The three people on the chessboard were shocked, and before they could ask any questions, the three vague figures that reappeared swiftly and violently attacked the three of them again.
Most of the monks under him frowned and shook their heads. It could be seen that the old man was a cunning old man. His mood changed at the moment, and he was quite glad that he didn't play the chessboard in the first place.
This time the battle was not too long, and the three figures were indeed as the old man said, their combat strength was extremely enhanced, the figure who was good at Taoism took the lead with a wind and thunder spell, hitting the mind of the monk who was fighting with him, and then he bullied himself and used One way of beheading Taoism, like a wind blowing weeds, cut off the monk's head and rolled it aside.
Seeing it, the monks were shocked, knowing that this chessboard test is definitely not a joke, it is to kill people.
Song Hongxiu fought against the Taoist body cultivator and suffered both defeats, but his storage magic weapon contained pills and talismans, which gave him some advantages. He could have killed the body cultivator and suffered some serious injuries.
He was seriously injured again, tremblingly clasped his fists at the old man, and said respectfully: "Is Master satisfied?"
The little old man smiled without saying a word, which fell into Song Hongxiu's eyes, which made his scalp tingle even more.
The sword cultivator who stepped onto the chessboard was beheaded, there is nothing to say, his skills are not as good as others.
So far, only Song Hongxiu survived on the chessboard, and the other two chessboards were all blurred figures.
The little old man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "There are still people, otherwise we will start killing people."
Most of the people below are afraid, thinking that this old man is too treacherous, if he kills a weak third realm, he will have a strong third realm, and if he kills a strong third realm, will he have a fourth realm?
By analogy, wouldn't everyone have no chance of survival?
A monk with a sword behind him boldly asked: "Senior, is there a limit to this blurred figure?"
The old man opened his hand, closed his thumb, felt something wrong, stretched his thumb, and said with a smile: "Up to five realms."
There was an instant commotion underneath, and there was a lot of discussion regardless of the old man's displeasure.
"Five realms?! How do we have five realm monks?"
"This is too demanding."
"It's clear that you don't want me to live, you old man!"
"..."
The sword-bearer cultivator clasped his hands again and asked, "Senior, we don't have five realm cultivators this time. Is it too strict?"
The little old man shook his head and said with a smile: "It is precisely because there is no one that I chose the fifth realm, otherwise it would be the sixth realm. If you can't kill people by jumping over the steps, how can you inherit my lineage? Isn't it just a dream?"
The man with the sword in his hand nodded clearly, and stopped asking any more questions. He climbed up with a sword, went straight to the chessboard, and performed a sword questioning salute to the blurred figure of the sword repairer, raised his sword and left.
Another body cultivator of the four realms resolutely stepped onto the chessboard, facing the figure who was good at Taoism and talisman.
These two people are suppressed by the realm, so it is easy to kill the blurred figure of the strong three realms, and it will be done quickly.
The little old man seemed to always have that smile on his face, he said calmly.
"Actually, there are two other realms on top of the strong three realms, but they are too illusory and involve the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and I can't imitate them, so I just skipped them. Therefore, it's not embarrassing for me to tell you to kill the five realms. You, if you can reach this state, you will naturally be able to, if not, how can you inherit my lineage?"
The short old man stretched out his hand and flicked, and a vague figure appeared on the chessboard again, but this time it was a weak four-level cultivation.
Song Hongxiu's eyes and canthus were completely cracked, he was already seriously injured, how could he still fight against the Four Realms? !
He is going to die here? !
Never!
He still wants to cultivate the Dao and become a golden alchemist, how can he die in this small place!
So without waiting for the blurred figure to make a move, Song Hongxiu jumped out of the chessboard, and fell to the ground, already seriously injured.
When the little old man saw him, he smiled, as if he had expected that this kind of petite would cherish his life the most, but unfortunately his achievements in the Dao are often low, and it is useless to live a long life. He is just a hundred-year-old bastard.
None of the monks under him blamed Song Hongxiu. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that if Song Hongxiu continued to be on the chessboard, he would surely die, so it was understandable to jump off now, although he felt a little disdainful.
The other two were already fighting fiercely with the fuzzy figure.
The so-called weak four realms means that they are under the bottleneck of the four realms, and it is difficult to judge the strong four realms. If there is a vision of heaven and earth when breaking through the realm, it is probably considered a strong four realm. divided.
