In the darkness, Baijiacheng fell silent.

However, the news of the official start of the assessment of 100 schools has been fermented in the whole city.

At this time, all the passages leading to Baijia City were blocked, and all the god-level masters in Baijia City were naturally included in the list of this assessment.

It's just the question of the assessment: "Life is like chess, the chessboard falls, and there are no regrets", what is the meaning of this?

On top of Baijia Cliff, covered with ice and snow.

Two middle-aged men in white robes sat opposite each other, with a game of othello between them, and it was obvious that the two had been playing against each other for a long time.

One of them was slightly fat, like a rich man, he smiled slightly, and said: "'Life is like chess, the chessboard falls, and there is no regret when you raise your hands', this topic is good, but you and I need to choose two people with a layout, looking at these dozens of seeds, Brother Qian has obviously taken a fancy to the candidate......"

"Haha!" The other white-robed man smiled softly and said, "Since Brother Li is so polite, I will choose first." The person who hides the building, everyone gets it, and I choose to kill Sun Jilong of the building. ”

"Brother Qian is still so duplicitous, this Sun Jilong according to the wind evaluation of the East Factory, his people are first-class, in order to let more people in the hidden killing building can enter the Baijiayuan, he himself is willing to hide behind the scenes for more than ten years, playing the role of a military advisor.

This time, he finally couldn't help but challenge Baijiaya in person, it must be a bad intention, Brother Qian chose him, and he had a much better chance of winning. ”

The fat man named Brother Qian said lightly: "You and I are just small officials, it is difficult to figure out how high and high we are, but we just follow the unchanging rules in front of the Baijiayuan." Why is Brother Li sarcastic about me?"

"Hehe, that's good, I'll choose 'Moral Honor' Shu Changqing. He is a model for scholars in the world, so I'll see how many places he can get for readers this time......"

He finished. Take the lead in twisting a chess piece and knock it the chessboard.

And at the same time. In the city of a hundred families, in a very quiet courtyard, many god-level experts surrounded a long-haired old man:

"Life is like chess, the chessboard falls, and there are no regrets...... In this chess game, we will play the game together, and Shu Ge will talk to us......"

The long-haired old man is over the age of old, but his waist is straight, and his appearance is righteous and awe-inspiring, which is really a good moral elder. It's extraordinary......

Tang Yu lay on the bed, sat up suddenly, and said: "I just learned from the information of the East Factory that there is a dispute under the Baijia Cliff, and the battle of the top forces in the world has never been interrupted under the Baijia Cliff. I'm afraid that this so-called chess game is a fight against each other.

It's just that he hides his identity, no one knows, and he acts as a pawn in the fight with each other.

What a chess piece......"

He quickly figured it out. I can't help but be very vigilant.

He couldn't help but scold Tao Yi again, he broke into Baijia Cliff by himself, and now his aunt is not kissed, and his grandmother is not loved. There is no gang and no faction, how can you fight with others?

Top strength, pattern game. I'm a pawn.

The sky brightened slightly, and Tang Yu got up normally. Walk down the street.

He suddenly felt that within one night, Baijia City seemed to have changed. The originally bustling streets are much quieter than yesterday.

On the street, several old women are sweeping the floor, the shops are opening one after another, children are stretching listlessly, and several readers with book baskets are hurriedly shuttling through the street, pursing their lips and saying nothing.

This feeling seems to have made him return to the small city of Wuling, go to the street early in the morning, and when he goes out from Zhou's house, he often sees such a scene.

He was startled and suddenly thought of the word "state of mind".

I wonder if this "state of mind" is the landscape in my mood, or is it because of my mood that the surrounding landscape has changed?

Isn't the struggle in the world just materialism and idealism? On the surface, the state of mind looks very simple, but when you think about it carefully, isn't it a very "idealistic" word?

As soon as he thought of this, the alarm suddenly rose in his heart.

Several aunts who sweep the streets, with ruthless colors on their faces.

The ordinary brooms all turned into spiritual weapons and golden pens, attacking and killing Tang Yu at an incredible speed.

Looking at their cultivation, all of them were half-stepping into the gods, and four or five people joined forces to strike, forming a complete saint's power field.

With a flawless blow, the five golden pens were completely integrated in Tang Yu's eyes, and the saint's field erupted, how dare Tang Yu underestimate it?

His golden pen swayed out, the speed of the pen, the momentum, the secret and the way of heaven and earth, and the sage field that stimulated, made this blow even more gorgeous.

"Boom!"

With a sound, Tang Yu felt a powerful force wrapping him, his heart sank, the strings in his hand were plucked, and the invisible score helped him tear the void and hide in the void crack.

He felt his figure reced, and a myriad of thoughts flooded through his mind.

This is an assassination, a long-planned assassination, this kind of assassination method is very common in the hidden killing building, and the people around here are only good hands cultivated in the hidden killing building.

Sure enough, with this thought, the lazy shopkeeper behind him was raised, and the dark ink blocked his back road.

And the scholar who was still in a hurry just now, the book basket in his hand had turned into various magic weapons and spiritual weapons, and almost at the same time, he rubbed his body and spilled into the thick ink.

