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Nie Guang clasped his hands together and made a Buddha gesture. The golden light in the double pupils rose again, and with the exit of the Sanskrit sound, a golden circle of light appeared on the ground outside the radius of three feet, and a large Buddha handprint gradually took shape in the aperture.

"Everyone stand in this circle, don't go out!"

This is obviously a Zen secret technique that needs continuous guidance, and the golden light in Nie Guang's eyes has not dissipated, maintaining a posture of putting his palms together, standing like a pine.

Everyone had serious expressions and tense expressions.

Everyone stood in the circle, and their clothes were fluttering from the turbulent current of aura caused by the golden aperture.

Ren Xueying took out two jars of chess pieces from the bookcase behind her. Tianli wood chess jar, snow seal stone white seeds, iron ink stone black seeds. Among Confucian chess practitioners, these two cans of chess are already considered the top of the best.

The chess pot has no lid, and the black and white chess pieces are exposed.

Ren Xueying stood sideways, stretched out her right arm and gently supported it in the void in front of her, and the chess jar hung on the palm of her hand, floating up and down, like a lonely planet in the universe that attracted each other to each other. The two-color chess pieces inside also poured out of the chess jar from time to time and fell back again. It seems that an offensive can be launched at any time.

The four generations of Confucian sage Huang Longshi, later generations of people respectfully called him "chess ancestor", opened up the chess road, has been tens of thousands of years. There are many people who can play chess, but there are very few people who practice the way of chess, because cultivating the way of chess not only requires strong cultivation, but also a strong desire to seek the art of chess, otherwise not only will they not be able to attain the Tao, but they will also be reduced to the ranks of ordinary cultivators - this is unacceptable to many people, even if they can accept the risks brought by cultivating the way of chess, the family will not allow a talented reserve talent to practice this very risky way of chess.

However, a Confucian chess cultivator who can cultivate successfully, even if he is not a great master now, will definitely be among the best in the future.

This is also the reason why everyone is headed by Ren Xueying in this event - as the saying goes, the strong are respected.

Others are also facing the enemy. Xiao Houye's black bear battle spirit was even more agitated, and Ao Bing, Hei Shuai, Zhao Tianhao and others were also holding their own weapons and waiting for the battle.

Ye Wuji was still unmoved, still standing in front of the fairy in the painting, but his hand stopped, standing in place, staring at the fairy in the painting that looked like a painting and a fairy.

Ye Wuji tried to search his mind for possible memory fragments, but found nothing.

Ye Wuji stood in front of the fairy in the painting with angry eyes, but as if he was transparent, the fairy in the painting didn't look at him at all. She just looked at the others behind Ye Wuji viciously.

Everyone sweated for Ye Wuji, and at the same time, they also sweated for themselves.

The fairy in this painting is obviously not an idle person, this ancient tomb is a tomb in the Middle Ages, so if you count it, she is afraid that she has been sealed here for tens of thousands of years.

Is she a fairy or a painting, and why is she glaring at everyone?

The fairy in the painting suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Hahahaha!" Although the voice is beautiful, it is very sharp, sharp and uncomfortable, "I didn't expect that the deity will also be reborn one day, and finally see the light of day again!"

Zhao Tianhao asked nervously, "Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Hmph!" the fairy in the painting dismissed, "Who am I, you little human martial arts cultivator can ask?" However, for the sake of your merit in unlocking my seal, I would like to reward you well - say, do you want to be happy, or let me freeze you into ice cubes?"

Everyone has a black line on their faces, is there such a reward?

It seems that this time, it will not be possible to fight. Since you want to fight, let's strike first!

Ren Xueying was the first to make a move.

Her right hand pointed to the void, and the two chess jars in her hand also moved, quickly rotating around the center, and shooting black and white pieces in threes and threes from it.

The immortal in the painting laughed again, "It's actually the descendant of Huanglongshi, his method, there are people who practice it, it's interesting, then I'll send you to see your ancestor!"

After that, a cold breath suddenly appeared in the passage.

Everyone couldn't help but clench their weapons.

I saw several chess pieces hit past, but they were frozen out of thin air, at first they stopped in the air, as if time stood still, and then, the space around the chess pieces began to hang with frost and snow, and finally they were frozen into pieces of ice the size of eggs.

"Give it back to you, little girl from Confucianism!"

The frozen chess piece, with a tremble, flew back in reverse.

Ren Xueying stretched out the chess jar and was directly knocked out. Spitting blood from his mouth, he struggled to get up—fortunately, Nie Guang's golden secret technique blocked it, otherwise Ren Xueying might have died on the spot.

But seeing that the fairy in the painting waved his hand casually, icicles immediately condensed in the air, shooting at everyone's location.

A group of people who had no ability to resist were beaten to their stomachs.

In the end, the gaze of the immortal in the painting was locked on Ye Wuji's body. Everyone lay on the ground, only to find out that this guy actually found out Ye Wuji, this is not metaphysics, Ye Wuji has been standing in front of her for a long time, why don't you look at him, until the end you want to deal with him.

Ye Wuji said eating: "You...... Is it a fairy in the painting?"

The eyelids of everyone's anger jumped, this is indeed the fairy in the painting, aren't you asking nonsense?

However, the immortal in the painting did not deal with Ye Wuji as they thought, and even his demeanor made a 180-degree turn.

I saw that the immortal in the painting still had a frosty face at first, and glared at Ye Wuji coldly, as if he was going to kill him at any time. But after a while, as if it was a different person, he smiled happily, and couldn't help but say, and went up and hugged Ye Wuji - if he had a body.

The phantom of the immortal woman who emerged in this group of paintings tightly "hugged" Ye Wuji's neck, full of joy.

"I didn't expect you to really come, master, did you finally come to save the slave's house? I wanted to pretend to be angry......"

Ye Wuji didn't know what to say, this was the second time he had heard someone call himself a slave. He just had a sense of familiarity with the fairy in this painting, how could the other party make such a move?

Ye Wuji hurriedly took a step back, and easily withdrew from the embrace of the fairy in the painting - the fairy in this painting was just a phantom shadow emerging from the ancient scroll painting, and her hug to retreat was too simple, as long as she gently withdrew her body, she could pass through her embracing arms.

"Fairy, please be respectful," Ye Wuji frowned, "This hero is about to have a family, you are spreading it out like this, I can't explain it, you know?"

"Are you crazy?" shouted from behind, "Hurry up and stay away, come back, and stand there waiting to die?"

The crowd didn't understand what the fairy in the painting said, and only thought it was a means to play with the prey.

Ye Wuji turned around and said angrily: "Hide from the hair, I seem to know this thing!"