The sword repairer and body repairer on the chessboard have no bottlenecks in the four realms, so they are inextricably fighting against the blurred figure on the opposite side.
After all, this four-level physical cultivation man took advantage of physical cultivation, resisted the blow, and beheaded the vague figure on the opposite side who was good at Taoism and talismans while suffering some injuries.
The sword cultivator here is far from being so lucky.
The two sword cultivators only rely on swords.
In the end, the man with the sword was the first to fall to the ground, a deep gash was cut open in his chest, with the horizontal sword on his knee, looking at the blurred figure that was cut by the sword, his expression was flat, and he closed his eyes and said: "The skills are not as good as people."
Since then, there have been two dead bodies.
Most of the cultivators below had a sad expression, it was a pity for this sword cultivator.
The little old man still had a smile on his face, he slammed his white jade bodhi stick on the ground twice, and urged, "Is there anyone else?"
So the focus of the eyes of all the monks in the audience was on those monks from the four realms.
These four-level cultivators also have bitter faces. One is not the bottleneck of the four-level, and the other is not a sword cultivator. Even the four-level sword cultivator was beheaded. If he stepped forward, wouldn't he die in vain?
How to get there? !
There is a moment of silence on the field, and there will always be heroes!
A bearded man remained silent, walked all the way, and went straight to the most difficult sword repair chessboard.
Behind him, Yijian Xiu, the same Xu Bing who had fought against Chen Jiu, stepped onto the physical training chessboard.
The short old man narrowed his eyes and said cheerfully, "That's right, that's right."
Then they fought suddenly again.
Chen Jiu and the scholar were watching seriously, and the scholar suddenly turned to him and asked, "Brother Chen, who do you think will win this time?"
Without hesitation, Chen Jiu said, "It must be the two who just went up."
The scholar asked curiously, "Why?"
Chen Jiu looked at him and smiled: "Turn-based game, do you understand?"
The scholar was taken aback, but really didn't understand.
This kid Jiang Feng came from nowhere, and when he saw Chen Jiu and Guan Huaping, he was overjoyed and rushed over, hugged Chen Jiu and poured out his bitterness.
"Brother, I'm really unlucky today. Not only did I fail to snatch my magic weapon, but I was also forcibly dragged to this place. This unlucky old man wants to kill me. It's hard, it's too hard for me."
He stretched out his sleeve, wiped away the tears that didn't exist, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and smiled happily.
"Just now, Song Hongxiu was really stealing chickens, thinking that he could make a big splash, lost his original teacher, and worshiped under this old man, haha, I didn't expect that this old man didn't care about him at all, this guy is still running away Now, when it comes to this matter in the future, Song Hongxiu's reputation will be completely rotten."
When Jiang Feng thought of this, he was happy, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and seeing Guan Huaping beside him, his spirits became more and more vigorous at the moment, and he raised his head and said.
"Brother Chen and Huaping, don't be afraid, I, Jiang Feng, will protect you."
The scholar looked at the monk who talked a lot, and shook his head.
I don't know how Brother Chen met this second idiot.
The realm is not high, and the tone is quite loud.
Protect Brother Chen?
This is really daring to say it, he, Du Bai, doesn't even have the confidence to say something like protecting Brother Chen.
The situation on the chessboard was just as Chen Jiu had predicted. It was true that the two of them just went up and killed the blurry figure on the opposite side, and it looked quite easy.
The old man yawned and seemed to be bored, so he stopped talking and waved his hand, and three blurred figures appeared.
The physically trained man who was the first to go on the chessboard and suffered some injuries had a bitter expression on his face. He cupped his fists and retreated, jumping out of the chessboard.
If he stays any longer, the only thing waiting for him is death.
Xu Bing and the bearded man were left with dignified faces, and they used all their skills to fight fiercely with the blurred figure on the opposite side.
Jiang Feng nodded frequently, "Brother, I think these two people have a great chance of winning, maybe they will kill the five realms directly and let us get out of here."
After all the words, Xu Bing was the first to lose, followed by the bearded man, but the two were not beheaded, they were detained by the little old man to his side, the purpose is unknown.
Jiang Feng was stunned, wondering if he really had a crow's mouth.
The little old man smiled at everyone again: "No one?"
He moved the white jade bodhi staff, smiled and said: "Then I will start killing people."
Everyone's eyes turned anxiously, and they fell on the scholars Du Bai and Chen Jiu. Du Bai is a big figure in the academy, and there are only a few people in the four-level battle force city who can fight against them. But now, among these people, only one Du Bai came. white.
