Murong Fu sat opposite Mr. Congbian, and no one else refused. They were also interested in seeing what was so wonderful about this Zhenlong chess game.

Only by doing more research can we crack this chess game.

After only a few balls, Murong Fu, who was usually confident, his eyes became dull.

He was twisting a chess piece in his hand, trembling slightly and still unable to drop it.

His eyes became even more ferocious and confused.

The people watching had different expressions. Ding Chunqiu looked gloating about his misfortune, while Jiumozhi looked strange and seemed thoughtful.

People like Xu Zhu who don't understand Go at all are confused and confused.

Wanwan suddenly said: "You haven't even occupied the corner, and you still want to compete in the Central Plains?"

"Gusu Nan Murong is quite famous, but it's a pity that each generation is not as good as the last. Even if you die, you will not be able to face your ancestors."

"If I were you, I might as well commit suicide, which would be the end of a hero. I might as well commit suicide, commit suicide."

This voice is soft and pleasant, and gentle to the ears. Many people with relatively low skill levels feel as if they are becoming confused.

Murong Fu, who was the first to bear the brunt, was sweating on his forehead, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Since I can't compete in the Central Plains, and I am ashamed of my ancestors, I might as well commit suicide."

As he spoke, he raised his palm, ready to slap his forehead.

Next to him, Deng Baichuan suddenly shouted with his ground-breaking unique skills: "Young master, stop it!"

This sound contained all his true energy, and Murong Fu was so shocked that the chess piece fell from his hand, and he came back to his senses.

He was frightened for a while, and just now he almost went crazy and committed suicide.

Gong Yeqian angrily scolded: "Witch, you dare to use sorcery to harm my young master, it will cost you your life!"

Phew~~

As soon as Gong Yeqian rushed over, he flew back. His chest was sunken and he couldn't survive anymore.

Wanwan covered her mouth and snickered: "I don't have the ability. If you can't play chess, do you have to rely on me?"

"A mere Murong family dares to provoke our Yinkui sect. If you don't get out of here, don't leave!"

She had long disliked Murong Fu. The other sects of the Holy Sect actually wanted to support such a loser. How could they compare to Young Master Lin Lang?

Murong Fu couldn't help but want to take action, but when he saw Lin Lang standing next to him, he knew that he would die if he took action.

His teeth were almost broken. Before today, he was the leader of the younger generation of the Song Dynasty, as famous as Qiao Feng. Even after Qiao Feng left for northern Liaoning, he was already the first person of the younger generation of the Song Dynasty.

But after today, he may become the laughing stock of the world.

Because his retainer was killed by Wanwan, he was unable to take revenge.

"Walk!"

He personally picked up Gong Yeqian's body and left with the others.

Although no one laughed at him out loud, he could see their ridicule in those people's eyes.

He really shouldn't have come to Qipanshan this time.

Mr. Congbian sighed and put away the few chess pieces he had played before: "Who else wants to play?"

Jiumozhi originally wanted to go, but thinking about Wanwan making trouble nearby, he didn't dare to go.

This chessboard is very weird, as if it can completely pull people's minds into it. At this time, if someone uses the magic sound of the devil, he may also go crazy.

"Master Duan? Master Jiumozhi? The hero of the Beggar Clan? Taoist Master Qiu?"

After asking for a long time, no one dared to sit down again.

At this time, a young monk from Southern Shaolin was pushed out by his great uncle, Master Xuannan.

Xu Zhu scratched his bald head: "Uncle Master, this young monk doesn't know how to play chess."

"Amitabha." Xuannan called the Buddha and whispered, "Just make a few moves and admit defeat."

He, Nan Shaolin, just accepted the invitation to come and have a look, and did not necessarily want to solve the Zhenlong chess game.

He would never dare to play chess anyway.

Lin Lang laughed loudly: "This is the eminent monk of Southern Shaolin. He sent a young monk who can't play chess to make moves. He obviously doesn't care about the Zhenlong chess game. It's better not to play."

Others can play chess, but Xu Zhu definitely can't. He is a child of luck. He can turn defeat into victory after playing a random game. He will never give this little monk a chance.

Xu Zhu scratched his head and took two steps back.

But he felt inexplicably as if he had lost something.

I must be thinking too much. I don’t even know how to play chess. How can I still solve the chess game and get the benefits Mr. Chongbian said?

He is a Shaolin disciple. This time he is just here to meet his great uncle and see the world. He does not want to learn martial arts from other sects.

