"What's the point of a war?" Facing everyone's eyes, Ji Lin smiled faintly.

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, everyone shook again, and even the thin Taoist priest looked at Ji Lin with a little more shock.

A war? What's the matter? You...... You, you, are you really your own chess senior?

Vertical arrogance! Very foolish!

Although everyone didn't speak on the surface, Ji Lin understood the deep meaning in their eyes.

But the so-called summer insects can't be spoken, so why does Ji Lin need to explain?

"Young man, your courage is certainly commendable, but Mr. Big's skills are close to the Tao, you better not go up and take your own humiliation." Mr. Peng Er frowned, a little unhappy.

Mr. Peng Er has a glorious life, and even if he is defeated today, no one denies his outstanding merits.

But Ji Lin wants to fight with Mr. Big after Mr. Peng Er's defeat? What is this?

Could it be that Ji Lin really thinks that he is powerful and can surpass Mr. Peng Er?

"Fighting with the sky, the fun is endless; Fight with desire, and the fun is endless; Fighting with others is also a lot of fun. Ji Lin shrugged, the clouds were still light.

This time he entered Shu because of the demon star, and when he was bored, Ji Lin used to study and study modern history to pass the time.

Among them, the one that Ji Lin admired and admired the most was naturally Taizu, and it was quite appropriate to use his old man's words to express his mind.

"Little dog, could it be that you are the best young man in the Central Plains as you said in the past?"

"Why does the old man think he resembles a clown?" Mr. Big scoffed.

"Mr. Big, this son still has some skills, and he is so abnormal today, I guess he was stupid by your majesty, right?"

The little dog sighed slightly, and looked at Ji Lin with a little more pity.

Such an excellent young man is ashamed to speak out in front of the world's heroes, what is this not looking for death?

"Junior, since you are bent on death, then the old man will fulfill you." Mr. Big laughed loudly, and laughed uncontrollably.

Mr. Peng Er's defeat made Mr. Big's self-confidence "swell" and "swell" to an extreme.

Even if Mr. Peng is reborn, Mr. Big has the confidence to fight!

"I've never bullied ants in my life, and in order to show my respect for you, I decided to win or lose with one move."

Ji Lin strolled towards the Seven Star Terrace and said something that everyone was stunned by.

A little ant who is only in his twenties is so ashamed to defeat the contemporary Mr. Tianjiao in one move?

Even the dignified Jiangnan chess saint Mr. Peng Er, his old man is not a general of Mr. Big, are you Ji Lin too pretending?

Mad!

It's crazy!

Today, the people who went to Zhao Gongshan to participate in the Xuanhuang Dragon Battle are all well-informed and experienced.

But they really haven't seen an arrogant person like Ji Lin.

"If you can defeat the old man with one move, then the old man will wash his hands of gold today, and he will never step into the Central Plains again, and he will never fight with others again for the rest of his life!"

Ji Lin's arrogance finally made Mr. Big angry, and his tone was calm.

It's just that Mr. Big hasn't thought about a question, that is, why would a strong man with three flowers at the top of his house be confused by a junior?

Among them, isn't there a little weirdness?

In front of everyone's eyes, Ji Lin stepped on the Qixing Platform, sat cross-legged on the futon, motionless like an old monk, and began to close his eyes and vomit as if no one was around.

Time is passing in minute by minute, and an hour of time passes quietly like this.

For such a long time, Ji Lin didn't even look at Mr. Big.

Everyone stared at each other, and they all felt that there seemed to be a lot of "sheep" and "camels" in their hearts.

"It seems that the rules of the Xuanhuang Dragon War will be changed in the future, you Middle-earth people are really powerful, and you actually came up with the bad idea of being afraid of Shaozhuang."

The little dog sneered and said something that made the group blush.

By this time, everyone had seen what Ji Lin's "wishful thinking" was.

The rule of the Xuanhuang Dragon War is that whoever is strong will play chess later.

According to the rules of this game, it is Ji Lin who plays the chess pieces first, and Mr. Big can make a move.

Unlike those chess software on the Internet, there are no restrictions on when and how long the players can make a move.

It seems that Ji Lin took advantage of this loophole, and directly consumed his physical strength with Mr. Big as soon as he came up.

Yes, that's right, you're a great man, but you're old after all, and I'm a young man.

Excuse me, on the top of this cold wind and high mountain, everyone consumes it together, and in the end, whose physical strength is the first to "collapse"?

And at that time, this chess game naturally could not continue, neither could it be regarded as a victory for Mr. Big, nor did Ji Lin lose.

In other words, as long as Ji Lin has enough physical strength, in the end, this game will definitely be a draw.

In this way, according to Mr. Big's original cruel words, it is equivalent to winning in Middle-earth.

But the question is, is such a victory too shameless?

Can such a victory really be considered a victory?

Syllable!

At this moment, the faces of the Central Plains heroes were all red, and they wanted to jump into the ground in shame.

What a shame!

"In this battle, even if I win in the Central Plains, I'm afraid it will make the world shameless."

Jiang Lao sighed slightly, and his tone was full of sighs.

"Mr. Ji is also a masterpiece of a generation, and he can actually come up with such a way to defeat the enemy."

"It's a pity that after today, I'm afraid he will be pointed out by thousands of people, and he will be stinking for 10,000 years." Du Lao nodded, looking at Ji Lin's gaze was complicated.

"Mr. Ji, we all have arrogance in the Central Plains, is it too shameless for you to do this?"

Suddenly, the sound of the thin Taoist priest's yin and yang strange qi rolled and echoed in the void.

As soon as these words came out, some people nodded in deep opinion.

Some people also think that the thin Taoist priest is doing too much, after all, instead of the entire Central Plains falling, it is better to let Ji Lin carry the black pot alone.

"Junior, the old man is an enlightened person who gathers three flowers, even if he is here for a week and a half in the valley, there is no problem."

"If you want to use the method of being afraid of the young man to drag down the old man, it is simply a fool's dream!" Frowning and glancing at Ji Lin, Mr. Big's old eyes were full of rage.

Ji Lin's behavior made Mr. Big as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly, and he was extremely disgusting.

"Junior, don't you think too much of yourself?"

"When I was learning chess, your ancestors probably didn't know who was rowing in their belly."

Ji Lin smiled faintly and suddenly opened his eyes.

I don't know why, in Ji Lin's sharp eyes, Mr. Big suddenly had a strange feeling that his whole body was being seen through.

A similar feeling Mr. Da felt when he was young, when he was fortunate to see Mr. Peng playing chess.