When he heard that Tianshi Zhang was going to fight with him, he was a little unsure and secretly complained. However, he was silent on his face and there was no sign of giving in. He asked how Tianshi Zhang played with heaven as a chessboard, but he was actually calculating the odds quickly in his heart.

Li Yundong knows that such a fight can be regarded as a literary fight, not a martial fight.

Although there is no earthshaking fight like martial arts, nor is it as dangerous and unpredictable as martial arts, in fact, it is easier to be unpopular, because the rules of civil fighting are the most difficult to grasp, and who has the problem of civil fighting has basically won more than half.

This is just like the Chinese Sanda and Muay Thai PK. Although neither side disagrees with the other, the first thing to compete in PK is not the Kung Fu, but the rules of the game. Who can compete for the rules of the game is basically determined by the overall situation.

Because no matter how powerful Muay Thai masters are, if they compete according to the competition rules of Sanda, they will end up with one word: lose! No matter how powerful a Sanda master is, if he plays according to the rules of Muay Thai, the end is the same: lose!

This iron rule has been verified many times in the fighting competition between China and Thailand.

Li Yundong is a master at the grand master level in both fighting and fighting. Naturally, he knows that when the strength of the two sides is close, whoever first puts forward the methods and rules of fighting will win more than half.

Although he is a master of Jinxian, the reason why the literary fight is so cold is that the literary fight has many rules and regulations, which can erase the strength gap between the two to the greatest extent.

Li Yundong secretly admired Master Zhang's good calculation, but he couldn't help it.

Master Zhang expected that although Li Yundong knew that the odds of winning were very low, he would never give in, so he said to Li Yundong in a loud voice, "immortal Li, look up!"

When Li Yundong looked up, he saw that there were clouds in the sky of Longhu Mountain. Stripes slowly appeared in the clouds, dividing the clouds into squares one by one and turning them into a huge chessboard.

Li Yundong suddenly understood that master Zhang wanted to play chess in the sky with heaven as a chessboard and cloud as a chess piece.

Such a literary struggle not only requires strong mana cultivation, but also requires practitioners to have profound go skills. For a practitioner, a great master who is not the unity of heaven and man and has both literature and martial arts can never play chess like a man on the ground and a chess in the clouds.

Li Yundong took a deep breath. After a little hesitation, he simply agreed and said, "OK, but who will take the lead?"

Heavenly Master Zhang laughed and said, "immortal Li, I'm old and old again. My cultivation is not as good as you. Why don't you let me go first?"

Li Yundong smiled bitterly in his heart: this heavenly master is so cunning that he is so low. In front of his disciples, he admits that his cultivation is not as good as me. How can I refute?