I am the Holy Hand!

used the chess game to tell everyone that he, Jing Yifan is a holy hand. Is this kind of impact enough, is it enough for such a high-profile exposure of the true level?

Xiao Daquan sat in front of the chessboard, the beads of sweat never stopped from the beginning, yes, he had been completely engraved in this game of chess, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

Xiao Daquan should feel lucky, Yu Qi is not a holy hand, if the holy hand suffers such a drastic change, there will definitely be no one in ten. The Holy Hand Game is not the pursuit of physical objects, but the state of mind, if Xiao Daquan is also a Holy Hand, he is now immortal and crippled, so he should feel lucky.

"From now on, it will no longer be the four masters, but the five masters!"

I don't know who whispered and called everyone back. There is no hustle and bustle, there is just a deathly silence, that's right, the Holy Hand is already above the monster, before this, only the four masters of the academy have reached this stage, at this time, Yue Rong Academy will give birth to a demon again.

His name is Jing Yifan, and no one dares to question it!

"Alas, this kid really can't help it, so it's exposed, we don't have another hole card. Xiao Yun sighed helplessly, he knew that this matter would come from restoring Jing Yifan's freedom, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

A student of the Holy Hand was born in the Yuerong Academy, and the news quickly spread like a breeze throughout the Hongtian Dynasty. Jing Yifan has become famous in the Hongtian Dynasty so far, and the limelight is better than last year's Mu Changfeng for a while.

Fame Yue Rong, fame and fame, everything seems to have nothing to do with Jing Yifan.

The game seemed to be forgotten by him, and he came to the chess club again.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that there was a strange atmosphere in today's chess club, and there was no one playing in the usual lively and extraordinary game place. Looking at the empty table, he felt a little uncomfortable.

When I looked up, I found that in a corner of the chess club, countless people had gathered, and even the steward of the chess club was among them, no wonder no one came to receive it today.

Curious, he walked over, wanting to see what had happened to attract so many people to give up the game of chess and become a crowd of onlookers.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! This chess game is completely dead, and there is no way to go. ”

As soon as he got closer, such a sentence came from his ears, which made Jing Yifan's steps faster.

In the eye, there is only one person, one table and one chair.

Surrounded by everyone, an old man over eighty years old sat in it, in front of him, a game of chess, and everyone was gathered here, precisely for this chess game.

"Does anyone else want to crack this game?"

After a while, the old man spoke slowly, his voice a little weak, but a little disappointed in it.

The crowd was noisy for a while, and finally a person came out and sat down opposite the old man and began to crack the chess game. Jing Yifan glanced at the chess game, but his brows furrowed deeply, and the ripples of the word 'several' on his forehead became deeper and deeper, and he did not understand this game of chess instantly.

"Sure enough, it's a game of chess, if this chess game is set up by the old man, then ...... This old man is a master. ”

Jing Yifan guessed in amazement, from this game of chess, it is not difficult to see that the level of the person who set up this chess game is definitely above the holy hand. After searching for countless days, there was finally a trace of the Holy Hand, and his heart was boiling, eager to know the answer in his heart.

Calling a steward aside, Jing Yifan asked the doubts in his heart. He was eager to know who set up this chess game, whether it was the old man in front of the chess game, or someone else, and with apprehension, Jing Yifan looked at the steward.

This steward was so frightened by Jing Yifan that he was a little sweaty when he looked at him like this. "Big ...... My lord, that old man is the one who laid out the chess game, and I heard that he wanted to find someone who could crack the chess game. ”

Breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not disappoint him, since the chess game was set by the old man, then the old man had definitely reached the stage of the holy hand. His eyes were a little red, and Jing Yifan returned to the crowd and continued to watch.

One after another, people stepped forward to crack it, but they all failed miserably. No one cracked this chess game, and the old man stood there with his eyes closed, and he couldn't even breathe.

After a long time, the old man's voice slowly came.

"Anyone else who wants to crack this chess, if no one comes back, let me stop here today. After saying that, the old man waved his hand from the chessboard, and the chess game was destroyed in a blink of an eye, leaving the black and white chess pieces to intersect in a chaotic manner.

"Shh

Countless people sighed, for them who advocate chess skills, it is a pity that such a unique chess game is fleeting in a blink of an eye.

"This old-timer, the student is not talented, and he is willing to play against you. Seeing that the old man was about to leave, Jing Yifan finally spoke. He took a little effort to crack the chess game just now, but he didn't step forward. Because cracking the chess game is not what he wants, what he wants is pressure, pressure from between holy hands.

Hearing this, the old man's half-squinted eyes widened slightly, and after staring at Jing Yifan for three seconds, his eyes flashed with fine light, as if he could see through Jing Yifan.

Nodding slightly, the old man didn't say a word, and began to clean up the chess pieces scattered on the chessboard. Jing Yifan also hurriedly sat down and put the chess pieces of another color into the chess ring.

Jing Yifan was dressed in the costume of Yue Rong Academy, and many people here knew him because of his frequent visits recently. For him, a student who has never lost, many people admire him. He didn't stand up to crack the chess game, which disappointed many people, and if you want to say who is the most likely to crack the chess game here, everyone ranks him first in their hearts, but he has no intention of standing up and cracking the chess game.

However, now Jing Yifan directly asked for a match, which once again attracted everyone's attention.

Who is this old and young?

With his previous guess, Jing Yifan knew that the old man might also be a holy hand, so he was extremely careful with every move. At this time, he was conflicted in his heart, he hoped that the old man was a holy hand, but he was also afraid that he would lose. From the chess game just now, he obviously saw that it was definitely not a chess game that could be played by ordinary holy hands, and perhaps this old man was the strongest person he had met in this life.

The old man is like a boulder, except for when it is his turn to move, he always closes his eyes and never even glances at the chess game. Is it already in the chest, or is it a neglect of this game, no one can know?

Strong, too strong.

The strength is outrageous, so that he has no power to fight back.

It was hard to resist, Jing Yifan's breathing gradually became flustered, and the pressure that he had never felt before appeared in his heart, like a mountain pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his chest rose and fell violently, Jing Yifan watched as all his chess pieces on the chessboard were trapped to death, and the chess pieces in his hand couldn't fall.