"Why, no one is going down yet? None of you are going down over there in Sui Dynasty?"

"What about the Song Dynasty? They're all gone, too?"

"It seems that this Zhenlong chess game can only be solved by me."

Mr. Congbian sighed: "The rule of this chess game is that whoever wins will get the treasure I promised. There once was a black and white piece under the Sun and Moon God Sect, and he was also a master of chess. I think you are not bad at chess."

"Okay then, let me show you my chess skills."

Lin Lang casually picked up a chess piece and threw it up.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Congbian could still stick to his principles in the face of such a strong Lin Lang, so they still had a chance.

Lin Lang lost the chess game, so he was embarrassed to continue sitting at the table, right?

Many people frowned as they watched Lin Langluozi.

What kind of move is this? There is no air at all. Within three steps, Lin Lang will definitely lose.

Jiumozhi and others were secretly happy. They could play chess after Lin Lang lost the game and left.

Lin Lang lost one piece: "The five pieces are connected, I win! Give it to me, give it to me."

Everyone looks at the chessboard, where is the winner?

It was clear that Lin Lang had lost. There was no need to continue. They all knew that Lin Lang had absolutely no chance of turning defeat into victory.

Mr. Congbian also looked at Lin Lang with a puzzled look on his face: "Right envoy, why don't you check the number? The rule is that black stones must occupy more than 185 to win, and white stones must occupy more than 177 to win."

Lin Lang waved his hand: "You're talking about Go, I'm talking about backgammon. If five pieces are connected in a line, you win. Why, I won, and you want to turn your back on me!"

No one expected Lin Lang to say this, what the hell is backgammon, but this Zhenlong chess game is clearly Go!

Wanwan smiled so brightly that her branches trembled: "Young master is good at chess, you are the one who won."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mr. Congbian’s lips trembled. He wanted to announce that Lin Lang had lost, but seeing the threatening look in Lin Lang’s eyes, he could not speak at all.

Wanwan looked at the others: "Do any of you object?"

Many people lowered their heads when they saw Lin Lang's eyes, not daring to look at Lin Lang at all.

Lin Lang turned around and looked at the others: "Okay, I have defeated Mr. Congbian. You can go back to where you came from."

XuanNan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the donor is a bit unreasonable."

Lin Lang looked at Xuannan and sneered: "You first undo the Three Smiles Xiaoyaosan on yourself, or do you want to die here and be buried with Ding Chunqiu?"

Xu Zhu was shocked: "Uncle Master, have you been poisoned? What should I do?"

XuanNan silently operated the technique and found no signs of poisoning.

He was about to scold Lin Lang for talking nonsense, but the corners of his mouth turned up unnaturally.

Xu Zhu: "Uncle Master, why are you laughing?"

Xuannan: "???"

Did I laugh?

Suddenly the corners of his mouth turned upward again, and suddenly there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

The others quickly backed away and looked at each other in horror. Master Xuannan was the pinnacle grandmaster, and he died so quietly?

Lin Lang said loudly: "Ding Chunqiu just sprinkled poisonous powder. All of you may have been poisoned. Those who are not poisoned may be poisoned if you stay for a while."

"Ding Chunqiu's disciples are all outside, why don't you go and see if there is any antidote?"

In fact, it was because when entering the valley, Xuannan and Ding Chunqiu were poisoned.

The poisonous powder that Ding Chunqiu sprinkled during the fight with Lin Lang was all sucked into the body by Lin Lang using the reverse star-absorbing method. How could it be wasted?

But others didn't know that they were looking at everywhere in the valley, as if poisonous powder was floating in the air, and they didn't dare to wait for a moment.

Everyone immediately turned around and hurried to find Ding Chunqiu's disciples to detoxify.

In an instant, everyone in the deep valley began to walk out, including Wanwan.

When Wanwan left, she waved to Lin Lang: "Sir, congratulations on getting this treasure. Not long after, there will be a treasure from Sui Dynasty, and you will come as well."

Lin Lang thought for a moment: "Okay, come find me when the time comes."

He probably knew what the treasure Wanwan was talking about and was really interested in it.

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together: "Right envoy, this poor monk is waiting for you outside the mountain and wants to make a deal with you."

Lin Lang looked at Jiumozhi with a smile: "Okay, you can wait for me outside. I am also very interested in making a deal with you."

Jiumozhi also has many top-notch martial arts skills, such as Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu, Flame Knife, Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills, etc.

