"Is it possible?" Yi Feng frowned.

"The first person to become an immortal, before becoming an immortal, looked up at the sky, he said something, "Is it possible?" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Uh?" Yi Lin was confused.

The first immortal? Who is the first immortal? Did he say this?

Yilin was confused, but Yifeng heard the feeling. Did the first person to become an immortal say that it doesn’t matter, what is important is Yan Chuan’s attitude at the moment.

Is it possible? Yes, why is it impossible?

Yi Feng smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "I admire the prince's thoughts, but......!"

"I can tell you with certainty that it is absolutely possible!" Yan Chuan said again.

"Oh?" Yi Feng narrowed his eyes.

"As far as political system is concerned, is the country's political system imperfect?" Yan Chuan asked.

"It's a pity that nothing will happen. The world is so big that the country belongs to the Immortal Sect, and is under any Immortal Sect! It has never changed!" Yi Feng shook his head and said.

Yan Chuan frowned slightly, and Yan Chuan could naturally understand where Yi Feng's affirmation came from. For Yi Feng, although he could not enter the world of cultivation, he should not be very informed.

Disaster.

Yifeng said that the country has been suppressed by the Immortal Sect?

Yan Chuan was slightly silent. Could it be that the dynasty in this world is coming to an end? Where is he?

"Prince?" Yi Feng said in confusion.

Yan Chuan woke up and stopped engaging in this matter. Instead, he shook his head and said, "As you said, the country has always been at the bottom, but why does this kind of political system still exist?"

"Hmm?" Yi Feng frowned slightly.

"Because, the country has its own uniqueness, and the country has its indelible strong vitality! Even the bottom layer is immortal forever!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"So what you said?" Yi Feng frowned.

"Leave the Immortal Sect, what can you see in Yan Kingdom?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"oh?"

"There is Julu Academy in the world of cultivation, and our Yan State also has the "Taixue" in the world of cultivation, and there are Buddhas and Taoist sects. Our Yan State has the "Tao of Heaven" to worship the sky, and the practice world has the "Tian of Heaven" to worship the sky, and there is the "Tian of Medicine" in the world of cultivation, and there is the "Secret Wind" in the world of cultivation.

Water, I, Yan State, have a 'district official' to measure the situation! Do you think it is related?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

Yi Feng's face suddenly turned solemn, and he stared at Yan Chuan tightly. Because Yi Feng heard a great ambition from Yan Chuan's tone.

This ambition is so great that Yi Feng only saw in his life!

Yan Chuan’s goal is not only as big as Julu Academy, but also aspires to the world, not only the world of the mortal world, but also the world of cultivators.

"This is impossible!" Yi Fengchen shouted.

"Old Master, let's continue. Think about it a few days ago, when Meng Rongrong recruited you, why didn't you agree at that time?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Hmm?" Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I think you have your considerations. Think about it more deeply, why do you have that consideration! What exactly do you want? What is the most important thing to you!" Yan Yan

Chuan smiled.

"Switch on chess!" Yi Feng said in a deep voice.

Yifeng didn't want to get involved in this matter at this moment, and wanted to use chess to forget the thoughts that shouldn't have been done.

"Okay, let's go!" Yan Chuan nodded—

One month later.

The wind and thunder rolled, the clouds and mist roared, and the valley in Xingluo Villa has become a mythical place.

Countless chess kings were waiting with surging hearts.

Even just waiting can express the infinite piety of the chess path at this moment.

In the pavilion by the lake, Meng Rongrong Changqing and others have been waiting for a month.

There were loud thunder in the sky, thousands of horses neighed in the fog, and thousands of troops roared, showing the tragic tragedy of this battle at all times.

It's been a month, and it's not finished yet.

Meng Rongrong stared at the small lake covered in white mist with a gloomy face.

"Yan Chuan!" A irritability flashed in Meng Rongrong's eyes.

"Miss, you don't have to worry. Yan Chuan cannot beat Miss. Then Yifeng is not a fool, how could he give up the opportunity to live long?"

"Yes, Miss, just a game of chess, how could I convince Yi Feng?"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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...

A group of students from Julu Academy kept comforting Meng Rongrong.

Meng Rongrong exhaled a long sigh. Then she smiled bitterly and said, "Originally, I thought so too, but for some reason, I always feel a bad feeling. It seems that this plate

The more you play the chess, the higher the chips Yan Chuan has!”

"Ah? It's impossible. All the great scholars of our Julu Academy can do this kind of chess power!" Changqing frowned.

"Did you look at the chess game in the sky that is reflected?" Meng Rongrong said in a deep voice.

"See, but, so what?"

"The rhythm of Yifeng playing chess is getting smoother and smoother!" Meng Rongrong said in a deep voice.

“Rhythm? Smooth?”

"I like this game more and more!" Meng Rongrong said in a deep voice.

"ah?"

"But that's just a game of chess, and it doesn't mean anything!" Changqing frowned.

"I hope!" Meng Rongrong took a deep breath and said.

"Miss, you don't have to care so much. If Yi Feng really doesn't want to enter my Julu Academy, he is not blessed!" Changqing advised.

"No, it's not just Yi Feng's problem, but Yan Chuan. I am Meng Rongrong. How can I lose to Yan Chuan? How can I lose to a mortal? In front of me

Can you steal the person I want? No!" Meng Rongrong said in a deep voice.

It not only involves self-esteem, but also involves previous self-confidence! Meng Rongrong cannot be defeated!—

Yanjing.

A large restaurant with an extremely elegant courtyard for rent behind the restaurant.

In the courtyard, there were eight Taoist priests sitting at this moment, the leader was the Jiujiansheng of the Dahe Sect.

Jiu Jiansheng looked at the other seven people: "My junior brothers, I'm sorry for you this time!"

"Senior brother, you are polite. As long as you speak, we will naturally do our best!" One of the Taoists said with a smile.

"Besides, I want to see what's going on now, the son of the previous sect," said another Taoist priest. "Yes, it's a pity that what happened back then, otherwise Yan Chuan would not be in the mortal world in the past few years, but my young leader of Dahe Sect!"

"However, I didn't expect that Yan Chuan would have such a great reputation shortly after he returned to Yanjing and could play chess? Haha!"

"That's not all. With the body of a mortal, Dan Qingzi suffered such a big loss!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

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...

The brothers and brothers were talking and laughing.

"Danqingzi is the eldest disciple of King Muye. She used to be arrogant and arrogant. She would never have been bullied by Yan Chuan. I heard that she had been struggling with seven or eight friends this time.

I’m asking Yan Chuan to vent my anger. Everyone, I must protect Yan Chuan!" said Jiu Jiansheng.

"Don't worry, senior brother, Yan Tao, the leader of the previous generation, took good care of us. If the leader is harmed by the leader, how can he allow others to bully his son?" a Taoist priest said solemnly.

"Yes, although there are people in the sect who hate Yan Tao, we have clear grudges and we will definitely protect Yanchuan from entering the sect!" another person said.

"good!"

While the eight brothers were talking, a woman in purple slowly walked out of the side room. The woman was tall and dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, and even her hair was also

It was purple. But on its face, it was wearing a golden mask, and it was impossible to see its face clearly.

The woman walked very elegantly and slowly walked closer.

Everyone didn't pay attention at first, but when they glanced slightly, they immediately changed their faces one after another.

“Hulala…………………!”

The eight people jumped up from the chair almost at the same time and quickly retreated to the side. They stopped two feet away from the woman and looked at the woman. When they all looked at her, they all felt a cold sweat on their foreheads.
To be continued...