Sima Yuntian looked at a disciple, and the disciple nodded and stepped out.

"The second senior brother of the Seventy-Two Great Confucians? Zhang Shen!"

"Among Sima Yuntian's disciples, the first person in the chess field?"

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There was constant discussion around, and Le Yi also saw the people who were fighting on both sides, nodded, and smiled slightly, "I had been surprised by Mr. Yi's chess skills, and Le Yi has been waiting for it for a long time!"

As he said that, Le Yi explained to a great scholar, who fought against Zhang Shen, but himself walked towards Yifeng's chessboard.

"The music court is taking action personally?"

"I heard that the music school owner is best at piano and can only rank second in chess, but he is a great sage after all, and he must be much better than those great scholars!"

"Zhang Shen fought against the Da Rui, while Mr. Yi fought against the Da Xian?"

“This is not fair!”

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There were a lot of unwilling voices in the audience, but the two players had already sat down. Yifeng was not afraid at all, but instead smiled faintly and said, "Julu Academy, Daxian? Yifeng has been looking forward to it for many years!"

After politely speaking to each other, Yifeng began to make a move.

"Bang!"

Two chess games have officially entered the state of fighting chess.

Countless cultivators from the stage used magic to see the moves on the stage, and they all focused on them.

But behind Yifeng, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian not far away.

Sima Yuntian did not pay attention to the chessboard at this moment, but looked at the mountain in the distance at the altar of the righteous sages of the Hundred Saints in the distance, looking at Meng Ziqiu and others.

Sima Yuntian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if something was brewing.

In the distance, Meng Ziqiu looked at Mr. Wen Ruo behind Yan Chuan, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Wen Ruo looked at Meng Ziqiu, and a trace of pain flashed across his face. The father had no son to meet, but for a moment he looked at each other speechlessly, and each felt very uncomfortable.

Through a large number of cultivators, Mr. Wen Ruo bowed solemnly toward Meng Ziqiu.

He didn't say anything, just bowed.

When Meng Ziqiu saw his son's attitude, he felt bitterness flashed in his eyes and sighed slightly.

"Ba!" "Ba!" "Ba!"............

There are constant sounds of making moves.

"I'm giving in!" Zhang Shen won first and won a battle for Sima Yuntian.

"Teacher!" Zhang Shenxing came back excitedly to report.

"Yeah!" Sima Yuntian nodded, his expression not moving.

Zhang Shen returned to the 72 Great Confucian team. Everyone looked at Yifeng against Le Yi.

One is Mr. Yi who became famous two years ago and never lost, and the other is the Daxian of Julu Academy, the main body of the Zuo Academy, and both sides of the chess paths have reached the pinnacle.

Although he only made a move and did not inject spells, a whirlwind was generated over the chessboard for no reason, as if it was a reflection of the danger on the chessboard.

Yifeng made a quick move. Although his eyes were chaotic, his chess style was extremely fierce, as if he was sitting in the battlefield, scattering troops, and teams of troops were killing towards Le Yi.

Le Yi is the most common chess style in the world of cultivation. He seems to be holding a sect and directing his disciples to take action one after another, blooming from all sides, and making wonderful moves one after another, as if the masters of the sects compete.

One side is like an imperial army, and the other side is like a disciple of a sect.

It's like a competition between an empire and a sect. Either the sect pacify the empire or the empire destroys the sect.

"Kill!" "Roar!" "I am invincible!"………

As he made a move, Le Yi seemed to hear thousands of troops coming. Although there were not many masters in the chessboard, the army was upright and generous, as if he had God's help! Every time a large army came, it would make the masters of the sect unable to resist.

"Ba!" "Ba!" "Ba!".........

With constant moves, Le Yi's face became increasingly ugly.

"The army of the long army entered straight, and thousands of arrows were fired at once!" Yi Feng smiled slightly.

"Bang!"

Another black piece fell down, and the chessboard suddenly changed drastically. Le Yi, who was immersed in the chessboard, seemed to see that thousands of troops had gathered in front of the sect.

With the order of Yifeng's last son, thousands of arrows were fired at once, and the stalking sects were roaring. Thousands of troops and horses rushed into the sects. Wherever they passed, corpses were everywhere, and wherever they passed, blood flowed into rivers. The foundation of the sect was instantly collapsed into flat ground by thousands of troops and horses!

"Bang!"

The chess piece in Le Yi's hand was crushed by himself. It collapsed. The imperial army had wiped out the sect, and the rest were all scattered remnants. This chess game could not be played.

"Le Yi has been taught!" Le Yi stood up and bowed slightly.

"Thank you!" Yi Feng also smiled and stood up to return the gift. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!