He does not have to learn it, but he can refer to it and pass it on to other members of the religious sect.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there was no one in the Deaf and Mute Valley, only Mr. Congbian and his eight disciples were left.

Lin Lang looked at Mr. Congbian: "Are you sure you want them here?"

Mr. Congbian waved his hand and asked the eight disciples to leave.

For the rest, those disciples staying here can't help at all.

Lin Lang looked at Mr. Congbian: "I have pretended to be a deaf-mute for so many years just to take care of Wu Yazi? Isn't he asking you to play a chess game just to choose the successor and deal with the traitor Ding Chunqiu?"

"Wu Yazi, I helped you take revenge, why don't you say a word?"

"Why, are you still pretending to be dead? Then I'll go in by myself."

He raised his hand and slapped the mountain wall violently.

boom!!!

The mountain wall suddenly shattered.

Mr. Chongbian was shocked: "What are you going to do!"

He wanted to come up and stop him, but he knew that he was definitely no match.

"Huh?" Lin Lang stared at Mr. Congbian, "I broke the chess game and can't get in? I helped your sect take revenge. Is this how you thank me?"

Mr. Congbian suddenly felt a tyrannical aura pressing down on him. It was difficult for him to even raise his hands, let alone resist.

He was also a peak master, yet he was so unbearable in front of Lin Lang.

A sigh came from the cave: "Xinghe, let him come in."

"The right envoy of the Sun Moon God Sect is a hero who has recently become famous in the world, and I really want to meet him. He is also right. He who kills Ding Chunqiu will be my benefactor."

Lin Lang swaggered into the cave and saw a man whose upper body was hanging with a rope.

This man exuded a strong aura and seemed to be no weaker than Shangguan Jinhong.

But let alone facing Shangguan Jinhong, even if he faced Jiang Xiaoyu or Hua Wuque, he would lose more than he won.

Wu Yazi is already seventy or eighty years old, but he still looks very energetic, with no wrinkles even visible on his face, like a handsome and stylish uncle.

The body was hung by a rope, but it did not sway at all. It felt like the body was integrated with the surroundings.

It seems that if he hadn't been disabled, perhaps Wu Yazi could have reached the peak of heaven.

Lin Lang was sizing up Wu Yazi, and Wu Yazi was also sizing up Lin Lang.

Although Lin Lang wore a mask on his face, he could not conceal his charm. Under the mask, there must be a man with a jade-like face, handsome and unrestrained, just like when he was young.

Heirs of the Xiaoyao Sect must be handsome and handsome. Wouldn't being ugly bring disgrace to the reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect?

Just like his friends Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu, they were both graceful and graceful when they were young.

It's a pity that Su Xinghe learned a lot of miscellaneous knowledge from him, but his martial arts was mediocre.

Ding Chunqiu was good at martial arts and had good understanding, but his heart was not right.

"I set up the Zhenlong chess game to select a successor."

"It's just that the right commander's strength is not weaker than that of me, but in order to obtain my martial arts inheritance, he can only destroy his cultivation. My Xiaoyao sect's martial arts is special, and I don't mean to lie to you."

"The right envoy must not want to do this. It's a pity that Qiao Feng didn't come. I've also had a crush on this person for a long time."

In fact, the person he wants to choose the most this time is Qiao Feng, followed by Duan Yu, Murong Fu, and the others are just alternatives. He is worried that others will get his inheritance and will not be able to defeat Ding Chunqiu for a while.

There is also the possibility of being killed by Ding Chunqiu.

Originally, Qiao Feng was the leader of the Southern Beggar Clan, and he didn't dare to think about it, but he had already resigned, and he just happened to be the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Duan Yu and Murong Fu are also leaders of the younger generation, with excellent looks and martial arts talents.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lin Lang sneered: "Wu Yazi, are you Lao Hutu? Do you think Qiao Fengfeng is willing to change his cultivation and accept your inheritance?

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Wu Yazi sighed: "Yes, it seems that I can only wait for one more destined person, but this time I will make your trip in vain."

Lin Lang squinted his eyes, the old guy was just pretending to be stupid.

"Why don't we each take a step back? I won't abolish my cultivation, and you don't have to teach me any skills. Just hand over all the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect to me."

Wu Yazi was stunned. He didn't expect Lin Lang to say this. Is this a step back for everyone?

"Lin Lang, I really should thank you, but the martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect cannot be passed on to outsiders."

"In this way, I also know some martial arts from other sects, and I can pass them on to you."

