted his chest and walked over. Mr. congbian Su Xinghe nodded without saying a word, but just stretched out his hand.

The South China Sea crocodile God stared at the chessboard on the wall and scratched his head. He hesitated for a moment, clamped a white chess with his fingertips and threw it into the chessboard at will.

Buzzing——

At this time, the chessboard released a violent light, and an invisible wave emerged, which made everyone retreat involuntarily. The mind of the South China Sea crocodile God seems to have been absorbed. A figure appeared in his eyes, a peerless strong man.

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Pooh!

That peerless strong man only launched an attack, which made his mouth spray blood. The South China Sea crocodile God woke up like a dream. He snorted and took a few steps back. At the moment, he was in a cold sweat and scared all over.

"It seems to be talking wildly!"

"Ah ha ha!"

There were a lot of giggles around, which made the South China Sea crocodile God feel ashamed. He just stepped back and didn't speak. It seems that the power of this Zhenlong chess game really surprised him.

"This gentleman is too murderous. If he can practice Buddhism, he will achieve a higher level in the future."

Su Xinghe made an exception and nodded to the South China Sea crocodile God. Wuyazi once said that Zhenlong chess game can see through all forms of the world, especially miscellaneous thoughts such as seven emotions and six desires.

"I've seen Mr. congbian. I'll try Murong Fu, my late student."

After the South China Sea crocodile God retreated, Murong Fu came up in white and arched his hands towards Su Xing River. Suddenly, everyone's eyes gathered. Su Xinghe raised his head and looked at murongfu with bright eyes,

"South Murong, North Qiaofeng. If you can't wait for North Qiaofeng, here comes a South Murong, good, good..."

It can be seen that Su Xinghe is quite optimistic about Murong Fu. Because wuyazi needs a handsome and extraordinary person as a disciple. There is no doubt that murongfu has a correct appearance, a young childe, and is very famous. Naturally, he is the first choice.

After Murong Fu saluted, he approached the stone board. Then, he caught a white chess with his fingers and landed on the board.

Buzzing——

That invisible wave hit again, but Murong Fu stabilized his mind and resisted. Su Xinghe nodded. He also took out a black chess and landed on the chessboard.

The game between the two is particularly wonderful. One comes and two goes, black and white chess pieces fight each other. However, Murong Fu's chess game was too cruel, and he still had the upper hand at the beginning.

However, in the mid-term, it will gradually fail. White chess is constantly swallowed up by black chess. After a while, the whole chessboard has no way back.

"How is that possible?!"

Murong Fu was sweating, and the wave hit him, and his mind was like being absorbed. He opened his eyes and suddenly saw him riding a horse, wearing military armor and hundreds of millions of elite soldiers behind him.

I saw a "Yan" engraved on the flag in the rear.

"Fuxing Dayan!"

"I want to revive Dayan!"

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Murong relapsed into madness. The three foot green front in his hand chopped wildly, splitting the surrounding stones in two.

"Cousin!"

Wang Yuyan quietly changed her appearance and was anxious. Fortunately, with the help of Su Xinghe, Murong Fu, who was crazy, stopped.

"Unfortunately, it's a pity that although almsgiver Murong has excellent chess skills, he is too obsessed with it..."

Su Xinghe shook his head and called it a pity. He was very satisfied with murongfu, but such a young hero also lost.

There was a lot of ridicule around. Murong Fu was like a defeated Rooster and walked back bitterly.

"Amitabha, although the old monk is not suitable to be a disciple of your Xiaoyao sect, he is really obsessed with chess, so he wants to have a try."

At this time, monk Huang Mei of Shaolin Temple stood up and folded his hands towards Su Xinghe. Su Xinghe smiled and nodded. He saw at a glance that the eminent monk had profound Buddhism.

However, this Zhenlong chess game is arranged by their Taoism. I'm afraid the boundless Buddha Dharma is useless.

They nodded and began to play games. One black and one white, you come and I go, and they don't give in. Huang Mei monk also likes to study chess in his life, so his chess skills are very exquisite. He plays chess with Su Xinghe.

Below, the major sects also nodded secretly. Because among these people, only one master can walk 50 rounds. However, like Murong Fu, in the later stage, white chess was weak and died a large area in a row.

In the end, the master couldn't do it and lingered for a long time.

For a long time, he shook his head, put down his white chess pieces and exclaimed.

"Zhenlong chess game is really exquisite. Chess is like life. Chess is like life. The old monk lost..."