Lin Chen frowned slightly, he had heard about the drunken Taoist, the drunken Taoist had a special background, his spiritual power was different from ordinary people, and he was very evil, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to pretend to be an evil spirit just now and exude such a strong yin qi.

It's no wonder that this guy has no fear, but if the drunken Taoist priest is blessed by the qi of Yuanyang, Lin Chen will still be afraid of three points, the qi of yin and evil...... Lin Chen could only hehe.

"Even Senior Brother Han is not afraid, you are afraid that it will be every day. Lin Chen smiled and said to the drunken Taoist.

Seeing that Lin Chen didn't take himself in his eyes at all, the drunken Taoist priest was furious, and slowly pulled out his long sword, and the cold aura spread like ink dripping from water, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Lin Chen also pulled out the Chixiao Sword.

The two sword qi met in the air, and the red sword qi of the Chixiao Sword was scattered and died under the bombardment of the ice cyan sword qi of the drunken Taoist priest, like a cold winter coming overnight, and even Lin Chen's refining body was soaked in cold.

Lin Chen believed that if it weren't for the refining function of the Great Cave True Scripture, he would have been injured by the drunken Taoist's cold qi by now.

Indeed, the strength of the drunken Taoist priest is above himself. It seems that as long as there is not a big level gap, the level of cultivation does not mean the level of strength.

"It's over, remember, don't touch a woman you can't touch in the next life. ”

A fierce color flashed in the drunken Daoist's eyes, the long sword rose, and the cold sword aura shrouded Lin Chen again. But at this moment, a purple light suddenly appeared, piercing through the drunken Taoist's cold sword qi, and shot towards the drunken Taoist's chest at lightning speed.

A few meters away, the drunken Taoist priest already felt that the murderous aura was overwhelming, and he was shocked, and hurriedly used the spiritual power of his whole body to condense the long sword, forming a sword curtain in a vain attempt to resist the sword qi of the Bauhinia Sword, but the lethality of the Yin Cold Spiritual Qi of the seventh layer of his Qi refining was not much higher than Lin Chen's own spiritual power, and how could he resist the Bauhinia Flying Sword that Lin Chen urged with all his might.

With a "poof", the Bauhinia Sword pierced the chest of the drunken Taoist priest, bringing a piece of blood light suspended in the air.

The drunken Taoist priest touched a handful of blood on his chest, which was shocking in front of his eyes, his body weakened, and he fell to his knees at once.

"It's over, remember, don't touch a woman you can't touch in the next life. Besides, you haven't touched it yet. Lin Chen returned the words of the drunken Taoist priest as they were, but he was a little sympathetic to the drunken Taoist priest.

"Hahaha. The drunken Taoist priest suddenly laughed, and looked at Lin Chen with a hideous expression: "Do you think you really won?" Let me tell you Lin Chen, the person I Xiao Tong wants to kill has never missed, and today you are dead." ”

As soon as the drunken Taoist priest's words fell, the Bauhinia Sword trembled violently, Lin Chen was taken aback, and immediately saw countless spirit stiffeners surging from all directions, adding up to hundreds of people, and the energy was not weak.

Lin Chen was too late to leave, and the spirit zombie surrounded him and the drunken Taoist priest. Lin Chen looked at the drunken Taoist priest coldly: "You deliberately lured me here?

Lin Chen never thought that the Drunken Daoist would lure him to this place where the Spirits Zombie gathered, because the Drunken Daoist led Lin Chen out, it was absolutely impossible for him to be sure that he would lose, if he won, there were so many Spirits Zombies around, would he be able to run out?

"I'll just say you don't know me. The drunken Taoist priest looked at Lin Chen with a cruel smile: "Look at it, see how I got out." ”

The drunken Taoist picked up the sword on the ground, covered his chest, and walked out step by step, as if he didn't see him, and the drunken Taoist priest left in a grand manner.