At that time, he collected martial arts from many sects in the world at Langhuan Paradise, and he had seen them all, and could simulate them using the internal power of the Small Wuxiang Gong.

Although these martial arts are not as good as the Xiaoyao sect's unique skills, they are still valuable.

"Or you can find a successor who satisfies me and ask him to repay my kindness in the future?"

If it doesn't work, I can only pass on this skill to Mr. Congbian Su Xinghe.

He also knew very well that his eldest disciple had been urging him not to accept any more disciples over the years. In fact, he wanted him to pass on all his cultivation to his eldest disciple and inherit the position of leader of Xiaoyao Sect.

He also wanted to rely on his true energy to hang on to his life, hoping to watch Ding Chunqiu be killed by other martial arts masters, but recently he felt that he really couldn't hold on anymore, so he wanted to choose a suitable successor as soon as possible.

Now that Ding Chunqiu is dead, although the eldest disciple's talent is mediocre, it is better to find someone with high talent in the future than to let the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect fall into the hands of outsiders.

He knew that Lin Lang was the right envoy of the Sun and Moon Demon Sect. If he passed the position of leader to Lin Lang, wouldn't it mean that the Xiaoyao Sect would become a vassal of the Sun and Moon Demon Sect?

Then the Xiaoyao Sect would be destroyed. How could he have the dignity to meet the Master after his death?

Lin Lang clasped his hands behind his back: "Wu Yazi, you made a mistake. Now it's not that I'm begging you for the martial arts inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect, but you are begging me not to let the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect be cut off."

When he goes out to do things, he never comes back empty-handed.

Although killing Ding Chunqiu has already brought a lot of benefits, why not if you can get more?

Wu Yazi was furious: "Junior, do you think I can let you be as arrogant as I can't move you!"

His sleeves suddenly fluttered up. This was also a secret skill of his Xiaoyao sect, the cold sleeves brushing the acupoints.

If you are swept by his sleeve, your Qi and blood will flow backwards and your whole body will become stiff.

He has been unable to move for these years, and he has already perfected this skill. He is even about to break through again and reach a state that has never been achieved before or since.

Lin Lang's sword swiped and struck Wu Yazi's sleeve at a strange angle.

But what surprised him was that Wu Yazi's sleeves were not broken.

"Junior, my sleeves are not so easy to cut off."

Although he has been disabled these years, he has never stopped practicing martial arts.

Today he must kill Lin Lang, otherwise if Lin Lang leaves, his remaining disciple Su Xinghe will also die, and the inheritance of his Xiaoyao Sect will really be cut off.

Lin Lang also wanted to test how strong Wu Yazi was, but after a few moves, he was a little disappointed.

Although Wu Yazi was very strong in martial arts, after his spine was shattered and paralyzed, he could not display much of his martial arts. He only relied on his two sleeves, which had no effect on sharpening him at all.

"Wu Yazi, I've had enough fun, break it!"

The sword was struck down with force, and the powerful Qi attached to the sword caused Wu Yazi's sleeves to instantly turn into fragments all over the sky.

A rope flew up and wrapped around Lin Lang's wrist. Lin Lang grabbed it without dodging, and then slapped it with his palm.

Wu Yazi was overjoyed that Lin Lang had fallen into the trap.

From the beginning, he knew that in his current state, he could not defeat Lin Lang, let alone stop Lin Lang from leaving.

If Lin Lang wanted to kill him, all he needed was a fire or some poisonous smoke, and he would definitely die.

So he has been tempting Lin Lang to attack him so that he can use the Beiming Magic!

After absorbing all Lin Lang's energy, he was a useless person, and Su Xinghe could kill him.

Although I heard that the Sun-Moon Demon Sect’s religious-suppressing magical technique is the Star-Absorbing Technique, how can it compare to the Beiming Divine Technique of the Xiaoyao Sect?

And with Lin Lang's Qi, maybe he can hold on for a while longer and let Su Xinghe find Qiao Feng or Duan Yu. This time, he doesn't need to play chess, he just accepts his disciples.

"Junior, I will suck all your energy away. This is what you will get if you dare to act arrogantly in front of me!"

But when he used the Beiming Divine Art, he felt a strong suction coming out of Lin Lang's palm.

Not only did he fail to absorb Lin Lang's true energy, but his true energy seemed to flow to Lin Lang uncontrollably.

"This is impossible. How can your Star Absorbing Technique be stronger than my Beiming Divine Technique?!"
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