Compared with the audience's intimidation under Murong Xiu's high demeanor and noble sentiments, Xin Zhuo's mentality is very stable.

He felt that this Murong Gongzi was a little weird, his blood was luxuriant, but if there was nothing, his realm was very high, a little higher than himself, and he looked like a seventh grade, but it seemed to be very empty.

This kind of person doesn't know whether he is strong or weak, but things have developed according to the bad side he envisioned - broken jars and broken pieces, unwilling to give in.

If it is not done well, it will cause a chain reaction of people under the peak and a collective boycott.

So this battle, to be fought, must be fought.

After thinking about it for ten breaths, he decided to try it out: "Yes, if you lose, Miss Su's criminal law will add ten more articles!"

There was a sudden agitation under the peak.

Murong Gongzi was very calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes!"

Then the body is like a shock, the brocade robe flutters, stabbing out a sword, such as the Milky Way backwards, the practice of hanging in the air, the crisp sword roar, like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, deafening.

The air swirled around him, and the piercing sword qi rushed straight in all directions.

One person and one sword, going sideways, fascinating!

"A sword sweeps the sky!"

"Good!"

A tsunami of mountains under the peak.

Xin Zhuo's mind was a little uncertain, he couldn't understand what kind of ghost swordsmanship this thing was, how could the sword qi still be released?

Now the arrow has to be sent.

"Messy and inscrutable dog-like knife technique!"

He also reported the move, holding the knife in his right hand, performing the light skill of "volley dance", facing the sword, and slashing horizontally.

One side of the sackcloth, rotten knife, broken name, ugly action!

A brocade robe, a famous sword, amazing, beautiful posture!

The contrast is stark!

Everyone's eyes followed the two figures.

"Dang!"

The piercing sound of weapons colliding resounded in all directions.

Xin Zhuo landed heavily and took three steps back, and the Mai on his body had been cut through more than a dozen large and small cracks.

On the other hand, Murong Xiu's brocade clothes fluttered, like a rag, flying upside down, and when he was in mid-air, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, the sword fell, his hair was messy, and his demeanor was lost all of a sudden.

"Bang!"

Falling down the stairs, sliding down the steps face down and down again, indescribably embarrassed.

The audience was as quiet as death!

People with and without eyes can see that it was Murong Gongzi who was defeated!

In the second seven-grade realm, the famous son of the Quartet lost so miserably!

Xin Zhuo's little thief, with the eighth grade realm, defeated the second seventh grade by leaping the level, how simple is he to win?

This kind of situation is really unacceptable how much you start beautifully, and how hard you are beaten.

And Su Miaojin, who was watching, the look that rose in his originally lost eyes disappeared little by little again.

"The might of the great master!"

Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxian and others, who realized it later, raised their arms and shouted, and they couldn't hide the smugness on their faces.

Xin Zhuo slashed his sword, his eyebrows frowned slightly, this Murong Xiu is still quite strong, his realm is one order higher, and he can be said to be unscathed under his mutated knife technique, the key is that he can release sword qi, which is equivalent to a main sword with a group of small sword buffs, after traveling for so long, it is the first time I have seen it, if the other party is stronger, the defeat may be himself!

And at the foot of the peak, seeing Murong Xiu lying on the ground in a large shape with a bald descending from the steps, everyone hurriedly stepped forward: "Murong Gongzi, are you okay?"

Murong Xiu waved his hand to stop approaching, got up elegantly, calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and still had a warm smile on his face: "As you said, this thief is indeed very strong, I have to admit that he is a capable person, but he is not very capable, he must be under me in terms of martial arts, and let me go up again!"

As he spoke, he walked up the stairs again as if nothing had happened.

When he arrived at the peak, he smiled gently: "I'm here again, under Murong Xiu, Murong Xiu, who is like a jade!"

Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose: "Miss Su Miaojin's criminal law has accumulated twenty-two articles, are you sure to try again?" If you lose on another try, you have to add ten! ”

"It's okay to have just ten rules!" Murong Xiu waved his sleeves, calmly.

