In the darkness, Baijiacheng fell into silence.

However, the news that the Hundred Schools' assessment has officially begun has been fermented throughout the city.

At this time, all channels to Baijia City were blocked, and all the god-level masters in Baijia City were naturally included in the list of this assessment.

It’s just the assessment question: “Life is like chess, chessboard moves, no regrets when raising your hands.” What is the profound meaning of this?

Above Baijia Cliffs, covered with ice and snow.

Two middle-aged men in white robe sat opposite each other, with a black and white chess in between them. It was obvious that they had been playing games for a long time.

One of them was slightly fat, and looked like a rich man. He smiled slightly and said, "'Life is like a chessboard, and you have no regrets to raise your hand.' This question is good, but you and I need to choose two people with layout. Looking at these dozens of seeds of gods, Brother Qian has obviously already taken a fancy to the candidate..."

"Haha!" Another man in white robe smiled softly and said, "Brother Li is so polite, I will choose first. Everyone who kills the building is killed, so I choose Sun Jilong from Yinshu."

"Brother Qian is still so quarrel. According to Dongchang's reputation, Sun Jilong is first-class ingenuity. In order to allow more people in Yinshalou to enter Baijiayuan, he himself is willing to hide behind the scenes for more than ten years and play the role of military advisor.

This time, he finally couldn't help but challenge Baijiaya himself. It must be because of bad luck. Brother Qian chose him and had a much greater chance of winning."

The fat man named Brother Qian said lightly: "You and I are just minor officials. The heights above are hard to figure out. They just follow the unchanging rules in front of Baijiayuan. Why should Brother Li tease me?"

"Hehe, then, I will choose Shu Changqing, the 'moral elder'. He is a model for scholars all over the world. I'll see how many places he can get for scholars this time..."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in picking up a chess piece and knocked it hard on the chessboard.

At the same time, in a very quiet villa in Baijia City, many god-level experts surrounded an old man with long beards:

"Life is like chess, chess board is in a row, and you have no regrets... In this chess game, we will play together and Mr. Shu Ge said to us..."

The old man with a long beard is over 70 years old, but his waist is straight and has a righteous appearance. He is really a moral elder. He is very extraordinary...

Tang Yu lay on the bed, sat up suddenly and said, "I just learned from the information of the East Factory that there have been disputes under the Baijia Cliff. The battles between the top forces in the world have never been interrupted under the Baijia Cliff. I am afraid that this so-called chess game is a struggle between each other.

It’s just that I hide my identity and no one knows it, and I act as a chess piece for fighting each other.

What a pawn..."

He immediately figured out this point and couldn't help but feel very alert.

He couldn't help but scold Tao Yi again. He broke into Baijia Cliff. Now that his aunt is not close to him, his grandmother doesn't love him. Without gangs and no clans, how can he fight with others?

Top-level strength, playing chess with a chess. You are a chess piece.

The sky was getting lighter and Tang Yu got up normally and walked on the street.

He suddenly felt that within a night, Baijiacheng seemed to have changed. The bustling streets were much deserted than yesterday.

On the street, several old women were sweeping the floor, opening the shop one after another, the child stretched listlessly, and several scholars carrying book baskets were hurriedly shuttled through the street, pursing their lips tightly, and saying nothing.

This feeling seemed to have caused him to return to the small town of Wuling, go out of the Zhou family in the early morning, and often see such a view.

He was shocked and suddenly thought of the word "mood state".

I wonder if this "mood state" is the landscape in the mood, or is the surrounding landscape changed because of the mood?

Isn’t the struggle between the world just about materialism and idealism? On the surface, the state of mind seems simple, but after careful consideration, isn’t it a very “ideal” word?

As soon as he thought of this, the warning suddenly rose in his heart.

Several aunties who were sweeping the streets had a ruthless look on their faces.

All ordinary brooms turned into spiritual gold pens, attacking Tang Yu at an incredible speed.

Judging from their cultivation, they all became half-step into the spirit. Four or five people joined forces to form a complete saint power field.

With a flawless blow, the five golden pens were completely integrated into Tang Yu's eyes. The saint's power field exploded. How dare Tang Yu underestimate it?

His golden pen was sprinkled out, and the speed, momentum, secretly harmonious with the way of heaven and earth, and the saint's power field inspired made this attack full of gorgeous splendor.

"boom!"

With a sound, Tang Yu felt the powerful force wrapping him up. His heart sank. The strings in his hand were plucked. The invisible piano score helped him tore the void and hide in the cracks in the void.

He felt his figure retreating, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind.

This is assassination, a long-planned assassination. This kind of assassination method is very common in Yinsha Tower. People around here are probably all good players trained in Yinsha Tower.

Sure enough, with this idea, the lazy shop assistant behind him rose, and the dark ink blocked his way out.