Lin Chen understood that the cold aura of the drunken Taoist priest could already be assimilated to the point that it was no different from the spirit zombie energy, and these spirit zombies saw him as if they saw Nie Xiaoqian, thinking that they were his own kind.

hated Lin Chen couldn't even urge the Bauhinia Sword to kill the drunken Taoist, because Lin Chen could see that these hundreds of spirit zombies did not pounce on him, just because he was afraid of his own Bauhinia Sword, once the Bauhinia Sword chased and killed the drunken Taoist, he would be surrounded by spirit zombies.

Among these spirit stiffs, there are many equivalent to the seventh layer of qi refining energy, several of the eighth layer of qi refining, and three more than the ninth layer of qi refining, hard fighting, Lin Chen will never be so many spirit zombie opponents.

Now the only way, I'm afraid, is to transfer the plane and leave, but if she leaves, what should Nie Xiaoqian do?

"Go, you can't leave, but if you fight, your sword is powerful, we will die a lot of brothers, it's better to do this, how about we make a bet? ”

A scholar dressed as a scholar in white spoke.

Now Lin Chen knew that these spirits were talking and doing things, they looked no different from living people, and they seemed to be able to think, but in fact, they had long lost their consciousness, and everything they said and did was driven by their obsessions before they were alive.

It's like that greedy and ugly thief, who really looks like a thief, but he never thought about what to do with robbing money, never thought about how much money he could rob, he just kept robbing money, no matter what the situation, he only recognized money. It's because he actually has only one obsession in his head, and that is money.

Lin Chen wanted to know what the obsession of this white-clothed scholar was, could it be a gamble? He was a gambler when he was alive, and he didn't know if his level of fighting landlords could surpass him.

"How to bet?" Lin Chen asked.

The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and a little zombie took a box to the white-clothed scholar, opened the box, and Lin Chen saw a pair of chess lying inside.

"I am Zhang Wanling, the second chess saint of the Great Song Dynasty, who sent thirty-six Lang, the opponent I met in my life, except for one person, there is no one who has thirty-six moves, if you can pass my thirty-six moves undefeated, even if you win. The white-clothed scholar said smugly.

It turned out that this guy died in the Song Dynasty.

"Wealth...... Hue...... "...... eater" Lin Chen guessed that this should be the group of evil spirits who are greedy for fame.

Lin Chen can play chess, but the level is outrageously low, if you want to give a nickname, Lin Chen can also be called Thirty-six Lang, that is, within thirty-six steps, he will die.

What can I do?

[Just look at the expression and know that the anchor is finished, and the anchor is useless except for telling meat jokes. ] 】

[Thirty-six Lang, I am seven times in one night, can you dare to fight me for three hundred rounds?]

[The anchor surrenders, call Thirty-six Lang Thirty-six Daddy, maybe someone will let you go. ] 】

There was a barrage of schadenfreude in the live broadcast room, and when Lin Chen saw these barrages, he suddenly thought of an idea.

"The old man is the third chess saint of the Ming Dynasty, and he will accompany you through two moves today. ”

Lin Chen touched his chin without stubble and sat down in front of the chessboard.

"The Third Chess Saint of the Ming Dynasty, hmph, then I want to meet you. ”

Zhang Wanling also knew that it was a big tomorrow outside, and Lin Chen's words immediately boosted his fighting spirit, as the second chess saint of the Great Song Dynasty, he must defeat the third chess saint of the Ming Dynasty and win glory for the Great Song Dynasty.

The two began to play chess, and Zhang Wanling came out.

Lin Chen didn't move, one second, two seconds, three seconds......

"Hey, the third chess saint of the Ming Dynasty, are you going to go?" Zhang Wanling was impatient.

"What are you anxious about, how can you not think about playing chess?" Lin Chen said disdainfully.

"But that's the first step. "Poor Zhang Wanling and Sven, I couldn't help but explode.

"There you go. ”

Lin Chen suddenly seemed to think of a clever move, picked up the chess pieces and walked out.

Seeing Lin Chen take this step, Zhang Wanling seemed to have been hit hard, and almost vomited three liters of blood, Nima thought about it for a long time, and it turned out to be exactly the same as herself, and she was also on the third road.