There are many ways to gamble, from two ants fighting, to fighting crickets, cockfights, dogfights, and then to rolling dice, throwing pots, pai gow, six games and so on in authentic gambling houses.

Uncle Yang Huaizhong, who was born in the family of a certain generation of elders in Zilin Peak and has been gambling all his life, took Xin Zhuo's first big gamble.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of disciples of various peaks and the entire Black Valley, Uncle Yang had reason to feel that it was not too appropriate for two people to lie on the ground and fight crickets, and to roll dice and pai gow would inevitably lose elegance and not be heroic enough, so with a wave of his hand, he decided to play a game of Go with Xin Zhuo!

Go players are rotten Ke Ye, that is, elegant and elegant without losing a gamble!

One game is a win or loser!

Xin Zhuo readily agreed.

Of course, this game of Go is not a small chessboard, but a chessboard of heaven and earth, a boulder covering an area of three acres, carved with a sword in nineteen vertical and horizontal ways, and three hundred and sixty-one sons are crystal clear black and white jade.

At this moment, the two of them are standing facing east and west, surrounded by dense onlookers of disciples and elders of various peaks, this group of professional cultivators, with a long lifespan, can generally live for nearly two hundred years, and there are naturally not a few people who know the way of chess, and they have all played with twelve points of spirit, one is to witness the gambling ghost Uncle Yang's sky-beating chess skills, and the other is to watch how Xin Zhuo wins or loses.

The cold wind blew from the abyss of the sea of clouds not far away, blowing Uncle Yang's messy long hair and pulped robe, he squinted his eyes, and in a calm and calm voice, as if recounting his unruly life:

"Life is like chess, chess is like life, fame and fortune are like paper light, the world is like a new chess game, and you have to worry about it, in this competition, my nephew, I won't keep my hands, you need to be careful!"

Xin Zhuo didn't have any expression on his face, but he was also aroused in his heart, and sighed lightly: "Yes, life is like chess, Uncle Yang, I don't play chess, you have to be careful!"

In the crowd not far away, Jiang Yuwei, the first beauty of Baimiao Peak, had been staring at Xin Zhuo, her eyes were inexplicably red at the moment, she didn't know what Xin Zhuo's words meant, she just felt sentimental, and looked at the female disciple next to her with an inexplicable face.

And Uncle Yang listened to Xin Zhuo's words, and felt that it seemed to be slightly higher than his own, this is not okay, he couldn't help but look up at the sky, with a little loneliness on his face: "The world is vast, rolling red dust, my heart is ......"

"Don't worry, let's play chess!"

Xindra interrupted cleanly. You are a rotten gambler hiding in a corner, and the big truth you say is not worth much.

Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment, nodded, and simply said, "Okay!"

waved his hand to slap out a rich anode gas, wrapped in a black spot, and "snapped" and fell into the chess game.

The five fingers of Xin Zhuo's right hand swayed, and the extreme yang qi became even more majestic, wrapping up a white piece and falling.

The words black and white fell one after another, and the eyes of the people who watched and understood chess around them could not take their eyes off it.

And the duel scene between the two was also sent to the Xuantian Hall of Xuantian Peak and the Sword Monarch Hall of Lingjian Peak one after another, and they were reviewed and observed.

"No wonder Yang Huaizhong would choose rotten Ke chess, this Yang junior brother is a monkey spirit, he doesn't dare to underestimate Xin Zhuo, his chess is his best gambling method!"

Chu Daguo, the peak master of Heqing Peak, who prides himself on being a wise man, got up and looked at the two-person chess game floating in the air in the main hall to review, and looked at everyone: "You can see, who is the chess path of Senior Brother Yang from?"

Yuzhu frowned and said: "Cut close, jump fast, look at the overall situation, weird and unpredictable, the chess ghost Du Ruqing three thousand years ago!"

Song Tianxing asked, "So, how is Xin Zhuo?"

He didn't quite understand.

Chu Daguo thought for a moment and shook his head: "Obviously, it will be done, but it is not in order, there is no guidance from a famous teacher, if you want to win the holy hand, I am afraid that it will be very difficult!"

Li Hanzhu said: "Since it is difficult to win a game, this makes people wonder what Xin Zhuo is going to do."

Yu Zhuji sneered: "No matter what plan he makes, if he loses this game completely, his plan will be disappointed, after all, he can't do anything if he loses!"