The scholar who was still in a hurry just now had the book basket in his hand turned into various magical instruments and spiritual objects, and almost rubbed his body up at the same time, jumping into the thick ink.

Thick ink is attack, defense, and even more concealed.

Obviously, no one of these killers was entangled, but everyone was entangled, and their cultivation was much higher than that of the fire and the fire.

If they are really practitioners of Yinsha Tower, they are all top killers of Yinsha Tower.

With so many killers besieging me, even if I am a god-level powerful man, I am afraid I will not be able to escape.

Half-step into the god and the god are not the same concept, but they are proficient in the art of joint attack, and they cooperate with the perfect attack. With the attack of several people, there are almost no flaws in the sage's power field.

"hey-hey!"

Tang Yu smiled coldly and his figure rose into the air. Naturally, he was not an ordinary god-level powerhouse.

Condescendingly, he used his last trick, sweeping the golden pen, and the golden light in the sky fell from the sky, all turning into a sharp edge.

The saint's power field reached its peak at this moment. Tang Yu's mood was pulled forward, and his will to move forward bravely, never retreating seemed to be fully understood by these golden sharp edges.

Space is no longer a constraint, the cracks in space automatically open, and the sharp edges pass through it.

Several screams sounded, and several young scholars were killed by the owl beast in the ink color.

The ink color was stirred like a cloud sweeping by Tang Yu's golden pen wind, and was thrown behind him like a ball of marshmallows. Several sweeping women were out of touch and were covered by thick ink. The lazy child's magic weapon and the saint's power field they built were moved to his companions without any gaps.

In the void, Tang Yu didn't look at the battle situation and directly tore through the gap and instantly returned to the small courtyard where he lived.

The magic power fluctuates in the yard, but it is no longer what it used to be.

The originally spotless yard turned white in the middle of the journey.

On the lobby, it was decorated with white sails, and a coffin was placed straight in the main hall.

At the door next to the coffin, there was a white-haired old man with a sad face. Tang Yu only looked at him and was shocked.

This is Sun Tengwen, the Grand Marshal of the Song Dynasty, I met yesterday. What's going on in this mourning hall?

He looked at the tablets in the mourning hall, which read: "The tablets of love for descendants and grandchildren..."

Tang Yu felt something was wrong with his head. He understood that this was a game set up against him. This game has been planned for a long time and can be said to be seamless.

Maybe since last night, no, the bureau has been set up since I entered the city.

Countless doubts were rolling in Tang Yu's mind, but at this time he had no time to think about it.

Sun Tengwen roared angrily: "What a thief, you finally revealed your fox's tail and give my son my life!"

He is old, but he is not old. On the contrary, for practitioners, he is probably in his prime.

His spiritual pen was like a living creature. The tip of the pen circled in the air and drew a huge circle, which barely wrapped Tang Yu in it.

Sun Tengwen is known as the "good painting". His style of painting is fine brushwork, using technique brushes, but using paintings.

How could he rank 16th on the Gods and Man List? You can imagine how powerful his combat power is.

You should know that Ji Sun Xianrou can only rank twenty-third. Tang Yu was still at a complete disadvantage when facing Ji Sun Xianrou, let alone Sun Tengwen.

Looking at Sun Tengwen's move today, there is no such thing as yesterday's conservative expression. It is a killer move with a fierce momentum, which makes Tang Yu fall into a passive state in an instant.

However, Tang Yu is a naturally combat-oriented strong man. Faced with danger, all his thoughts were thrown away, and the roar of his heart was burned like a fire, which stimulated him to the peak.

I'm not willing to be a chess piece!

Whoever lets me be a chess piece must be prepared to be killed by me!

He roared and used the layout in the Lu Gong’s secret record.

There are many of the secret records of Lu Gong, which involve the use of magic tricks, and the more important thing is the layout and array method.

After entering the gods, Tang Yu repeatedly encountered dangers. After each danger, he became a blessing in disguise and had a new understanding of the magic tricks and the Lu Gong secret record.

Today, facing such a crisis, his mind was in a state of mind and his unyielding skills, and naturally he casted more powerful spells than before.

"Boom!"

The spells of both sides collided in the air, the sky exploded, and Tang Yu suffered a loss.

However, immediately, he tore through the void, rubbed his body and rushed upwards, and killed Sun Tengwen.

Sun Tengwen's eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected Tang Yu to be so strong, but his movements were so fast that he almost didn't hesitate.

He was immersed in painting for half his life, and had been in the spirit for a long time. He had been in the court for a long time and was in the high position of the Grand Marshal. He was not a problem to kill and make a decision.

His golden pen tip dispersed, and one by one, the pen tip exploded, turning into thousands of pen tips, and he was covering Tang Yu.

Tang Yu had already prepared, and his figure swayed slightly, and he instantly turned into seven.
Chapter completed!