Chapter 950

Longchuan coughed: "master, her chess skill is really very good. I am not her opponent at all."

"Can you see your chess skill?" No one knows his apprentice better than God Jiuli.

Other aspects of Longchuan are talents that can be made, only chess skills I haven't been able to open up a star and a half since I've been with him for so many years.

Longchuan's chess skill is also the level of ordinary experts, and it can't move forward any more.

Other skills may make up for clumsiness, but chess skills, too much talent!

Longchuan bowed his head in embarrassment, but he was still unconvinced and muttered, "but, girl Xueyi's chess skill is really high, very high. After seven days of learning, she can defeat her disciples in a moment. Does it mean that she has talent in chess skills? In time, she may really become master's opponent. Why don't master leave her to try? "

Shen Jiuli's hand painted a little. He raised his sleeve and pointed to the side. There was an extra board on the big stone beside him. In the board was half a game of Canqi.

"If you can break the chess game in an hour, I will fight with you." Naturally, he said this to xueyimo.

"Good!" Xueyimo went to see the chess game without saying anything.

She is there to see, Ning Xuemo and she are one, naturally also see very clearly.

It's a Zhenlong chess game. From Ning Xuemo's current perspective, it's not too difficult, but it's not an expert among experts. This chess game is still unsolvable.

It seems that this chess game has really baffled snow clothes. And there, frowning and thinking.

Ning Xuemo sincerely hopes that she can live and would like to speak up to her, but she is an air like existence for the world. She can see these people, but these people can't see her or hear her.

So she watched as time went by, only to do the work in a hurry.

Nearly an hour, the snow clothes Mo suddenly moved, suddenly like flying. It's strange to say that she's laying down the white son, while the black son seems to be operated by someone in the dark. She falls one son, and the black son also falls one son, without pulling down at all.

After a while, the situation of black and white chess has become clear. Although the winner has not yet been determined, the Zhenlong chess game is broken.

"Master, master, she broke the chess game! Master! " Longchuan can't help but live nearby and report to Jiuli.

God Jiuli glanced back at the chess game, and then saw the snow clothes road with big eyes. There was a glimmer of light at the bottom of the eyes.

"God, can I stay now?" The eyes of snow clothes are shining and full of hope.

"I only promise to fight with you." Shenjiuli is not easy to fool. He waved his sleeve again, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard went to the chess bowl: "I hold the white ones. If you can win one of my seats, you can stay."

Ning Xuemo knows the abnormal level of shenjiuli's chess skill. How easy is it to win him?

She looks at snow clothes Mo and God nine Li to fight.

Shenjiuli did not sit in front of the chessboard, but he was still painting. Every time a son fell from the snow clothes, he would wave his sleeve and fall a son too. The speed was extremely fast, and even his head did not return. His attention was still on his painting, only a little distracted on the chessboard.

Less than half an hour after a game of chess, the winner will be divided. Snow clothes road lost!

"You lost!" The voice of shenjiuli is cold and light.

"Yes, I lost..." Snow clothes road some dejected, tightly pursed small mouth son.