Chapter 22: Above the Holy Hand

How can it be so strong? There is no way to survive at all behind the entire chessboard, but I am the one who is approaching Tian Yuan! Jing Yifan's expression was slightly flustered, and it was a little difficult to accept the facts in front of him.

The pinnacle of the Holy Hand, defeated?

Although Jing Yifan couldn't believe it, he had to admit that he lost this time, and he was convinced.

The old man on the other side didn't open his eyes to look at him from beginning to end, as if he didn't care at all about winning or losing, this kind of detached temperament was the first time he had seen it.

Suddenly, an astonishing thought came to him, above the Holy Hand, there was only Tian Yuan!

That's right, the Tian Yuan stage could defeat himself so easily.

In a small place like the chess club, there is such a powerful chess master, who can believe it?

It is countless times more difficult to reach Tian Yuan than the Holy Hand, and there may not be one in a million. There are only three Tianyuan in the entire Hongtian Dynasty, one of the kings is in charge, and the other two are all guarding the important borders of the Hongtian Dynasty, and they are all world-famous people.

At this time, Jing Yifan was 100% sure that the old man in front of him was Tian Yuan. However, no one in the Nuoda Chess Club seems to know him, there are only two situations, one is that the old man has not reached Tianyuan, and the other is that the old man does not care about his false name and is not in the records of the Hongtian Dynasty. There are many such people, although their chess skills are high, they pursue the ultimate in chess all their lives and are not disturbed by the outside world.

Jing Yifan can be sure that the old man must have reached Tianyuan, then he can only be the kind of person who pursues the ultimate in chess.

"Lost? Lost!"

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen an adult lose, no wonder no one can crack the chess game just now. ”

Seeing Jing Yifan put away the chess pieces, the people around him also saw that the game was over.

Jing Yifan came every day a few days ago, and many people knew that he was a student of Yuerong Academy, and he had never been defeated, and this was the first time.

Although defeated, this is Jing Yifan's state of mind at this time.

The gap between the Holy Hand and Tian Yuan is difficult to make up. After Jing Yifan figured everything out, his depressed mood rose, being able to play against a Tian Yuan, this kind of opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but it is hard to find, not all Tian Yuan Holy Hands will give you this face.

In everyone's surprised eyes, Jing Yifan asked the old man for advice again. The old man did not shirk and accepted his challenge.

While Jing Yifan was looking for an opportunity to break through, Yue Rong also came with two young men in their early twenties.

In Yufeng Building, two men sat by the window, and one of them looked at the street outside, sweeping over passers-by. The other looked a little impatient, and from time to time tapped the cup on the table with his chopsticks.

The sound of "ding ding ding" surrounded his ears, and the man withdrew his gaze, as if he was disturbed by such a sound, and his face was a little unhappy, slightly angry.

"Senior brother, don't knock again, let me be quiet for a while. ”

"I'm not annoying, senior brother, I don't think I've come to Feixue at all, I said that those are all rumors, how can we believe it?

Even if the man didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to, this time he did run in vain.

"We'll go back tonight. After the man left a word, he left Yufeng Building.

This time they came all the way to Yue Rong, just to have an explanation in the future, if the rumors are false, it is the best result for them.

Leaving Feixue is taboo in someone's heart, and they don't dare to touch that person's bottom line, so this trip is to come if they don't want to come......

"Shh

Countless people held their breath, and the chatter quietly stopped. The entire chess club has become numb, from the excitement, excitement, and surprise at the beginning, to the moment it has become insensitive. They not only admired the old man's superb chess skills, but also admired Jing Yifan's determination to defeat and fight repeatedly.

Since the defeat at the beginning, Jing Yifan has never won a game, not because his chess skills are too low, but because the old man is too strong, this is no way to do it, although the Holy Hand and Tian Yuan are only separated by a line, the difference is not a star and a half. This time, Jing Yifan really realized what it means to fail, when you are the most proud and think you are invincible in the world, being defeated by others is not comfortable.

At the peak of the Holy Hand, he is just one step away from being able to step out and become an existence admired by thousands of people. It is also this step that makes Jing Yifan unable to get by. This connective mountain range, like an impassable mountain, intercepted him in front of him, blocking his path.

Tian Yuan, a stage that has never been touched, Jing Yifan is confused, as if he is lost in the vast desert, not knowing where the direction is.

In his previous life, he didn't reach this level, and he thought that he could push the boat down the river and break through easily, but it was so far away.

"The boy has been taught, thank you for the advice, farewell!"

After another failure, his confident belief was completely shattered, and Jing Yifan no longer had the courage to continue the game. Loss was inevitable, dragging heavy steps, walking towards Yue Rong Academy.

When he came, he was personable and full of confidence, and when he left, his back was depressed, full of a sense of loneliness.

Jing Yifan's failure shocked everyone in the chess club, and even more cast an unfathomable veil on the old man, it seems that the old man has not seen the chessboard once from the beginning, and the superb chess skills are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

As night falls, the faint lights flicker in the breeze.

Jing Yifan sat in front of an oil lamp in a daze, looking at the huge and shining flame in the oil lamp, his heart was like this flame, it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time.

Today's blow was really big for him, maybe he was indeed a genius in the past, which is admirable. Through this incident, he realized how short-sighted he was before, there are many talented people in the world, and he has the memory of his previous life, which is not so smooth sailing in this world, and there are many people who are stronger than him.

"Whew!"

The flames flickered, driven by a gust of strong wind, and the curved flames seemed to be about to be extinguished, and after a few seconds of trembling, the flames began to grow stronger.

"Man is like this flame, which can be faltered by any external factors, and if it cannot overcome these factors, it can only be extinguished, but the flame that is about to be extinguished can continue to burn strongly, and the flame will grow stronger. People are like this, as long as they don't give up, they can be like this flame, burning more and more. ”

Suddenly, there was a voice behind him, and it was so clear in this room.

"Who is it?"

Jing Yifan looked behind him in horror, with a thick sense of fear in his voice, this is his residence, the door has been locked, how can anyone come in.

Looking at the extra people in the room in shock, Jing Yifan couldn't even close his mouth for a while, his face was full of shock!