The chess table is a huge bluestone slab with lattice crisscrossing and very neatly. The black and white chess pieces on the lattice are as big as peach eggs, covering 700 to 80% of the open space. The situation is about to enter the final stage, and there is very limited room for turning.

At this time, the situation of the White Chess was quite bad, and they were facing the risk of being strangled by black chess. A big dragon connected to the lower left was surrounded by several black chess around and was about to be slaughtered. The white chess that could be rescued at the corner were also blocked by black chess on the road. The four routes seemed to have the chance to save the big dragon, but they seemed to have no chance.

Duan Yu suddenly said, "Okay, let's do it!" As he said that, he put a white piece on the chessboard.

Su Xinghe looked happy and nodded, as if he was complimentary. He made a black piece. Duan Yu had figured out more than ten chess pieces, and then he set a white piece. Su Xinghe set a black piece again. The two of them set a dozen times. Duan Yu sighed and shook his head and said, "The old man is extremely exquisite and ingenious. I can't crack it even if I can't."

Seeing that Su Xinghe had won, he looked sad and said, "Young master's chess is sophisticated. These dozens of chess have reached an extremely high level. I just couldn't think of a deeper step. It's a pity, a pity. Alas, it's a pity, a pity!" He said four times in a row, and the regret was very deep.

Duan Yu was a little confused and picked up more than ten white pieces he had placed from the chessboard and put them into a wooden box. Su Xinghe also picked up more than ten black pieces.

The original endgame formation is still retained in the chess game.

Duan Yu stood up and was safe and sound. Everyone looked at Ding Chunqiu and thought that it was probably because of the other party's false threats, and there was nothing strange about the chess game.

"I wonder who will try the next one?"

Su Xinghe stared at everyone, his eyes shaking on Murong Fu. Except for him and Duan Yu, Yang Guo met the standards for accepting disciples in the "Xiaoyao Sect". Others were either too old or ugly, or even monks who became monks, and were not the best candidates. As for the women in the field, they had been subconsciously ruled out by him.

As for the people of Xingsu Sect, they are disciples of the enemy and will never look for them there.

Murong Fu's face kept a faint smile, and had no intention of ending.

"Master, I'm willing to give it a try."

The person who spoke was Fan Bailing, who was the best chess skill among the eight friends of Hangu, knelt down and asked, "These disciples were never qualified to crack this game. Today, with so many people, since the master said, "Anyone can try it out," he also dared to try it out."

The eight of them had been driven out of the sect by Su Xinghe before, but they were just pretending to be for Ding Chunqiu to see. He did not forget to hold the rituals of his disciples.

"Mr. Fan, your chess skills are too poor."

Su Xing River and Ding Chunqiu are beside him, so he can only call him this.

"Please help me." Fan Bailing bowed again.

Finally, he sat on the stone pier as he wished, and took more than a dozen steps, and he let out a few mouthfuls of blood and retreated.

This game seems a bit evil!?

Seeing Fan Bailing's miserable situation, everyone showed a look of fear in their eyes. They also looked at the game in front of them, thinking about whether they would vomit blood and be injured if they ended up.

"I wonder who will come next layman?"

Su Xinghe restored his good chess pieces and asked.

The scene became quiet for a while.

Suddenly, a sound like a broken gong sounded: "Hehe, our boss is invincible in the world. I think this boss will end up in this chess. If you break this bad game earlier, you will save others from taking the lead."

The person who spoke was the South China Sea Crocodile God. Although the content was a bit shameless, he looked serious and combined with his confident tone, it seemed that he was thinking that way.

Duan Yanqing frowned slightly, but then he met the past. He just took a step slower, and then he was taken away from the throne of Dali, which should have belonged to him.

No longer hesitated, he stretched his iron stick into the chess box with his left hand, and the head of the stick seemed to have suction, sucking a white piece and putting it on the chess game.

Xuan Nanzang, who led the team in Shaolin, said: "The Duan of Dali is unique in martial arts, and he is truly invincible."

