Only in this way can these monks who pursue power be beguiled and willingly participate in this gamble that he is destined to win, so he naturally does not need to stop Zheng Yun.

Because both ends were cut off, the bottom of the Youhe River was not very large, and the movement here was very fast, so Zheng Yun did not have much time to explore the area, but except for those who had thrown themselves into the river,

Except for the body of the person who committed suicide, nothing was found.

Zheng Yun even tried leaving the meditative state, but to no avail.

Finally, he had to return to the pavilion and sit down in front of the monk.

"You can go out as long as you win?"

"The poor monk doesn't tell lies." The monk stroked his sleeves, and the chess pieces fell on the chessboard one by one. Then he continued: "If you can really win the poor monk, the poor monk will not only send the donor away from the bottom of the river, but also have a chance.

Give it to the donor."

Having said that, countless Buddhist scriptures were rotated in the hands of the monks, and were displayed before Zheng Yun's eyes without reservation. Among them were the remnants of the Seraphim in the angelic world, the remains of the ancient gods after their promotion, and the fire of the souls of the devils.

The secret code of the demon clan has the mark of tempering the body of the devil...

Bringing anything to the lord world is enough to make most lords crazy, because it is in addition to what is necessary to advance to level 11!

For Zheng Yun, what he wants most is naturally the inherited classics of various weapon specializations. Even if he does not have the sword skills that he is best at, he can learn from each other's strengths and make up for his weaknesses, greatly increasing the speed of his sword skills training.

, and even developed his own knife skills based on them.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!"

If you want to leave here, there is no other way. In addition, the rewards you can get after winning the gamble are too generous. I believe no one can refuse this situation.

Seeing that Zheng Yun agreed, the two strange fluorescent lights in the monk's eyes jumped slightly.

Then, a ray of soul breath came out from between the eyebrows of the two people, and condensed into a contract written in special words on the chessboard. Zheng Yun could even feel the strong pressure of the superior from this special words.

Let him know that this bet is under His watch.

"Donor please."

Zheng Yunfeixiang, defense.

The monks marched into the army and took the main attack.

But before he had taken a few steps, the monk's attack became fierce, and the army pressed down on the border, forcing Zheng Yun to keep exchanging money with him.

The monk settled down, looked up at Zheng Yun, and said, "It seems that the benefactor is no match for the poor monk. With one more step, the poor monk can take over."

Seeing the interlaced pieces on the chessboard, Zheng Yun frowned. For a moment, he couldn't figure out how to solve the situation. It seemed that his defeat had become a foregone conclusion, but it wasn't time to give up yet, because he still had a killer move!

He is smart!

"Lord, please leave this chess game to me!"

At this time, countless students had gathered in the territorial school, and began to reproduce the chess game according to Zheng Yun's retelling, and then began to deduce various feasible methods.

"Is the donor willing to admit defeat?"

Seeing Zheng Yun delaying in playing the game, the monk seemed to have noticed something and began to urge him. However, thinking that he had a 90% chance of winning this game, he was happy to see Zheng Yun frowning.

Over the years, I don’t know how many people have come to the bottom of the Youhe River to participate in this chess game. At the beginning, there were many people who could beat me, and I even did not hesitate to use my own special powers.

Gambling money.

But as more and more people lose to themselves, not only their life-long learning, but also their understanding of the chess game are all gained by themselves, so now, no one among a hundred people can win.

Play chess.

This was not a fair game from the beginning. It was almost an infinite number of players fighting against Zheng Yun alone!

Snapped!

Zheng Yun lost his chess piece and rushed forward with his chariot. He unexpectedly managed to kill him with one move.

If the monk still insists on taking the general, then Zheng Yun can use this step to resolve the situation or even win back the city.

"The poor monk almost fell for this clever trick of the donor."

Even though he said so, the monk was still the general of Luozi, and the students headed by Shenhe had already prepared countermeasures for this.

Sergeant.

Mountain-climbing cannon.

Leaning horse.

Arch elephant.

The two of them fought back and forth.

Since being promoted to level 6 territory, students who have traveled around have returned to the territory. Not only have they brought back a large number of people, allowing the territory to develop rapidly, but now they have met the conditions for promotion to level 7 territory, and they have also recommended various students

Ling Xue has greatly promoted the cultural development of the territory, and the prosperity of the territory has also soared.

Therefore, with the help of Shenhe's mental talent, Zheng Yun relied on these students to have the capital to compete with the monks, but winning was not that simple.

"The donor has superb chess skills and I admire him. This game is considered a draw. What do you think, donor?"

Seeing that the chess game was deadlocked here, the fluorescence in the monk's eyes suddenly brightened, like a hungry wolf that had not eaten for a long time and saw its prey, but this prey was also a vicious wolf.

But at this moment, winning or losing is no longer important. The monk has long forgotten who was the person who was undefeated the last time he fought against him several times. If winning against Zheng Yun is considered a dinner, then the person who committed suicide by drowning in the river before was just letting Zheng Yun win.

He couldn't get enough of the toothpaste at all.

“Come again, come again!”

The two rearranged the chess pieces, and another game began.

The next day, I cried and howled by the river.

Watching the sun rising in the east, revealing a shallow golden edge, dispersing some of the coldness on the river bank, Zhu Di suddenly thought of something and said: "Sister, you said that the boss is not in a vegetative state, right? I thought before

I heard rumors spreading that someone died in the Lord's World, so it's not impossible to become a vegetative state, right?"

"You can't spit out ivory from a dog thief." Lin Ziyue glanced sideways at Zhu Di, "If we wait a little longer, if it doesn't work, we will leave the secret realm of Foxin Temple. With the gains from the Demon Sect, it won't be a loss this time."

"Aren't I worried about the boss?"

Zhu Di smiled bitterly.

During that night, Zheng Yun had played countless chess games with this monk. No matter which way the two started the game or what kind of moves they made, they could not do anything to each other.

After another sentence of indulgence, the monk became a little tired and said: "It is said that Pindao took advantage of the donor. Over the years, everyone's chess skills have been used by Pindao, but the donor can still fight hard with Pindao.

It is really not easy to solve the problem."

Zheng Yun had already guessed this, so he was not surprised and just nodded in agreement.

"How about we give it up for now and wait until you and I improve our chess skills to decide the outcome?"

"good."

"In this case, these can be regarded as the poor monk's reward to the benefactor, and I hope the benefactor accepts it."
Chapter completed!