Of course you are fine, it is not you who is being tortured, Su Miaojin was short of breath for a while, and simply closed his eyes.

Xin Zhuo smiled: "Good!"

Murong Xiu said calmly: "However, this time I won't test the force!"

"What's that for?" Xin Zhuo was surprised.

"Talk to each other! I won, erase all the torture of Miss Su! ”

"Hand talk? Go? I don't have it here! ”

"I have!"

Murong Xiu waved his hand, and the beautiful maid in Tsing Yi under the mountain twisted her waist and brought a large game of chess.

"Big boss!" Cui Ying'er and the others looked at Xin Zhuo.

Go is something that only a scholar can play, where can a bandit? I've never heard of a big boss playing Go, which is somewhat bullying.

Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop it, he also had a little competitiveness, in his previous life, he was pressed on the ground by the park uncle and the teacher to rub and beat all kinds of Go skills, more than the upper than the bottom, I don't know how the skills of the people here are, the hands are itchy and unbearable, horizontal and vertical immortal, Su Miaojin is in his own hands, if he loses, he will play tricks, I am a thief, what am I afraid of?

"Come on!"

"Refreshing!"

The chessboard was placed on the ground, and the two sat cross-legged, Xin Zhuo held the black, and Murong Xiu held the white.

Shiroko goes first.

For a while, there was silence all around, and it was all the snapping sound of the chessboard falling.

At the foot of the peak, the people who have achieved light work have climbed the big tree and watched from a high level, while those who do not know how to do light kung fu can only stretch their necks on tiptoe, trying to see a clue from the body language and movements of the two.

On the peak, Cui Ying'er and the five people looked surprised, why didn't the big boss refuse to come today? Just look around the chessboard, you can't understand, and at most you can tell whose piece is good-looking.

Even Su Miaojin, who was forced to the neck by a knife, opened her eyes and watched intently, hand talk is the most common casual game among nobles, and she is also a master among close friends.

But when I looked at it, I felt that it was wrong, Murong Xiu was a master. And Xin Zhuo does know how to play, but he is a good move, but ...... There's always a hint of weirdness.

After two sticks of incense.

"Dragon Slayer! You've lost! ”

Xin Zhuo put down the last one.

Su Miaojin sighed softly, the gap was too big, Xin Zhuo's chess skills were the same as his martial arts, it was very strange, looking at five before and then six, always laying out the layout in unexpected places, but Murong Xiu looked ahead and backward and fell behind.

I added ten more to my own torture, thirty-two!

"Impossible, impossible...... What the hell are you going to do......"

Murong Xiu's elegance was gone, holding a chess piece, his eyes wandering, and beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Xin Zhuo was silent, I am the wild way of playing in the park.

Murong Xiu's forehead was sweating more and more, and after a long time, he regained his composure, smiled lightly, and pushed the chess pieces: "Your chess skills are so-so, you still need to be careful, why don't we ...... again"

The dense crowd under the peak was in an uproar in an instant, is this a loss?

Xin Zhuo simply interrupted and refused: "Time is limited, only one game!"

"Ah, that's ......"

Murong Xiu was not annoyed, he looked at the sun as if he had unintentionally, got up and stretched his waist elegantly: "In that case, let's have another one, compared to twenty tortures, I lost, Miss Su added twenty more, and if she wins, she will erase them all, dare or not?"

The black crowd under the peak was quiet again, and many people's faces had changed from nervous excitement to confusion and entanglement.

Su Miaojin's chest rose and fell again, and her silver teeth clenched.

Xin Zhuo also opened his mind: "It's not a big problem, what to play, let's say?"

"Chess! You will never lose in the next place! ”

"Nope!"

"I have!"

Murong Xiu clapped his hands, and another white-clothed beautiful girl, with her waist twisting, smiling skillfully holding the chessboard to the peak.