"Is there such a magical power in chess?"

Miao Suwen was extremely shocked. She had not been practicing Taoism for a long time and had lived on Yungang Mountain for a long time. She had only heard about various Taoist schools from her uncles and uncles. She never thought that one day she would face such a strange spell.

At this time, Zhao Gaoyi and Yuan Taiji also moved at the same time, but the target of Zhao Gaoyi's attack was Miao Suwen, while the target of Yuan Taiji's sword was Zhao Gaoyi.

These three people have never been in the same camp. At this time, they each chose their own targets on the lake, and for a while they fell into a melee.

Miao Suwen's strength was actually even higher than that of Yuan Taiji in his heyday. However, the other two people present at the moment had received secret help from their elders, so naturally they were far from comparable to Miao Suwen.

Especially Zhao Gaoyi's chessboard formation seems to be very restrained in her own skills. No matter how brave and skilled she is, she can only be turned into someone else's chess piece at this moment, trapped on the huge chessboard and at the mercy of others.

Just when she was trapped by the chess position and struggling, a stone suddenly shot out from the shore of the lake, and it landed exactly three feet in front of Miao Suwen.

The falling of this pebble may not seem like much in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Miao Suwen, who was in deep trouble, it suddenly felt like the sun was shining through the clouds.

Although Miao Suwen didn't know who threw the stone, she still stepped forward subconsciously. As she took this step, the chess situation around her suddenly became clear.

This feeling is like a fatal endgame on the chessboard, which was solved by a random move by the onlookers.

Miao Suwen was stunned for a moment. Before she could think about it, another stone shot out from the peach forest and landed not far in front of her again.

"Huh?"

A whisper came from the other end of the peach forest. Behind the layers of leaves, an old man in his seventies, with a slightly bald head and a black waist, sat cross-legged on a branch with a look of surprise on his face.

He murmured to himself:
Chapter completed!