Seeing Duan Yanqing using this method of demonstrating his internal strength, Duan Yu couldn't help but recall the scene of Duan Yanqing playing chess with the Huangmei Monk that day. He knew that not only his internal strength was deep, but his chess skills were also very high. I was afraid that this "Zhenlong" would really crack it for him, and it was unknown.

Then I thought of the internal energy that was filled with replenishment in my body, and the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" that I have practiced hard these days, and I thought to myself that I knew you this time and didn't come to cause trouble for me, otherwise I would have calculated it together with the previous account.

Duan Yanqing fell down and tried to open up the situation with the force of the edges and corners, but in the face of the black chess who were chasing and blocking, it seemed that he was getting more and more trapped in the quagmire, and each step took a long time.

Xuan Nan suddenly said, "Master Duan, you were walking in the tenth steps at the beginning, but on the eleventh steps, you walked into the side door, and you became more and more deviant, and you could no longer save it."

Duan Yanqing's muscles on his face were stiff and expressionless: "Your Shaolin Sect is a famous sect. You follow your right path, but how can you solve the problem?"

"This chess game seems to be right but not right, it seems to be evil but not evil. It is impossible to solve it with the right path, but if you are just taking a different approach, it will not work!" Xuan Nan sighed, and could not explain why.

Duan Yanqing's left iron stick stopped in the air, trembling slightly, and he couldn't stop. After a long time, he said, "There is no way ahead, and there are pursuers behind. It's neither right nor evil, what should we do!"

Ding Chunqiu, who was watching on the side, finally found the opportunity and laughed: "Yes! It is easy for a person to go from the right to the evil, but it is difficult to turn from the wrong to the right. In this life, you are destined to be ruined, ruined, ruined! Alas, it's a pity that a mistake will lead to eternal regret. If you want to look back, you can't do it anymore!"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a faint spiritual force. Ding Chunqiu had some involvement in the use of his spirit and was inducing Duan Yanqing to spiritually.

Duan Yanqing was already a little confused when he played chess. He was stunned when he heard this. He suddenly said sadly: "I am as the prince of Dali Kingdom, and today I am in a state of decline and have fallen into this field. I am really ashamed of my ancestors."

Ding Chunqiu followed up and said, "You died in the nine springs and you were also indifferent to the ancestors of Duan. If you know that you are ashamed, you might as well commit suicide. It is also considered a heroic behavior. Alas, alas! It is better to commit suicide, and it is better to commit suicide!" The words were soft and pleasant, and the person with less skilled skills was already drowsy and drowsy.

"Oh, why not commit suicide!" Duan Yanqing raised the iron rod and pointed it to his chest. But he had a very deep cultivation and knew something was wrong. The speed of the iron rod was slow to tap.

when!

With a metallic buzzing sound, Murong Fu pointed out, and a powerful energy came out like a sharp sword, hitting the iron staff in Duan Yanqing's hand, and actually knocked it away with one blow!

Conjunction with fingers!

The fourth vacant space in the main martial arts and the last one, Murong Fu decisively left it to the strongest unique skill of his family. As the fingering level increased, he could feel the exquisiteness of this fingering. No wonder the "Sweeping Monk" in the original work used the ginseng finger and sighed that he was just learning the basics.

It turns out that this fingering can be blessed by the power of stars in the sky, and theoretically, the power can be infinite.

If Murong Fu had not broken through the eleventh level of Dou Zhuang, he would probably not know and would not be able to use this kind of blessing. Although the fingering method is called "Shenhe", in his opinion, using "Shenshang" seems more appropriate, representing the stars in the sky.

Perhaps later generations could not break through the eleventh level and thought that this fingering method was to commemorate the battle of Chanhe Po, so they changed their name?

You know, this fingering method was created earlier than the battle of Chanhebei.

Of course, all this is just his guess and there is no evidence.

The reason why he saved Duan Yanqing was to save Xu Zhu from coming out to pick up the bargain. The South China Sea crocodile god saw that the boss was about to commit suicide, and screamed and was about to catch a monk and throw it over.

