The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

Happy times are always short-lived.

The sun is setting.

The periphery of Vientiane Great Forest.

The young man and Lin Xian'er are sitting on two sides of the chessboard, holding black and white pieces, and are playing fiercely.

"Sovereign, do you think he will come? He won't take the opportunity to escape!" Lin Xian'er absent-mindedly placed a sunspot and asked.

"Will do."

Contrary to Lin Xian'er, the young man was concentrating on the chessboard, making every move very difficult.

"He is a person who will get oil on his feet, but this time he will not run away, because he has concerns in his heart, so he will not run away."

"That's how the suzerain knows about that devil."

Lin Xianer asked in surprise.

"I don't know him, but I know myself, and through the information you collected, I found that we are the same kind of people. I know myself, that is, I know him. Haha, I won."

On the chessboard, four pieces of white pieces have been combined to form a diagonal line, and there are no black pieces on both sides. No matter which side Lin Xianer blocks, the white pieces can form five pieces.

"Sect Master, don't be too happy."

Lin Xian'er picked up a sunspot, and it didn't block any side of the four stones, but landed on an empty space between the black stone and the white stone.

And this fall just happened to form the five sons of the black flag, the great dragon, turning decay into magic, it was a miracle.

"Pfft."

The young man smashed his head on the chessboard, and his whole body was filled with a sense of decadence.

If someone abused fifteen games of chess in a row, I'm afraid it's not much better than the youth!
"whee."

Lin Xian'er covered her mouth and laughed lightly, "Okay, suzerain, at worst, I'll put water in the next game and let you win the game."

"Don't, if you lose, you lose. I can afford to lose. You don't need me to let me. Besides, the people we are waiting for have already arrived, so I can't continue playing this game."

The young man raised his head, and there were still a few chess pieces glued to his forehead.

"Fellow Daoist, since you're here, come out!"

Huairen jumped down from a tree branch.

Lin Xian'er was startled, she didn't realize when Huairen came here.

"Gobang."

Huairen asked.

"Yes, it seems that my guess is correct. You are also a member of the army of traversers. Maybe we are still fellow villagers?" The young man laughed.

"Hometown."

The corner of Huairen's mouth twitched, he could kill a lot of fellow villagers, "Maybe!"

"Would you like to play a game? It's been a long time since I played chess with my fellow villagers."

"it is good."

Huairen nodded, he may not have played chess with fellow countrymen for a long time.

Lin Xian'er stood up, tidied up the chessboard, and stood by the young man's side.

Huai Ren sat on Lin Xian'er's seat, picked up a sunspot and dropped it on Tian Yuan.

The young man's eyes lit up, this is an expert!

He picked up a white piece and landed it next to the black piece.

The two of you, one son and the other, chased and intercepted each other, and they were inseparable. They were evenly matched, evenly matched, and entangled.

Seeing Lin Xian'er rolling her eyes, it's really rare for two stinky chess baskets to meet together!

In the middle of the game, the two are still evenly matched.

At the end of the game, there were densely packed chess pieces on the chessboard, Huairen finally seized a chance of victory, and killed the young man with one shot.

"Haha, admit it."

Huairen laughed mercilessly.

"Boom."

The young man slammed his head on the chessboard again, and the decadence all over his body became heavier.

"How could this happen! Obviously, I'm about to win, and it's another bad move."

"It can only be said that you are unlucky."

Huairen said proudly.

"Well, you're right. I've always had bad luck when it comes to chess."

The young man lifted his head dejectedly, wiped off the pawn stuck to his forehead, and took out a card from his pocket.

Huairen's eyes shrank when he saw the card that was incompatible with the world of cultivating immortals.

"Sorry, I lied to you."

The young man apologized to Huairen, and then threw the card in his hand.

A ray of light flashed, and the card turned into a tall and straight middle-aged man with gray temples and a long sword in his hand.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Huairen's face became serious. This is a strong man, a super strong man.

The young man said: "You should have heard his name, the sword master Ye Gucheng, and it is an enhanced version of Ye Gucheng. His strength has reached the peak of his body. It should be a good destination for you to die under his sword."

Huairen nodded helplessly when he heard the words. It is indeed a good destination to die under the sword of the Sword Master.

"Actually, I have a very good suggestion." The young man said.

Huairen: "What suggestion?"

Youth: "You slay yourself here, so that everyone doesn't have to bother."

Huairen: "Good suggestion, but I still want to struggle."

The young man: "Alright then! But it's useless if you struggle, you'll still die in the end."

The magic knife appeared in Huairen's hands, "Then try it, what if it succeeds?"

"Okay, just try it!"

The young man put away the chessboard, flew back with Lin Xianer, and gave up the field to Huairen and Ye Gucheng.

……

Ye Gucheng raised the sword in his hand, "My sword is called Juque, it is three feet and eight feet long, it is made of cold iron, and it is a fourth-grade spiritual weapon."

Huai Ren showed a strange expression, "My knife, um, is called the Demon Knife. It's very long, heavy, and very sharp. I don't know its grade, but it's quite strong."

Ye Gucheng: "I will suppress my strength to the peak of Yunying, and I will fight with you, and you will win."

Ye Gucheng was silent for a while, then said again: "I won't kill you, but others will kill you."

Huairen is speechless, Ye Gucheng is really an honest person!

"Come on then!"

"choke."

The Juque sword was unsheathed.

In the dark night, a dazzling cold light flickered, and two figures crossed in the air.

"You are defeated."

Huairen carried the magic knife on his shoulder and said calmly.

There was a shallow wound on the shirt on the chest, and under Huairen's powerful self-healing ability, it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Behind him, Ye Gucheng suddenly knelt down on one knee and touched the ground with his sword, "You lied to me."

Ye Gucheng turned his head and looked at Huairen indifferently.

When Huairen heard this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then quickly disappeared, "But you still lost."

"Come back, Lao Ye! Now you understand how sinister the heart of a traverser is!"

The young man said with a smile, seeing Ye Gucheng deflated, he was happier than Huairen.

Ye Gucheng heard the words, turned into a card and flew back to the young man.