In the corner of the chessboard, black is surrounded by white and makes two consecutive robberies.

White looks for the robbery, and then raises the robbery.

Black carries the second robbery with his hand.

White looks for the robbery, and then raises the robbery again.

Black is the first to be robbed.

The two sides revolved around the robbery, you went back and forth, and played nearly 100 chess moves.

In the end, black decisively eliminated the live corner, and white got his wish to encircle the empty mid-belly.

From here, the chess game began to move towards peace, and it was the scene that the teenagers rushed to the ancient pine and saw.

Looking at the empty box in front of the two children, there are more than 30 chess pieces robbed by both sides!

The white-eyed old monk looked at everyone and said solemnly: "You understand now, if you count the robbers, the number of Ye Wuxin's sons will reach two hundred and fifteen!"

Chen Xinfang's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the chessboard with unwillingness, as well as the empty box containing the black chess pieces.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, he has been complacent before, thinking that he had won Ye Changsheng, but he didn't think that it would be empty joy.

The glory in hand flew, and the gold relics in hand also flew, Chen Xinfang's mood was extremely depressed, and his resentment towards Ye Changsheng also reached the extreme.

Looking at Lu Lingjun again, although his expression was also a little lost, there was a different kind of joy in his eyes when he looked at Ye Changsheng.

Chen Xinfang couldn't restrain himself any longer, strode forward, and shouted at Ye Changsheng: "Ye Wuxin, I'm not talented, I'll ask you for a few tricks!"

Ye Changsheng was taken aback, and said coldly: "You said that you are not talented, what qualifications do you have to challenge me?"

Along the way, Ye Changsheng's last bit of patience has also been smoothed out, sometimes you are too polite, and people think you are a bully.

Especially a person like Chen Xinfang who can't even afford to lose, why do you bother to give him a good look?

When Chen Xinfang heard Ye Changsheng's words, his face immediately turned red, and in anger, he punched towards Ye Changsheng's face.

A trace of coldness flashed in Ye Changsheng's eyes, his figure flashed strangely, and he kicked out with a side kick.

"Bang!"

Chen Xinfang's leg was kicked in the crook of the leg, and under the severe pain, he fell to the ground on one knee with a pop.

In the midst of his frenzy of shame, he was about to stand up, when suddenly, a powerful coercion was exerted on him.

The tyrannical and cold murderous aura enveloped Chen Xinfang, as if he was brought into a tragic and terrifying Shura field.

Chen Xinfang broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, his liver and gallbladder were about to split, and his face was frightened.

This murderous aura is terrifying!

Ye Changsheng slowly walked to Chen Xinfang's front, and looked at Chen Xinfang with cold eyes: "The pure place of Buddhism, I won't bother with you, and there will be a ...... next time."

With a slam, Ye Changsheng put away the murderous aura on his body, and Chen Xinfang collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Changsheng no longer paid attention to Chen Xinfang, saluted to the white-eyed old monk, nodded slightly to Lu Lingjun, and strode towards the top of the mountain.

On the mountain behind the top of the mountain, the tall statue of Guanyin gradually gave its true face.

This golden-bodied Guanyin, also with a southern style, has no upper body, wears a long skirt on the lower body, has a slender waist, a graceful posture, and is full of exotic scenery.

At this time, it was dusk, and ten thousand golden lights swayed from behind the statue, like a miracle displayed by Guanyin.

And the people who climb the stairs are like pilgrimages, and their state of mind becomes sacred and religious.

On the top of the mountain, in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the incense is swirling, and the abbot of Fengchun Temple, Master Deadwood, wearing a big red robe, with all the monks, and the Buddha Wuchen, stands there with a smile.

Ye Changsheng stepped forward with a steady footstep, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Disciple Wuxin, I have seen the master of the dead wood, and I have seen all the masters." ”

The Deadwood Masters returned the salute one after another, looking at Ye Changsheng kindly and curiously.

Facts have proved that the monks are not exempt from vulgarity, and the focus of everyone's attention finally fell on Ye Changsheng's long black hair.

An elder smiled and said, "Master Wuxin, you can pass four levels in a row and come out on top, which is enough to prove your extraordinary talent, and there is a place for you in the meditation hall." ”

Changsheng bowed his head again and thanked him.

Behind him, Lu Zhizhao and other powerful people also came, as well as the young man who passed the assessment with Lu Lingjun and others, who were looking at Ye Changsheng's back with shocked eyes at this moment.

How can this young man be able to work hard for the master of deadwood?

And it seems that many eminent monks have shown great kindness and smiles, which is not at all different from the ancient wells they see on weekdays.

The two sons and daughters of the Gongsun royal family vaguely heard the words "Heartless Mage", and their hearts were shocked, and they finally remembered where they had seen this young man.

On the picture album circulated within the Gongsun family!

The middle-aged royal family on the left blurted out: "You are Ye Changsheng!"

It is impossible for any person from the Gongsun family to ignore the name Ye Changsheng.

It was this young man, Su Yun, the daughter of the God of War Amano King who "kidnapped" the Tianxuan Continent.

It was this young man who defeated Gongsun Kang, the delicate son of the Gongsun family, in ten moves, and cut off half of Gongsun Kang's tongue!

It was this young man who, with his own strength, stirred up the situation of the Yunlong Principality and disrupted the deployment of the Glory Federation.

This young man is also a genius swordsmith, the youngest swordsmith in the Yunlong Principality, and the young hall master of the Sword Hall.

This young man was made an earl not long ago, and officially stepped into the circle of the powerful.

This boy has close ties with Buddhism and Taoism. He was also awarded the title of "Master" by the senior monks of the Huixin Sect and the Fayan Sect.

If it weren't for such a powerful background, the person who injured the Gongsun royal family would have died a hundred times ago!

Ye Changsheng?

Ye Changsheng?!

The magnates of the Rainforest Principality were in an uproar, and they all looked at Ye Changsheng in shock.

In their position, how could they not pay attention to the movements of the royal family of the Yunlong Principality, and how could they not know the name of Ye Changsheng?

Just as the youngest swordsmith in the Glory Federation, the name of white-haired immortality occupies a place in his memory.

They never thought that the young man in front of them would be a white-haired immortal.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, he simply turned around generously, smiled faintly at Lu Lingjun who was in a daze in the crowd, and then bowed his head slightly.

He concealed his identity before, although there was a good reason, but after all, it was unreasonable, and with a slight bow, he met everyone again.

Lu Lingjun was in a daze, her mind was completely confused, looking up at Ye Changsheng in the glow, she suddenly felt so far away.

Lu Lingjun's father, Lu Zhizhao, was embarrassed, and when he thought that he had sent Ye Changsheng away with two thousand taels of silver tickets before, he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Not to mention the identity and status of the white-haired immortal, just the auction he held in Cloud Dragon City, the spirit stones he harvested were enough to make him one of the hermit cultivators.

Would such a person really take a fancy to his two thousand taels of silver?