……

"What the hell did Xin Zhuo play? Although the old man doesn't know how to play, he can also see that he is not as good as Yang Lao Ghost! ”

The third elder of Lingjian Peak, Ma Feng, looked at the review in front of him, his brows were tightly locked, and he sighed.

The fourth elder Sang Tu looked at the review, and also shook his head and said: "The old man doesn't understand Xin Zhuo's thoughts, he has good talent, good combat power, and he is already a personal elite."

But with all the kinds of things in the Black Valley, he can't do it all, right? How can he win, and what if he wins? ”

Saying that, he looked at Liu Qingfeng: "Senior brother, I feel that Xin Zhuo is going to lose!"

"I can't lose, his chess skills have won my ......"

Liu Qingfeng said this, coughing lightly, in fact, he had never played bad chess in his life.

……

"Xin Zhuo's sticking technique is remarkable, and it perfectly destroys Uncle Yang's layout, but it ...... That's not enough! ”

In the cliff cave five miles away from the Black Valley, Shen Huansha and Bai Zong's eight people also reviewed the ground with stones.

"Xin Zhuo has no hope of winning, and losing, maybe only in an instant!"

Ye Liang shook his head, looked at the chess game in the distance with his hands behind his back, suddenly widened his eyes, and exclaimed, "This is okay?"

Shen Huansha and Bai Zong looked at it together, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

……

In the Xuantian Palace, a group of high-ranking sect leaders were waiting for the news of Xin Zhuo's defeat.

"Master, uncles!"

The three disciples who were transmitting the news of the game at all times suddenly broke in in embarrassment, and said with a short breath: "One hand of God, the son of the lore!"

"Sure enough, Xin Zhuo lost!"

Yu Zhuji chuckled and said: "It is not easy to lose in the hands of the chess ghost heir, at his age, and persist for such a long time!"

"No, it's not Xinzhuo......"

A disciple took a breath, "It was Uncle Yang who lost, Xin Zhuo first changed the pattern of the two sides with one god, and it was another one-son kill, and Uncle Yang was defeated!" ”

The smile on Yu Zhuji's face disappeared, and Song Tianxing, Li Hanzhu and Chu Daguo were stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Quickly review!"

The three messenger disciples immediately returned to the hands of the gods.

A group of peak masters and elders couldn't help but fall silent when they saw it, Xin Zhuo is not bad at chess, this kid has taken one step and looked at ten steps, and has been laying out, setting Yang Huaizhong, since Yang Huaizhong fell the first son, he was calculated to death, and the last son reversed the situation, which can be called the hand of God.

The three disciples reviewed the last son.

The peak masters and elders were completely silent.

What is this kid's brain, so proficient in everything?

……

"Oops!"

In the Sword Monarch Hall of Sword Peak, a group of elders couldn't help but be stunned as they watched the complete chess game.

"Is this okay? This Sindra ......"

Sang Tumeng looked at Liu Qingfeng, "He's playing Senior Brother Yang?" ”

Senior Lady Chu Siniang covered her mouth and chuckled: "Xin Zhuo, this little guy is too bad, Senior Brother Yang's mentality is about to collapse!"

"Don't panic! Small scenes! ”

Liu Qingfeng closed his eyes, "I already know the ending!" ”

"Pit ......" Bai Jiansan and Su Liuli lowered their heads and endured very hard.

……

Black Valley, the scene of the chess game.

The disciples who were watching from all directions were also in a state of confusion, looking at the chess game deadly, silent, they were really stopped by Xin Zhuo's backhand!

"Whew-"

Yang Huaizhong's eyes were blood-red, his long hair was flying, he looked crazy, and he gritted his teeth, "Impossible, what rank am I, and what rank are you?" How did you do that? I'm not convinced, come again! ”

"Uncle Yang, your heart is already messed up, even if you play ten more games, you can't win, I said, you play chess, just win or lose one game, I played...... It's not chess! ”

I'm playing the heir to the master, it's my Xin Zhuo's hellish life, your wins and losses are just wins and losses, my wins and losses are the dignity of equal dialogue with those people who are in the realm and playing games!

I was abused and played countless chess games in my previous life, and I have ten times the computing power in this life!

Xin Zhuo bowed and turned to leave.

Thousands of onlookers silently looked at his back, and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be playing chess, he was playing the entire sect.

Uncle Yang, you didn't lose unjustly!

There was a wind blowing, Xin Zhuo's long hair in the distance was flying, his voice was loud, and he smiled freely:

"Song Da offers, wine comes!"