Wen Yiming turned on his concentration, and after counting his breaths, he discovered a subtlety. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info every time Dongfang Zhiyu raised her hand and landed, her eyes would deliberately widen, as if she was resisting the attack of sleepiness.

And the sunspot she fell on two occasions deviated from the original place and became a mistake.

After that, he deliberately carefully observed the Night Dance Frost at the moment when Dongfang Zhiyu raised his hand, and after several times in a row, he finally found a subtle clue.

Just when Wen Yiming lowered his head and thought about it, the audience exclaimed!

The Rising Sun of the East instantly pinched the fist skull joint.

Wen Yiming didn't look at the transparent box in the field for the first time, but was shocked by the sad cry of the fifth autumn girl on the side of the Seven Feelings.

It wasn't until he saw Dongfang Zhiyu's bloodshot eyes that he found that the light veil covering his face was already crimson, and half of his face was like white paper.

The sagging of the light veil was sliding with drops of blood, and Dongfang Zhiyu stared at the chessboard with her own eyes.

Wen Yiming was angry at this moment, although he didn't have a good impression of Dongfang Zhiyu, but he knew that his heart was not his intention, but he was too cold and impersonal and too upright, and he would admit everything to death.

After getting along for a period of time, he also understood that Dongfang Zhiyu's dislike of him was completely based on her own preconceived prejudice, and it was okay to say that it was a misunderstanding.

For Wen Yiming, such a woman, as long as you understand her, you can't hate her at all, of course, it is very difficult to have a good impression.

Wen Yiming also understood that no one could interfere with this kind of test and duel within the Creative Art Pavilion, and the referee would not announce the result unless the parties admitted defeat and withdrew.

He also understood that the process of producing a cabinet master's successor must be quite intense, after all, this is related to the major events of a faction for tens or hundreds of years, just as it is impossible to stop the competition.

Wen Yiming sneered in his heart, this method was useless to him, and the concentration aura had been turned on to the limit while his spiritual power was released.

When covered in the transparent box, he absorbed a little bit of mental power and focused on the mother, and found a gap from under the box and infiltrated it.

When his spiritual sharing fell on Dongfang Zhiyu's eyebrows, he obviously felt that Dongfang Zhiyu was almost mentally exhausted, and in her perspective sharing, Wen Yiming saw the night dance frost with blue hair drooping covering half of the side, and the dark spiritual fluctuations in his eyes were flickering.

"Sure enough!" Wen Yiming said secretly, the clue he had discovered before was the subtlety of the wisps of bangs on his forehead that fluttered when the Night Dance Frost emitted spiritual power.

Dongfang Zhiyu shared the aura of concentration, and the spiritual platform suddenly cleared up for a moment.

Although the time was short, it was enough for Dongfang Zhiyu, and when she waved her hand to sweep her sunspot away, she almost fell into confusion again.

'Wow!' a mouthful of blood vomited on the light veil again.

Dongfang Zhiyu messed up the chess game, which was equivalent to admitting defeat, Hu Hang frowned and took a deep look at Night Dance Frost, shook his head slightly when he turned around, and said lightly: "Dongfang Zhiyu is eliminated!"

After that, he flicked his sleeves and returned to the judge's seat, and after sitting down, his eyes were slightly closed, and anyone could see that the old man was in an extremely bad mood.

When the transparent box was taken away, Dongfang Zhiyu propped herself up on the table, glanced coldly at the night dance cream with a smile on the corner of her mouth, turned around and walked towards Moxiang Shuxuan with vague steps, and said at the same time: "The shame of the Art Pavilion!"

Dongfang Rising Sun hurriedly got up and stepped out, floating to Dongfang Zhiyu's side to support her, although she didn't speak, her concern was overflowing.

When Dongfang Zhiyu returned to the position of Moxiang Shuxuan, Ye Ming shook up and said, "Night Dance Frost, do you need to rest?"

"No need, Grandpa!" replied, stroking her ocean-blue hair.

Ye Mingzhen smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Wen Yiming came on the field to challenge. ”

When Wen Yiming got up and passed by Dongfang Zhiyu, he listened to his weak reminder: "Be careful"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yiming had already interrupted his reminder in a low voice, "I can make you sober, how can I be afraid of her!"

