"Little brother, can you play a game of chess with me?"

The same words came over, and Feng Yan sighed.

"Thirty times, and it's the same sentence every time...... When the hell is this going to be?"

Feng Yan couldn't help but feel a little bored when he looked at the old man in front of him saying the same thing and doing the same thing. Thirty times, every time I open my eyes, I will encounter the exact same situation, without a trace of change, which makes Feng Yan a little annoyed.

However, boredom is boredom, and this person still has to face it. Faced with the old man's invitation, Feng Yan resolutely said "No!", and then prepared for battle.

Another familiar sight appeared. I saw that after the old man heard the answer, his chess hand paused in the air, and then slowly fell. At the same time, he muttered "good, good".

The moment the chess pieces landed on the chessboard, the old man rushed towards the wind. At this time, with a little anger, he started his fists and feet as soon as he arrived in front of Feng Yan.

In the face of the old man's attack, Feng Yan did not panic at all. I saw that his left arm blocked the attack, his right fist turned into a palm, and after his body turned to the right by a certain amplitude, he hit the air to the right.

That's when something magical happened. In the air, where there was nothing, the old man's face suddenly appeared, just in time to receive the punch of the wind dead.

Then, the body continued to turn to the right, turning to face the old man. Then, with your left leg forward, you can lift your knee and hit it hard up. And coincidentally, at this time, the old man's head was dodging down, and he happened to catch the knee hit.

However, perhaps it was unusual for ordinary people, the old man obviously received a very violent impact, but he didn't see him crying out in pain, just staring at the side of the wind and death. There was a little doubt in his eyes, why did he know my movements in advance?

In fact, the wind does not predict, nor does he really know in advance, but this routine is too familiar.

Before, Feng Yan had been unconscious thirty times, and each time he was knocked unconscious by the old man, or killed by him. After all, that feeling of death is still relatively obvious.

And every time Feng Yan was killed, it was because of the old man's unchanging kung fu. Every time the wind can stop for a while, but in the end, it has to lose, that is, face the end of death.

At present, Feng Yan had died thirty times, and he found that the old man's kung fu had not changed from beginning to end. And the reason why the old man won was also very simple - with the teleportation like just now, plus the cultivation was a little higher, it was naturally easy to win.

These thirty deaths also made Feng Di discover his own shortcomings—his melee skills were somewhat lacking, and the things he had learned were already a little rusty. The reason for this is that he relies too much on his physical strength, and many times he is reckless, rather than relying on skill to overcome.

And now, there happens to be such a person who can practice all the time, of course, he has to practice well. So, after his third death, Feng Yan changed his strategy, refused directly at first, and then started fighting.

Now, he has almost understood the old man's routines, and he can basically take them. And like the previous moves, it can already be completely suppressed. The reason why the tricks used are more ruthless is because no matter how ruthless these moves are, they are useless to the old man, and he will not be hurt. Wind Death did this, just to show the evil anger that he was killed. Otherwise, after so many times, he would definitely be driven crazy.

"It's obviously a test, but why did it become for him to practice? Sure enough, the disciples they taught were different. ”

Outside, Xuan Mo looked at Feng Yan's performance and thought it was very interesting. This level was originally to test the nature of the wind and die, to see if his attitude towards life was in line with her expectations. As for the arrangement of being killed, it was only the fastest means to end this test arranged by Xuan Mo.

The old man's wind will not affect the outcome if he fights or not, if he can't beat it, he will die, and in the end, he will die together because of the set result, and he will die both horizontally and vertically. So, in fact, Feng Yan just needs to wait for death.

Xuan Mo thought that Feng Yan would fight, after all, he always had to fight in the face of death. But she didn't expect that Feng Yan would directly practice with the old man, and she didn't have any worries.

"He's bold enough to be bold...... It's ruthless!"

"You've already designed it to be reborn when you die, so you don't have to be afraid of dying. And a person who is not afraid of death will naturally be bold.

As for the means, these are originally techniques used to kill people, and it is normal to be ruthless. Besides, the old man will not be hurt or hurt, and he has been killed dozens of times by him, if it were for you, you would definitely have to do the same. ”

But his previous attitude obviously refused to even pay the price of a fake life...... How to do it to him...... It's that ruthless?"

"That's just a fear of being deceived, what if that fake life is just an excuse? The game you gave at the beginning was too big, and the master was not sure of winning, so he chose to give up. ”

"That is, if the odds are big, he will bet?"

"No, he won't bet, he'll win. This kind of big event, the owner will generally make a perfect plan on the basis of ensuring a very high success rate, so as to make it successful. The biggest problem with your design is that you separate them, and they are the most authentic and strongest selves when they are together. ”

"No, isn't it said that it's easiest to expose your true nature when you're alone?"

"But you are dealing with a group of people who are used to living in groups, or people who can communicate with each other. ”

"Tsk...... Unexpectedly...... You've only been in for a short time and you've found so much to discover. ”

"I'm hiding it. ”

This is the dialogue between Xuan Mo and Cang Scale. Although the difference in strength is there, they are both guardian beasts, and with the same age, the two beasts are now good friends.

They were watching the performance of the Wind Death, and there were six other people next to them, and the other spirit beasts were watching their master. There is no doubt that the performance of the six people will affect their relationship with the spirit beast.

The other five just looked at the images of their respective masters, and were not affected by Xuan Mo at all, which made Xuan Mo a little curious.

"Hmm...... Scales, speaking of which...... Why are they so calm in front of me? ”

"Come on, come on, look at me, look at me and you'll understand...... Although I am weak, I am also a guardian beast...... They have lived with me for so long, and they have long since adapted to the aura of the guardian beast...... It is estimated that they are not afraid of the guardian beast now. ”

After Cang Liang finished explaining, he asked the business again.

"How many times does this have to die before it ends?"

"I designed it eighty-one. ”

"Aren't you afraid to go crazy, although the master is strong, but ......"

"But this is a trap that drives people crazy...... I won't change it either. ”

On the other hand, after eighty-one deaths, the wind died nothing. Because he went for a fight, he never thought he was trapped.

When he woke up this time, he heard something different.

"Okay, this time the normal game will be over. ”