Duan Yanqing woke up immediately after the iron stick in his hand was knocked away. He looked at Murong Fu gratefully and looked at Ding Chunqiu coldly, but he couldn't figure out the truth of the other party's weaknesses and reality just now. Moreover, he was even more afraid of Ding Chunqiu's mental induction just now, so he could only record this one for the time being.

"Dun Duan's chess skills are quite good, but unfortunately he has not finished this game."

Su Xinghe sets up the endgame again and waits for the next person to challenge.

Murong Fu looked at Jiumozhi and smiled and said, "National Master, why not give it a try?"

"Hahaha, the little monk doesn't need to compete. This chess game was originally no one in the world, but was used to make trouble. The little monk has self-knowledge and does not want to spend more effort on useless things. It's better for Mr. Murong, come on."

When Murong Fu almost rolled his eyes when he heard Jiumozhi say something that was exactly the same as the original plot except for the last sentence.

Why, Jiumozhi, don’t you want to play chess? Then come to participate in a nonsense chess game! I just came here to make trouble for me?

I deserve to be a tool for the rest of my life, but was finally sucked away by Duan Yu.

"The national teacher is serious about this. He won't wait for me to play chess with Fu, right?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.

He was too lazy to complain at this time. Su Xinghe was an examiner, so could someone replace the examiner invigilating the exam? If he could replace him, would he change his bags? It would be okay to have a bad chess?

If it doesn't work, then it's okay to replace the irrelevant Shaolin disciples like Xu Zhu. A bunch of bad chess pieces can be destroyed no matter what endgame you want. The so-called "Zhenlong chess game" can be broken in minutes.

Hearing Murong Fu's words, Jiumozhi was also stunned and smiled and said, "Of course not, how could the little monk make things difficult for Mr. Murong?"

"That's good!"

With Jiumozhi's guarantee, Murong Fu immediately entered the chess game. As for Ding Chunqiu's interference, some spiritual power was just showing off in front of him and didn't take it seriously.

Bang!

Su Xinghe looked happy and quickly made a move. Murong Fu responded calmly, thinking about finding an opportunity to kill him in his white chess.

However, now we have just made a move, the time has not yet come, and there is no situation where we can lose ourselves.

According to Duan Yu and Duan Yanqing's method of making moves, and combined with his own understanding, Murong Fu calmly made moves. However, after less than ten sons of his life, the scene in front of him suddenly changed and he came to a city!

Murong Fu's expression changed and he quickly checked the system information.

[You meet the various conditions set by Wuyazi and trigger the illusion test. Please try to stay alive until the test time is over]

"call!"

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he had not entered the illusion because of his devil.

He looked around and found that there were troops wearing the same armor as him and wearing blue cloaks, finally squeezing the hollows in the city, and it was so dark that it could not be seen at first sight.

"Meet my king!"

The soldiers and generals knelt down together, their voices shook the world, and even the birds in the sky shook down.

"Wuwu!"

A sound of a trumpet came from outside the city, and a large number of troops wearing red armor came.

Murong Fu understood a little, pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed out to the wide open city gate: "Follow me to fight out of the city and defeat the enemy!"

"Here!"

After a fierce battle, Murong Fu successfully eliminated the enemy and led the army to counterattack the Red City...

Time in the illusion is fast, and it takes a few years to blink, but it is only a few seconds in reality.

Murong Fu led a large army to expand territory, restored the homeland of the Three Yans, and occupied a third of the world.

When he opened his eyes, Su Xinghe stood up excitedly and grabbed his hands: "Zhenlong's chess game has been broken. Go to that hut. There is a huge opportunity waiting for you."

That's all? No need to play chess?

Since the other party said that he had passed, Murong Fu naturally wouldn't talk nonsense. He came to three wooden houses without doors, split the hole with one palm, and then went in and chatted with Wuyazi.

"Wait a minute, what is in that room! If it is a treasure from this sect, you cannot let outsiders enter."

Ding Chunqiu immediately stood up and walked towards the wooden hut.

"Mr. Murong, hurry up, I'll stop this old monster for you!"

Su Xinghe jumped in front of Ding Chunqiu and immediately fought with the other party.
Chapter completed!