Thick ink is attack, defense, and concealment.

Obviously, none of these killers have entered the gods, but all of them are half-gods, and their cultivation is much higher than that of the Agni and the Beacon Fire.

If they were really the cultivators of the Hidden Killing Building, they were all the top killers of the Hidden Killing Building.

With so many killers besieging him, even if he is a god-level powerhouse, he is afraid that he will not be able to escape.

Half-stepping into the gods and entering the gods are not the same concept, but they are proficient in the art of combined attacks, and with the seamless and coordinated blows of several people, there are almost no flaws in the stimulation of the saint's power field.

"Hey, hey!"

Tang Yu smiled coldly, and his figure rose into the air, he was naturally not an ordinary god-level powerhouse.

Condescendingly, he used his own tricks, the golden pen swept, and the golden light in the sky fell from the sky, all turning into sharp edges.

The saint's manpower field climbed to the extreme at this moment, Tang Yu's state of mind was traction, and his will to move forward bravely and never flinch seemed to be fully comprehended by these golden edges.

Space is no longer a constraint, the cracks in space are automatically opened, and the edge shuttles through it.

Several screams rang out, and several young scholars were directly killed by the beasts in the ink.

The ink was stirred by Tang Yu's golden pen like a cloud of wind, and was thrown behind him like a ball of marshmallows, and several women who were sweeping the floor were caught off their hands, and under the thick ink as a hood, the lazy child's magic weapon and the saint field it built moved to his companion without any gaps.

In the void, Tang Yu didn't look at the battle situation, directly tore the crack, and instantly returned to the small courtyard where he lived.

The mana in the courtyard fluctuated, but it was no longer what it was before.

The yard, which was originally spotless, turned white in the middle of nowhere.

Above the lobby, decorated with white sails, a coffin was placed straight in the main hall.

At the door next to the coffin, there was a white-haired old man with a sad face, Tang Yu only glanced at him, and his heart was shocked.

This is Sun Tengwen, the Great Song Taiwei I saw yesterday, what is going on in this mourning hall?

He fixed his eyes on the tablet on the mourning hall, which read: "The tablet of the love of Sun Ziwen......"

Tang Yu's head "boomed", and he felt that something was wrong, he understood, this was a bureau set up for himself, this bureau had been planned for a long time, and it could be called seamless.

Maybe since last night, no, from the moment I entered this city, this game has been laid out.

Countless doubts rolled in Tang Yu's mind, but at this time, he didn't have time to think about it.

Sun Tengwen roared angrily: "Good thief, you finally showed your fox tail and returned my son's life!"

He is old, but he is not old, on the contrary, for a cultivator, I am afraid that he is really in the prime of life.

His spiritual pen was like a living creature, and when the pen was in the air, he drew a huge circle, and this circle could wrap Tang Yu in it.

Sun Tengwen is known as "painting", and his style of painting is gongbi painting, which uses a magic brush, but it is a painting way.

How can it be ranked sixteenth on the list of gods, you can imagine how strong its combat power is.

You must know that Ji Sun Qianrou can only rank twenty-three, Tang Yu is still completely inferior in the face of Ji Sun Qianrou, let alone Sun Tengwen.

Looking at Sun Tengwen's move today, where is there still the conformist look of yesterday, as soon as he makes a move, it is a killing move, and the momentum is as fierce as a tide, which makes Tang Yu fall into a passive state in an instant.

However, Tang Yu was a strong man with a natural fighting type, and in the face of danger, all his thoughts were thrown away, and the anger rolling in his heart burned like a raging fire, stimulating his whole person to the peak.

Lao Tzu is unwilling to be a pawn!

Whoever makes me a pawn must be prepared to be killed by me!

He roared, and the magic pen was swayed, using the layout in the secret record of Lu Gong.

Lu Gong's secret records, many of which also involve the use of spells, and its more important is the layout, the means of arranging the formation.

After Tang Yu stepped into the gods, he repeatedly encountered dangers, and after each danger, he was blessed by misfortune, and he had a new understanding of the magic tricks and Lu Gong's secret records.

And today, in the face of such a crisis, the indomitable essence of his mind and the Warring States Sutra, the spells he naturally cast were more powerful than before.

"Boom!"

The spells of the two sides collided in the air, the sky exploded, and Tang Yu suffered.

However, in an instant, he tore through the void, rubbed himself up in an instant, and killed Sun Tengwen.

Sun Tengwen's eyes widened angrily, as if he didn't expect Tang Yu to be so strong, but the movements of his hands were so fast, and he almost didn't hesitate.

He has been immersed in painting for half a life, and he has been in the temple for a long time, and he has lived in the court for a long time, and he is in a high position as a captain, and he is not a problem to kill and kill.

His golden pen blades spread out, and one by one the pens exploded, turning into ten thousand pen strokes, and he immediately went down to Tang Yu.

Tang Yu had already prepared, his body shook slightly, and one person instantly turned into seven.

Seven identical Tang Yu surrounded Sun Tengwen in the middle, and didn't care about his killing moves at all, but attacked against attack...... (To be continued......)