After several more consecutive bombardments, the battle situation did not go as expected by Elder Qing. Meng Erhu finally couldn't withstand the bombardment and fell down. His literary master-level cultural treasure, the Black Star Chessboard, was also blown away.
He fell to the bottom of the ring like broken metal, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood, and flew out with a gray face. Then, a fierce soldier put a simple knife on his neck, and was directly killed.
Captured alive and became a 'prisoner'.
"you……"
When Meng Erhu saw that he was being held up by Pu Dao, a strong sense of shame surged into his heart, and his face turned red. He just wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, another mouthful of blood spurted out.
This one was completely infuriating!
unacceptable!
I've already lost, and you still do this to me. It's just too much!
Su Ping'an ignored Meng Erhu. Now that he saw that the chess skills were so powerful and mysterious, he felt a little excited. Then, before the students from the Wen Palace below could speak, he shouted impatiently
He stood up and said, "Come on, come on... drag this defeated general down quickly. Whose turn will it be next? Don't leave any traces!"
"..."
After hearing these words, the Wen Gong students felt that this guy was too arrogant.
But looking at the chessboard that had not been dispersed on the stage and the shiny black gun barrel, everyone was already frightened by the previous scene.
At this moment, the team that was originally lined up waiting for the challenge suddenly became chaotic again.
"Ouch, my stomach hurts, you go first..."
"No, I have a stomachache too, let the ones behind go first!"
"Oh, you all have a stomachache by chance. Why don't you just go up and challenge me? What are you afraid of?"
"You can do it!"
"Ouch... I have to pee and I can't hold it in anymore. Sorry, I'll go to the hut first. If you're in a hurry, you can go first. You don't have to wait for me."
"..."
A group of students used to clamor that one was more powerful than the other, but now that they see how good they are at chess, they are now more timid than the other.
Seeing this scene, Elder Qing had an old face, his long eyebrows were trembling constantly, and there seemed to be anger burning in his eyes, "Stop arguing, follow the queue that was arranged before, come to me one by one, who will
If you dare to be timid again, then don’t blame me for imposing court rules on you!"
Upon hearing Elder Qing's anger, the Wen Palace students immediately became quiet.
Everyone knows that the rules of Wen Gong are easily broken, but if they are broken, it is not a small punishment. The lightest thing is to destroy the Wenqi, and the most serious thing is to be expelled from the Wen Palace.
When they realized what was going on, all the students immediately calmed down, and then according to the previously arranged teams, they boarded the ring one by one with grievances.
I had to complete the challenge I made with tears in my eyes!
"Wang Moumou from the Painting Academy, please enlighten me!"
"fire!"
…
"Qinyuan Chen Moumou, please enlighten me!"
"fire!"
…
"Academy Zhang Moumou..."
"fire!"
…
In the next few competitions, students from all colleges participated, but as expected, they were all defeated miserably by Su Pingan's 'big guns'.
Su Ping'an perfectly explained with his actions what is meant by the saying, "With a cannon in my hand, I have the world."
"Who's coming next..."
Su Ping'an felt that if this continued, this challenge would be over soon.
Of course, the premise is that these challengers are as vulnerable as those before.
But obviously this is impossible.
The people who came up before were all scribes in the seventh and eighth realms. Although their cultivation levels were not low, except for Meng Erhu, who was a little troublesome, no one else posed any threat to Su Ping'an.
It’s not that Su Ping’an is too strong, it’s just that those people have little combat experience. In fact, many of the students in the Wen Palace are just talking on paper. They have some advantages in cultivation, but when it comes to actual combat, they are just like little guys in the greenhouse.
Flowers cannot be cultivated.
Of course, this is also the reason why the Wen Palace Competition holds martial arts competitions, to train the students, but after all, their martial arts skills are still not as good as those of people like Su Ping'an who have actually fought against demon cultivators and participated in battles.
boom!
There was another cannon blast, and another Wen Gong student was blown off the stage.
"Next!"
Su Ping'an was already used to the whole process. He waved his hand skillfully and let the next person continue.
The person who was carried off the ring looked back at the ring unwillingly, "Damn it, Master Fang asked us to teach this 'Susheng Xiaomeng' a lesson for him so that he can avenge Junior Brother Fang Zixu, but I can't even get close to him when I get on the stage.
It’s so frustrating not being able to get close to him!”
Next to him, there were three students who had also failed miserably before. Hearing this, they couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, you have tried your best. You can't blame us. If you want to blame, you can only blame this guy for being too evil. And...
I think we can also learn chess instead in the future, because I found that this thing is really too perverted!"
The remaining two people around him nodded in agreement, fully agreeing with this.
Under the ring on the other side, a book fan was counting for Su Ping'an again, "Let me go, this is already the ninth one. Are the Su family going to take down the entire Wen Gong alone in a martial arts fight?!
"
"My chess skills are so strong that I can't help but start learning chess right away!"
"If you ask me, it's not that chess is too strong, it's just that the students in the Wen Palace are too weak in combat. There can't be absolute strengths and weaknesses among the four lines of Wen Dao. Some are just the strengths and weaknesses of Wen Xiu.
.”
As soon as these words came out, many people immediately agreed.
At the same time, Wen Gong, Feng Shaoyang, Xiyinting and others looked very ugly when they saw Su Ping'an winning continuously.
Seeing that another student was defeated, Wen Liang suddenly said: "No, we can't wait any longer. Losing like this will be a big blow to our Wen Palace students. I'll be in the next game!"
Hearing what Wen Liang said, Feng Shaoyang frowned slightly and said, "Have you really decided? In fact, we can wait a little longer..."
Wen Liang shook his head, "No, if we can't break Su's chess formation, then it will be useless for us to wait any longer. If you want to see through how many tricks he has, and if you want to be completely confident before entering the game, then you must
You have to let him keep changing his moves. So just wait, I will take the vanguard for you!"
"Senior Brother Wen..."
Feng Shaoyang was greatly shocked when he heard what Wen Liang said.
Wen Liang waved his hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to think about thanking me. After all, I have a grudge against this guy. As long as you can win in the end, he will help me."
The words coming out of his mouth all showed that Wen Liang was not sure of victory, but he did not hesitate anymore. After reaching out and patting Feng Shaoyang on the shoulder, he stepped forward and walked out.
Just at this time, Su Pingan knocked another person away. This time, without waiting for Su Pingan to urge him, Wen Liang stepped onto the ring, then raised his hands and said loudly: "Wen Liang, a student of Wen Gong Academy, please enlighten me!"