He didn't want to show off, but wanted to give Dongfang Zhiyu confidence. Although Night Dance Frost was a sixth-level martial artist cultivator, he believed that his spiritual power was enough to fight against him, and maybe even stronger.

Dongfang Zhiyu was stunned and looked at Wen Yiming's back, which had already appeared, and came back to her senses for a long time, and her eyes on his back were more grateful.

"Wen Yiming, what project challenge do you want to choose? Ye Mingzhen asked with a smile.

Wen Yiming turned his head to look at the eyes of the night dance frost with a cold face, and said calmly: "Chess blind game, global attack!"

Ye Mingzhen frowned, took away his smile, and said, "Are you sure it's a blind game?"

"Eighty-one rounds are going on at the same time, dare to fight!" the categorical voice asked Night Dance Frost, instantly shaking the restless commotion just now.

And in the next second, there was a complete sensation in the audience, listening to the fierce discussion below, Ye Mingzhen's face also changed, and he was shocked.

"Wow, no matter what the outcome is, I'll take this white-haired boy against him!"

"It's too hanging, blind game, that's the two sides don't watch the chess game, they all rely on memory to play, I admit I'm excited!"

"The key is that the blind game of the eighty-first game starts at the same time, wow, I can't wait!"

"This is the rhythm of the bunker, the two of them play a blind game, just the two people who help them in each game are one hundred and sixty-two people, this special scene, it's simple!"

"I admit it, I'm kneeling again, even if this kid is pretending to be a force, he is definitely a god-given god, and he must be worshipped!"

"Wen Yiming, I can remember this name, this year's most crazy and arrogant, self-confident and conceited, pretending to be unequaled, slapping the face first, bull fork and hanging hanging, stabbing the sky and the earth, the best actor is none other than him. ”

"Uh! I'll vote!"

"The award is mine"

Not only the peripheral observers, but also the Seven Feelings Workshop and the Moxiang Shuxuan were also eyeballs, and even the elders were shocked.

This is not the rhythm of going against the sky, this is the rhythm of the sky!

You must know that the two sides play blind chess, and they don't look at the chess game at all, but only rely on memory to dictate the moving points of the chess pieces, and let the other two people replace the chess, which in itself is a duel of powerful memory and strategy.

In chess, the memory in your mind will be re-remembered with each move, and if you misremember the position of a chess piece, you will lose the whole game.

And Wen Yiming bluntly said that he wanted to start a war at the same time in eighty-one rounds, just thinking about it made people retreat.

Eighty-one games, 2,592 chess pieces, and as many as 810 pawns alone, what kind of memory is needed to control the overall situation.

All the elders who have been immersed in this way for decades are asking themselves, even if they play by themselves, I am afraid that they will directly collapse in chaos after ten moves at most; you must know that the sum of the eighty-one chess pieces in the game counts the number of moves on both sides, and the basic memory in the mind is more than 50,000 times, which is a completely abusive routine!

Wen Yiming can be said to be speechless and swearing, as soon as he said it, Hu Hang, who had just closed his eyes and recuperated, stood up, his brows were tightly locked in a line before he had completely relaxed, and stared at Wen Yiming, who was extremely calm.

Night Dance Frost's cheeks bulged slightly, showing that she was clenching her silver teeth, and her eyes were undisguised with resentment, staring at Wen Yiming and looking at her eyes.

At this moment, she didn't have the slightest confidence that she could hit Wen Yiming to death on this road; but she also didn't believe that Wen Yiming could win, at most it would be an embarrassing draw; she believed that even if there was no hope of winning, she still had more than enough self-preservation, and she was also extremely confident in her mental strength and memory.

Even so, she still felt a deep insult, and a small samurai third layer actually forced her to the point of self-preservation.

"Do you dare to fight?" Wen Yiming asked again with his jaw slightly raised.

After a long time, Night Dance Frost laughed angrily, pointed at Wen Yimingjiao and shouted: "Why don't you dare, don't dig your own grave!"

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