Chapter 277: Chess Player

There are always only two kinds of people in the world, one is the chess player, and the other is the chess piece, and the world is in the hands of the chess player, and of course some chess players will become chess pieces in the hands of other chess players. The essence of this world is to rule and be ruled, and if you don't want to be ruled, then you can only try to rule others.

Of course, a considerable number of people are born rulers, they have the blood of rulers in their veins, they inherit everything from their parents' rulers, they are more violent chess players, they are evil ghosts who grew up on the pile of bones, they have no mercy for anything, they don't even know the sorrow and hardship of being pawns, this is the people who control the world now, they decide that the world is cold and ruthless.

In addition to this part of the people who were born on the pile of bones, there is also a small group of people who slowly climb up from the chess pieces step by step, and eventually become one of the chess players. On the surface, this group of people respects those who rely on their birth to gain status and strength, but in their hearts they look down on this group of people who have not experienced ups and downs.

Elder Stygian was one of those people. Elder Stygian is not only from a bad background, but also a woman, and in this world ruled by men, the status of women will be even lower. It is impossible to imagine how Elder Stygian struggled to climb to this position step by step, but there is no doubt that Elder Stylan's talent and courage are very comparable, which means that Elder Stygian has a special sense of superiority, and even looks down on male monks who also climb up from chess pieces.

Of course, Elder Stygian is qualified to despise these people, because Elder Stylan's intelligence has made her smooth sailing for so many years, and she has survived freely in the cracks, and the two of them have not felt the deadly snake letter that Elder Stygian Lan is secretly spitting out. Elder Stygian Lan was conceited and took the opportunity for her to turn over—Qin Ping, who knew that this was not a puppet who could carry the string at will, but a jungle python.

Elder Stygian's original conceit was shattered on the body of this jungle python, and Elder Stygian now attacked decisively, wanting to rely on his fangs to deter this python, who knew that this python was drinking tea leisurely, unmoved. The powerful heart that Elder Stygian had built up over the years cracked open at this moment.

"Qin Ping Xiaoyou, just follow what you said, after you leave the sect, I will assist your stand-in. "Elder Stylan's entire body was stiff, and his straight spine had lost its support after so many years, as if it had been crushed by something invisible.

Elder Stygian is helpless now, the strength of Qin Ping's three people is far beyond her expectations, the three monks in the middle stage of the Holy Realm are suppressed by her almost all her strength, none of them are defeated, if they are ordinary monks in the middle of the Holy Realm, they will be completely suppressed by Elder Stygian without exception.

The person who was the second of the three Qin Ping was just hideous, and he didn't oppress him to use defensive moves, and the other two didn't even have any effect, drinking tea and pouring water, and sure enough, this seemingly inconspicuous Qin Ping's stand-in was also very unusual.

Elder Styling Lan knew in his heart that no matter what reason Qin Ping and the three of them could completely resist her oppression, they were already qualified to talk to Elder Stylan on an equal footing, plus Elder Styling Lan did not have any decisive bargaining chips in his hands, it was completely inevitable to bow his head now, fortunately, none of Qin Ping's subordinates were disciples of Xuanyun Sect, otherwise he might not even have a chance to enter the game.

"Oh, Elder Stygian Lan figured it out just now, it's really rare. Chu Yu Mengxi, I haven't thanked Elder Minglan yet, the elders have given up the leadership to you. If something goes wrong with you, I'll rush back and clean you up. Elder Stylan, please rest assured, they don't dare to make a mistake. Qin Ping put down the cup that he had been holding in his hand during this time, and faced "Qin Ping" Meng Li with a stern face, as if he was reprimanding them.

Elder Styling Lan knew that these words were said to her by Qin Ping, and Qin Ping was reminding Elder Stylan that although he would not stay in the sect in the future, Qin Ping would still be able to return to the sect, and asked Elder Stylan not to make any small moves. In fact, for the two parties, whatever the contract says is fake, in this world of the jungle, promises are worthless, and their so-called discussions now are just showing each other's strength, and then forcing each other to bow their heads.

Obviously, in these few collisions without gunpowder, Elder Stygian fell to the upper hand on all fronts, but this was the result of Qin Ping's strong attack, once Qin Ping left the sect, the comparison of the strength of the two parties would not necessarily be what it was, Qin Ping was now knocking on Elder Stylan, asking her not to do anything crooked when she was away.

Elder Stygian Lan didn't bow his head unexpectedly, and Qin Ping didn't feel any joy because of this, just completed a trivial thing in a task-like manner. After Elder Stygian finished speaking, he sat on his chair, motionless, and did not speak again. Qin Ping was not ready to continue wasting time here, but got up to say goodbye.

Elder Minglan didn't seem to hear Qin Ping's voice, and he still leaned over, shrugging his head, without any response. Qin Ping was not surprised by Elder Minglan's reaction, but left directly with Meng Li and the others.

Qin Ping and the three of them walked out of this hut one after another, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and then the sound of the courtyard door closing came from outside, obviously Qin Ping and the others had left this courtyard. Elder Stygian slowly raised his head, his rickety body gradually straightened, and the confusion and helplessness in his original eyes were instantly swept away, replaced by a refined light that came from thinking.

Although Elder Styling Lan was surprised by the strength of Qin Ping and the others, and the plan he had originally thought of was ruthlessly disrupted, Elder Styling Lan actually did not panic, Elder Styling Lan had experienced such a thing for so many years, accumulated extensive knowledge, and established a strong heart. Elder Stygian had been acting against Qin Ping and the three of them before, and wanted to use this method to relax the nerves of Qin Ping and the three of them, she was hiding her thoughts so that she could act in the future.

Elder Stygian was obviously not the kind of person who could be easily defeated, she was able to wait patiently for hundreds of years under the suppression of the two of them, and Elder Stygian Lan would not be in a blind hurry at such a time. However, Elder Stylan was not sure if he could deceive this mysterious Qin Ping. Anyway, Qin Ping will leave the sect soon, and it is a good thing that he doesn't have to face Qin Ping head-on.