According to legend, Jing Zhenghong and Shanshui Lang Liu Yi are both in retreat to break through the realm, and they have never seen each other these days.
As for the green-clothed man, someone saw that he killed the four realms in an instant, so his combat power must be extremely terrifying.
A monk directly bowed to the scholar Du Bai and said, "Mr. Du, please do it!"
Suddenly, everyone came together to invite.
Jiang Feng and Guan Huaping were quite shocked for a moment. They had heard of the name Du Bai before. They belonged to the academy, and they were expected to be one of the top ten people in the next city. The academic palace literary talent.
The little old man was also amazed after watching this battle, could it be that some kind of genius really came in?
He smiled at the corner of his mouth, this is the best, the more genius, the more convenient it is for him to act in the future.
The scholar Du Bai didn't say much, he went straight to the sword repairing chessboard, and at some point, he had a simple brush in his hand.
Learning palace literary talents is known as the conception of heaven and earth.
Du Bai swiped his pen, and just tapped a righteous spirit, and his body was instantly majestic, with a body of seven feet, and the momentum of a hundred meters.
The sword cultivator waved his sword from a blurred figure.
Du Bai held the pen, pressed it to the void in front of him, and wiped it hard.
It is like a sword light, cutting the blurred figure hundreds of meters away.
Immediately there was another stroke, cutting the fuzzy silhouette of the sword and cultivating spirit.
In the end, Du Bai's pen pointed upwards, and he wrote the word "Lei", borrowing his strength from the sky, it turned out to be the most lethal Mie Lei among the five thunders. With a roar, the beam of light suddenly descended, blasting the blurred figure into dust.
The little old man's eyes sparkled brightly, and he felt that someone had already been chosen for the job this time!
But before that, the game is not over yet.
His face regained his composure, and he said with a smile: "There are still two chessboards left unoccupied. If I don't step forward, I will kill half of the people first, and then talk about the future."
Then another monk bowed to Chen Jiu and saluted, "My lord please do it!"
Most of these people had seen Chen Jiu's attack before, and those who didn't know it were quite puzzled. They didn't know who these people were inviting, could it be that Chen Xiaoren?
How can it be!
It is said that there are a lot of strange things today, but this is the only thing that can never be true.
Jiang Feng was also at a loss. Seeing so many monks bowing to him, he hurriedly waved his hands, "I appreciate everyone's respect, but I'm sick today, so I really can't make a move."
He shook his head again and repeated: "Don't invite me, I really can't."
Guan Huaping tugged at Chen Jiu's sleeves, his pupils widened, pitifully, "Young Master, don't go."
Chen Jiu looked at her and asked with a smile: "If you don't go, you will die, if you go to live, how to choose, I don't know what to do?"
The pretty woman's eyes were filled with tears, slightly flushed, she seemed to have cried a lot today, "Half of the people may not necessarily kill us, besides, why did you ask the young master to go?"
Chen Jiu asked, "Why can't it be me?"
Jiang Feng looked at it blankly.
What's the matter?
Why did Brother Chen and Huaping suddenly say something unclear?
I really can't understand it.
Everyone around Chen Jiuchao laughed and said: "After this time, I hope brothers will remember that my fist is as big as a sandbag. Don't provoke me in the future. I can still punch."
The guest in blue went straight to the physical training chessboard.
The last place in the sky is the weakest Taoist talisman figure.
Seeing the movement, the little old man moved his eyes and was quite surprised. What can this sick young man do?
Could it be that you hide your clumsiness in your body?
Anyway, there was a good show, and it was possible to watch the fight again, so the little old man had a good time.
The guest in green shirt slowly climbed onto the chessboard.
Some monks who didn't understand all frowned, for some reason they really wanted this Chen Xiaoren to play, they couldn't figure it out.
Without doing anything, Chen Jiu said to the little old man, "Wait a minute, I'll do a warm-up exercise."
The old man was in a good mood when he found Du Bai as a candidate, so he made an exception and said, "Five breaths."
Chen Jiu began to twist his waist, and every time he twisted his waist, the golden light in his pupils would gradually become more abundant.
The short old man noticed the vision, his pupils widened, and he became interested.
Five interest time has come.
There was a loud roar.
There was a big hole in the chessboard where the guest in blue was crushed.
When everyone found his figure again, the indistinct figure of the man in blue was already under his feet, his head smashed into pieces.
It was an instant kill!