"The old man will meet you for a while!" Elder Du let out a long roar and strode into the Seven Star Terrace.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two of them each held black and red chess, one shot and one kill, and the whole process was like a cloud, and there was not even a second pause in the middle.

"Good! Come on, Brother Du!"

"The Du family is worthy of being the heir of Du Zimei, this eternal heritage, which is not comparable to everyone."

Everyone was excited, and secretly said that even if Du Lao couldn't win this game, he wouldn't lose it, right?

"General!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Big held the chess pieces lightly and said the words that everyone was uplifted.

"The old man has been learning chess since he was a child, and he has been studying chess for 60 years, and he originally thought that he could compete with the world's heroes."

"But when I saw you today, Mr. Big, the old man realized that I was just a frog at the bottom of the well." Du Lao sighed, and his tone was full of loneliness.

"Who else dares to fight the old man?" Twisting his white beard, Mr. Big laughed loudly, laughing very proudly.

Mount Fuji wields a knife "from" and "palace", which is a lifelong humiliation for Mr. Big, and today it is natural to "vent" and "vent" on the heroes of Middle-earth.

"The old man is willing to fight with Mr. Big!"

"I would like to fight with Mr. Big!"

"Fight!"

……

Mr. Big's words completely ignited the audience like a fire fold.

These heroes from all over Middle-earth jumped on the Seven Star Platform one after another, and they fought one by one.

Time passed like water, and when the scorching sun was in the sky, the heroes looked at each other, and they all saw the ugliness in each other's eyes.

"It's a shame that you, Middle-earth, still claim to be a vast land and rich in resources for five thousand years, so many people have been fighting all morning, and no one is the opponent of Mr. Big."

Koizumi laughed loudly, and the mocking voice resounded through the sky, stabbing everyone's hearts like a knife and hammer, and it hurt very much.

But what about pain? Mr. Big's chess skills have tended to the avenue of heaven and man, who in this world can resist?

"If Mr. Peng is alive, how can he allow the people of this small country to run rampant." Similar thoughts emerged in the hearts of the heroes at the same time.

However, in the past hundred years in Middle Earth, there has only been a Mr. Peng, and this is the result of the accumulation of three generations of the Peng family.

In this peaceful and harmonious society, how to find a second Mr. Peng?

Could it be that the glory of my Middle-earth today is to be handed away?

Could it be that the venue for the next Xuanhuang Dragon Battle is really on Mt. Fuji?

Quiet!

The audience was as quiet as death!

At this moment, the wind whimpered and the snow trembled, and even Zhao Gongshan trembled slightly, and seemed to become inexplicably sad.

"Who else is going to fight the old man?" Mr. Big stroked his beard, and his outstanding voice resounded in the sky.

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!

At this moment, Mr. Big suddenly felt a little lost, a kind of loneliness that there are so many heroes in the world, but none of them can be his opponent.

"I'm here to fight you!" Seeing that the fire was almost over, the thin Taoist priest laughed loudly, and with a move of "Meteor Chasing the Moon", he turned into an afterimage and rushed up, looking at Mr. Big's eyes full of war intent.

"I didn't expect that among the young people of Middle-earth, there are still talents like you."

"Young man, do you want to consider it and join me Sun Heavy Industries?"

"The old man can make you a Supreme Elder, with a salary of over 100 million yuan a year, and you don't need to do anything."

As soon as Mr. Big's words came out, a trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the thin Taoist.

But it seemed that because there were too many heroes and heroes present, the thin Taoist priest said proudly: "If you want to fight, you will fight, why is there so much nonsense." ”

"It's kind of interesting." A trace of contempt and contempt flashed in Mr. Big's eyes, and he already understood the heart of the thin Taoist.

I have to say that the thin Taoist priest still has some skills, and he and Mr. Big are flying chess pieces, and they actually insisted on half a pillar of incense for a long time.

"The son continues to follow the generals, this son is aggressive, if he is given a few more decades, the achievements may not be under Mr. Big." Jiang Lao looked amazed.

"We all lost in battle, but this son actually lasted so long, it seems that there is hope for a draw in this game." Du Lao nodded, deeply convinced.

At this time, no one thought that there would be someone on the side of Middle-earth who could defeat Mr. Big.

However, in terms of the strong skills shown by the thin Taoist, the probability of a draw between him and Mr. Big is still very high.

"You islanders are just like that."

It seemed that he felt that he had won the victory, and he seemed to feel that he was inferior to all the heroes of Middle-earth, and the thin Taoist priest laughed loudly, a little fluttering.

"You've lost!" Mr. Big smiled disdainfully, the chess pieces in his hand settled, and the thin Taoist priest was "muddy" and "trembling", and his eyes were about to fall off.

"This ...... It's impossible, it's not true, I clearly want to be a general, why would I lose? The thin Taoist priest's face was like ashes, and he even stammered a little when he spoke.

"Losing is losing, retreat." Mr. Big waved his hand, and a cold wind swept in, making the thin Taoist involuntarily retreat until he retreated outside the Seven Star Terrace, so that he could barely stop.

"Strength? But Erl. At the same time, Mr. Big's sneering voice poured into the ears of the thin Taoist priest with the wind, making the thin Taoist face ugly, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Who else is fighting with the old man?" Mr. Big's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he swept towards the group of heroes, and everywhere he looked, no one dared to look directly at his edge.

"Many years ago, Mr. Peng fought against the heroes of our country one by one, and made my ancestors in the island country have to sign a covenant of 'humiliation' and 'humiliation', and made an oath not to enter Middle-earth to preach for the rest of their lives."

"In the past 50 years, the chess and martial arts circles of our island country have worked hard to make the 'fine' rule, and they have finally risen again."

"Today, it is the battle of the gods of our island country, and from today on, there will be no chess in Middle-earth."

The little dog laughed loudly, and his old eyes were full of excitement.

Even the corners of Mr. Big's mouth were puffed up with a smile of relief.

For so many years, Mr. Big has lived in seclusion on Mount Fuji to do penance, and what he has done is to stop talking, and if he is singing, he will completely suppress Middle-earth!

"From today onwards, in the next 50 years, you Middle-earth chess circles will not be preached overseas, otherwise the old man will not be spared."

After a moment of silence, Mr. Big's majestic and unquestionable voice rolled and echoed in everyone's ears like thunder.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, I didn't expect Mr. Peng to treat the islanders back then, and today the islanders actually use it to deal with our Middle-earth chess players."

Pain!

The heroes are all heartbroken, but they are helpless.

Defeat is defeat, my Middle-earth is a country of etiquette, do you have to break faith in others, and you can't bring shame on yourself?

"It's a shame to be a barbarian and dare to be presumptuous in my Middle Earth! Hum! ”

"Humph!"

Behind, an old and majestic voice suddenly sounded.

Before the words fell, in this snowy sky, a majestic old man in a Mao suit rolled in.