Feng Wuchen glanced at the three old men on the field, and the auras of the three of them were unfathomable.
His pupils trembled slightly before he realized that these three people were all at the Fish-Dragon Realm!
In particular, the old man in white exudes a vague power of affinity, which makes him look more benevolent and kind-hearted, and at the same time makes people even more frightened.
That power was familiar to Feng Wuchen, it was exactly the power of Yuehua that he was looking for.
There is no doubt that this old man should be the leader of the Haoyue Sect, Nangong Yue!
After thinking about it, Feng Wuchen raised his lips slightly, pointed in the direction of the old man in white, and said to Shangguan Jue beside him: "Second Miss, why don't you come forward to pay homage to your master?"
Shangguan Jue stepped forward quickly and was about to kneel down!
"slow!"
At this time, the old man named Duan suddenly said: "This game of chess is not over yet!"
The old Confucian scholar smiled bitterly and sighed: "Brother Duan! The outcome of this chess game is already obvious, why do you have to..."
The old man surnamed Duan was reluctant and said shamelessly: "So what? At least I haven't lost yet, so this game of chess must continue!"
After saying that, the old man mentioned his son but did not stop talking for a long time, which made the people next to him feel very uncomfortable.
"Brother Duan..."
Before the old Confucian scholar finished speaking, the old man surnamed Duan said in a deep voice: "Don't rush me! Whoever wants to rush me... will help me win this game!"
After hearing this, the old Confucian scholar smiled bitterly, shook his head, and stopped talking.
Winning this game of chess? Easier said than done?
But don't look at the old man named Nangong Yue who was killed to death.
But in fact, even if the top chess players from the Eastern Region were replaced, the situation would only be worse, not better.
It’s not that this old man’s chess skills are too weak!
On the contrary, Nangong Yue’s chess skills are too strong!
If you want to save this dead situation, unless the gods come to the world!
But at this moment, a light voice came into everyone's ears: "I'm coming!"
Everyone looked sideways and saw that the person speaking was none other than the sword cultivator guard beside Shangguan Jue.
"Ridiculous! You are a little guard, what do you know?
What chess game?" Ji Ruxue shouted subconsciously.
Feng Wuchen paid no attention to the woman, but walked to the chessboard and picked up a sunspot without the consent of the old man named Duan.
"Snapped!"
When the chess pieces were settled, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Everyone stared at Feng Wuchen in disbelief.
"Boy! Do you know the consequences of losing this game?" The old man surnamed Duan glanced at Feng Wuchen expressionlessly and said.
Looking into each other's eyes, Feng Wuchen's expression was terrifyingly calm: "I don't know, and I don't need to know, because I won't lose!"
The old man was silent for a moment, then stood up on his own initiative: "Come into the game! If you lose, I will take your life!"
Feng Wuchen did not care about the old man's threat, but sat opposite Nangong Yue very naturally, staring at the chess game, his eyes shining.
When he was in the Taixuan Heavenly Realm, Wuchen Tianzun was a good chess player.
He once fought against the most powerful chess player in the world, Emperor Qi, for three months. In the end, the game ended in a draw.
After his rebirth, the chess games he had seen were all too inferior to interest him at all.
Only this game now evoked some chess addiction in his heart.
"Master Nangong please!"
Unexpectedly, after Feng Wuchen made the move, it was Nangong Yue's turn to frown and think hard, and did not make a move for a long time.
Ji Ruxue blinked her beautiful eyes, walked up to the old Confucian scholar calmly, and asked in a low voice: "Senior Wan Yan! That kid's move was clearly a gift, Master, why is he so cautious?"
Wan Yan's eyes lit up and he said softly: "Look carefully, after that piece falls, it will indeed make Heizi's situation more dangerous, but similarly, if Bai Zi wants to take Heizi away, he must go deep into it! This undoubtedly gives Heizi a
A chance to turn defeat into victory! That move seems to be a gift, but in fact it is the only vitality of this game!"
After hearing this, Ji Ruxue's face changed slightly and she looked at Feng Wuchen.
, and it’s completely different.
But soon, she frowned again: "But at such a young age, how could he have thought of such a profound and wonderful thing? Could it be... that he had fallen into chaos?"
Wan Yan nodded: "It's not impossible! In addition to figuring out the chess game, playing chess requires insight into people's hearts. But many times, if you make a wrong move, you will lose the whole game!"
As the two talked, Nangong Yue finally made her decision.
"Snapped!"
He still couldn't resist Feng Wuchen's temptation, the white stones fell, and several black ones were immediately lifted.
But Feng Wuchen had a smile on his face.
Without thinking, another child fell!
"Snapped!"
The moment the crisp sound came, Wan Yan's old eyes trembled.
He couldn't help but say: "Good move! It seems that Brother Nangong's judgment was also wrong! That move just now is definitely not a coincidence!"
There was no sloppiness in Feng Wuchenluozi, and he displayed the three words of speed, accuracy and ruthlessness vividly.
Nangong Yue's face changed slightly, and after thinking for a long time, she made a move.
But Feng Wuchen still didn't think, as if he had anticipated Nangong Yue's chess move, he settled on a black stone and kicked off a large number of white stones on the chessboard.
In an instant, the outcome of the chess game is reversed!
The fierceness of Feng Wuchen's offensive actually caused the usually calm Nangong Yuefangcun to be thrown into chaos.
He suddenly raised his head and met the young man's eyes, but the young man's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, making it impossible for him to see any clues.
Is that look really what a young man should have?
"well!"
Nangong Yue let out a long sigh and simply changed her previous hesitation and became as quick as Feng Wuchen.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
On the chessboard, crisp sounds kept coming.
As the two men's moves accelerated, the chess game changed even more rapidly, leaving everyone watching without even daring to breathe.
After about a stick of incense, I saw that the black chess piece had already counterattacked.
Defeat turned into victory, occupying a large advantage. On the other hand, White has been forced into a dead end, and every road is a dead end.
"Master Nangong! Do you want to continue?"
After being asked, Nangong Yue put the last piece back into the chess cup.
"I lost!"
At that moment, everyone's eyes focused on Feng Wuchen.
Nangong Yue actually lost, at the hands of an underage boy!
"Hahaha!"
After a moment, the laughter of the old man named Duan broke the silence.
"It seems like God's will! Brother Nangong, are you willing to admit defeat?"
Nangong Yue sighed again: "That's fine! But I have to agree first. If I lose the chess game, I will only give that girl a chance. Whether she succeeds or not depends on her personal destiny!"
The old man surnamed Duan was overjoyed: "I can trust your Nangong Yue's character. Even if it fails in the end, it's because my granddaughter is not good enough. I can't blame others!"
Feng Wuchen ignored the words of the two men and pulled Shangguan Jue to Nangong Yue.
"Sect Master! The chess game has been played, can you accept this little girl as your disciple?"
Nangong Yue glanced at Shangguan Jue and said kindly, "Come here!"
Although Shangguan Jue was usually domineering, in front of Nangong Yue, he was very obedient and walked forward without saying a word.
Nangong Yue asked again: "Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Shangguan Jue was also clever. He knelt down with a bang and kowtowed to Nangong Yue three times.
"Disciple pays homage to Master!"
Nangong Yue nodded with satisfaction: "Okay!"
As he spoke, his two fingers flashed with light and touched the girl's eyebrows: "Since you have become my disciple, you must practice well in the future and don't lose my reputation."
Shangguan Jue nodded obediently: "Disciple, please remember this!"
After Nangong Yue finished accepting her disciples, the eyes of the three old men were all on Feng Wuchen.
Chapter completed!