"I want to see what's special about this guy, and I can get favor from Jilei Zhenren." Zhu Mei said intimately.

Zhu Mei has long been looking at the inheritance of the true person of Jile.

Of course, he was not for himself, but for his eldest disciple Ji Deng.

I don't want outsiders to take the lead.

That's right, in Zhu Mei's eyes, Li Qing, who is both the righteous lineage, is an outsider. In his opinion, only his lineage of Qingcheng can be properly inherited from the inheritance of Jile Real People.

When everyone came to the yard, they saw such an unexpected scene. Jile Zhenren sat on a high stool, with a pale face, sweating all over his head, staring at the chessboard intently.

Yan Renying, Zhuge Jin and other younger disciples were all shocked. Li Qing not only dared to play chess with Senior Jile, but also could make his face so ugly. This courage... is really too great!

At this moment, the chess game between Li Qing and Ji Le Zhenren has reached the middle game. Although the situation is still intertwined, it seems that the outcome is unknown.

But in fact, Li Qing had completely taken the initiative. You should know that he had lost the game deliberately in order to deliberately lose the game. In the eyes of Jile Real People, he had already won a chance of winning. It was almost impossible for the boy on the other side to turn the tables.

But unexpectedly, this kid made great efforts afterwards, and many of them were methods he had never seen before (from modern sociology), and he actually got the situation back step by step.

Although the Jile Real Man's chess path is straight and occupies the center, Li Qing can often grasp the key points, use flying knives in succession, and solve the crisis several times.

And he has gained a great advantage in the corner, and at this moment he is aggressive and looking for opportunities to attack.

Although I knew that there were many more people around, Jile Zhenren and Li Qing's minds had already sunk into this chess game and had no time to care about him.

When everyone saw the black and white scattered chess shape on the chessboard, they were shocked. They didn't expect that this young man could (dare) force Jile Real Man to such a dilemma.

I saw that Jile Zhenren held a pitch-black cloud in his hand, staring at the chessboard, frowned, and was extremely cautious, and he had not made any moves for a long time.

I don’t know how many years I have not sweated, and my forehead is covered with dense beads of sweat, and I don’t even care about getting my eyebrows wet.

Li Qing, who was sitting opposite him, also looked embarrassed. The back of a light green silk shirt on his body was already soaked with sweat, but he seemed to have not realized it, staring at the chess piece in the hand of Jile Zhenren like a knife.

The momentum seemed to be smashing the chess piece.

I don’t know if it was because of his nervousness or habitual movements, but his five fingers in his left hand took turns to land on the table under the chessboard, making a sound of "Get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to do it", and there is a hint of rhythm inside it.

In the square chessboard, there was a faint murderous aura, as if these chess pieces were flesh and blood soldiers, fighting against each other on the chessboard!

Perhaps due to psychological effects, the onlookers felt a faint smell of blood, spreading around, irritating their scalp.

"Bang!"

With a heavy knock on Li Qing's finger, Ji Le Zhenren on the opposite side took a black chess piece in his hand, then he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, raised his head and looked at Li Qing with his big eyes.

Yan Renying, Zhuge Jinwo, Shen Tu Hong, Ji Deng, Yue Wen and other young disciples were all standing behind Li Qing to watch. At this moment, when the eyes of Jile Zhenren were forced, their breath stagnated, their hearts were beating wildly, and they couldn't help but take a step back.

But in the seats in front of them, Li Qing, who really faced the real person of Jile, did not move at all, lowered his head and watched the chess game without any impact.

Suddenly he raised his head and said, "Real person, you just said what would happen if I lost. What would be the benefit if I won?"

Li Qing's words shocked everyone around him. How dare this kid!

The Zui Taoist was afraid that Jile Zhenren would blame him. As soon as he was about to say something, he heard Jile Zhenren sneer and said, "If you win, I will give you one of Guiyuan Pills I have made after ninety-nine years of hard work."

Guiyuan Pill?

Although Li Qing didn't know what it was, he saw the shocked expressions of the people around him and knew that it must be a good thing, so he hurriedly said, "Then it's a matter of just one word."

"Hmph, you can win first, I will talk about it!"

"Okay, that kid is not polite."

As he said that, Li Qing picked up a white piece and slapped it heavily on the chessboard.

"Bang!"

A small and slight sound was heard, but it was this slight sound that touched everyone's heartstrings.

When this son fell, his momentum suddenly changed. His straight back was like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his sharp aura pierced the sky. In everyone's eyes, Li Qing's aura suddenly rose, and his killing power was like a blood-covered sharp blade!

Under the sensation of the energy, even monks like Zhu Mei, Zhui Yunsou Bai Guyi, who had been practicing for thousands of years, had their hearts as fast as water, could not help but their hearts beat faster.

Jile Zhenren's face changed drastically on a white little face. He held a chess piece and couldn't fall down for a long time. He looked at the chessboard and then looked at Li Qing. He suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha! Good boy! I gave up!"

After saying that, he suddenly reached out and pinched Li Qing's mouth open. A pill from his sleeve bounced in and melted in his mouth.

Then he let go of his hand.

"Senior, you--"

Li Qing stared at her eyes, just as she was about to say something, and as soon as she spoke, a heat flowed out of her lower abdomen, like magma flowing through her meridians, and there were strong burning and pain sensation wherever she passed.

The sharp and evil aura that was as sharp as a knife, suddenly disappeared. Li Qing didn't say a word, and quickly kicked off the stool and sat cross-legged on the ground, breathed in his body, and started to activate it quickly.

After round and round, this operation is the ninety-nine eighty-one cycle. It is not until the eighty-one cycle that the true essence will appear smooth and pure!

Everyone standing around looked at Li Qing's breathing as if no one was around him, and no one disturbed him.

The momentum of this guy just now was shocking. In addition, he still dared to make a move in the face of Jile Real People and made Jile Real People admit defeat. This series of actions is enough to win the respect of anyone, not to mention that this guy is so young and has an unlimited future.

Even Zhu Mei secretly thought that after she went back, she would let her eldest disciple have a good date with this person.

After 9981 Zhoutian, the true energy in Li Qing's body had become extremely powerful, and it hit one acupoint after another in the body like water from a collapsed dike.

The crackling sound of fried beans kept ringing, which was a sign of the opening of the acupoints.

When Li Qing opened his eyes, his strength level had reached the peak of the third level, but he just wanted to break the fourth level and still had no strength.
Chapter completed!