How could Guiguzi have thought that the young man in front of him had such terrifying chess skills.

The ninety-eighth move, white made a brilliant move!

The young owner in front of him used the corner to make a robbery, and even if Guiguzi won the robbery, he had to move three moves in a row to eat all the white pieces.

Guiguzi's eyes darkened.

One of the strongest sons in the world, sweat appeared on his forehead at this time.

Jiang Taiyi's ninety-eighth hand, isn't this just a wonderful hand?

It's a ghost hand!

It's a fairy hand!

Let's go!

The next one of Guiguzi was difficult to fall for a long time, and the sweat even fell on the table, and there was a ticking sound.

But it was like a thunderbolt, and the people around him were extremely shocked.

The six-fingered black man looked at the sweat on Guiguzi's forehead in disbelief: "It's less than a hundred hands, the predecessors of Guigu are sweating, this young man ......"

The shopkeeper was even more dumbfounded.

He didn't expect his club's chess skills to be so strong.

But Bai Yu changed from the pity at the beginning to a more excited excitement, what did he see.

The leader of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period for 700 years, the contemporary Guiguzi, was killed by the owner of the wine shop when he was less than a hundred hands.

This was no less than the impact that the wooden sword broke Long Yuan brought to him.

Then he looked at the young proprietor who had his back to him.

Shocking swordsmanship, defeating the sword saint with one sword.

Now there is a shocking chess skill, killing the ghost valley with a hundred hands!

However.

They don't even know.

Jiang Taiyi actually doesn't know how to play chess at all, and he doesn't have any chess skills at all.

Under all the falls so far.

It's all the deduction and calculation of his Yuan Shen instinct, which is the most unskilled hand, so he can do it without stopping, but he can still connect with each other, make a game of Jackie Chan, and suppress Tianyuan......

Only his near-immortal primordial god could have such terrifying computing power.

Guiguzi also felt that he was not playing chess with a mortal, but with an immortal, which could almost be said to be a game against the sky.

Jiang Taiyi in front of him is Tiangong.

The avenue is ruthless and takes control of everything.

In the wine shop, it is getting late.

Guiguzi was upset when he was killed by Jiang Taiyi's "fairy hand", and then looked at the young man in front of him, he was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't understand at all, how could a person of such an age have such terrifying killing power.

The reason why he proposed to confront Jiang Taiyi in the form of a tattoo argument was nothing more than to suppress the offspring of the examination school who was suspected of being a "junior and disciple successor" from a field other than swordsmanship cultivation.

Don't want to.

He actually encountered an even more terrifying iron plate on this vertical and horizontal nineteen roads.

"Such an inhuman ability, perhaps, my junior brother is because of this, he does not hesitate to break the rules, but also ......"

Guiguzi's heart flashed.

However, in the face of Jiang Taiyi's immortal hand, he no longer had any room for rotation on the chessboard, so he had to lift the white chess with one hand and one hand.

Jiang Taiyi took advantage of this catastrophe to eat the lower right corner of the black and seal a black dragon.

Guiguzi looked at the black dragon he was surrounded by, and tried his best to trap the dragon and ascend to heaven and escape from prison.

However, when I looked up, I saw a white flower all around, like a heavy snow covering the sky.

Guiguzi pinched a sunspot in his hand, standing like a clay sculpture.

A son weighs a thousand pounds!

He couldn't fall on this son, he just felt that it was wrong to fall anywhere.

This is a long test.

It's just thinking about it until the night.

The guests in the restaurant are all gone.

In the store, only the shopkeeper was still busy with his buddies, cleaning up the tables and chairs, as well as the six-fingered black man and white feather who had not yet left.

Jiang Taiyi looked at Guiguzi, who was immersed in thinking about this game of chess, and guessed that for a while, the other party might not be able to fall behind this one, so he yawned and said:

"Come here today, sleep, and continue tomorrow."

Guiguzi turned a deaf ear, and only buried his head in thinking.

The six-fingered black man drank the three catties of Moutai wine alone, and at this time it was late at night, and he also had drunken eyes, but after all, he was a great master, and getting drunk and waking up only depended on his thoughts.

Holding an empty wine jar, he came to Guiguzi's side, patted the old man on the shoulder, and said:

"Ghost Valley seniors, I see that you can't finish this game of chess for a while, you have to stay in Handan City for a while, Yuan still has a lot of affairs, let's separate tonight, see you again in the future."

Guiguzi waved his hand and didn't speak, but his attitude was obvious, you go yours.

He still cares about his son's long exam.

If you want to break the game, you have to come out with a clever move, and this one must not be easily left behind.

After the six-fingered black man finished greeting Guiguzi, he turned to look at Jiang Taiyi, his eyes seemed to be drunk but not drunk, with a trace of trance, but he seemed to be completely clear, and sighed:

"Brother Jiang, before leaving, Yuan Mou had to say, I am shallow-eyed, I didn't see your mountain clearly, and I said goodbye."

Jiang Taiyi stretched out his hand to invite.

The six-fingered black man took one last look at Guiguzi in the chess game, shook his head and smiled, and he didn't know whether he was sighing or pitying Guiguzi.

I left the liquor store like this.

But in my heart, I sighed:

"The world is so big, there are such people."

Thinking that he is a giant of the Mo family in the Yuan Sect, he can rank in the top ten in the world, but he has to admit that in front of this young owner, he can't feel any self-confidence at all.

Even if he hasn't fought against Jiang Taiyi.

But such an idea was born inexplicably.

In front of this young man, he was completely seen through, but he didn't know anything about Jiang Taiyi, just like Confucius's evaluation of Lao Tzu's sentence "It is like a dragon", and his body is full of unknown and powerful.

The wooden sword breaks the dragon abyss.

Defeat the Ghost Valley.

Is there really such a person in the world?

So young, so powerful.

Is he still mortal?

Six-Fingered Black left with the admiration of a bystander.

Only Bai Yu was left in the store.

Jiang Taiyi then remembered the events of the day, glanced at Guiguzi, who was still thinking, poured himself a glass of water, rinsed his mouth gently, and said, "Anyway, what are you staring at my wine shop these days?" ”

Bai Yu came back to his senses from witnessing the two supreme games, and was finally asked the purpose, he couldn't help but bow his head and slowly responded:

"There's no malice, it's just that Juluhou and Gongzi have been sleeping and eating since the long street, and they are worried about ......"

"I guess I know."

Jiang Taiyi said slowly:

"You can help me bring them a message."

……

Handan City.

Several months have passed since the Battle of Changping.

Many families in Handan City have not yet come out of that sadness.

However, in a Zhumen embroidered household in the city, in the splendid mansion with the palace wall, there has been a song and swallow dance of the warbler.

There was a woman who turned her skirt during the banquet, dancing her sleeves into the wind, smiling and smiling, all with a sweet aroma, which made people want to peel it off.

She is the woman of the Winning Alien.

And the person sitting on the seat is the giant deer marquis of Zhao State, Zhao Mu.

He looked at the dancing sleeves at the banquet, and there was a perverted desire for possession in his eyes.

At this time, Bai Yu returned.

Zhao Mu's expression immediately became serious, he retreated, and asked, "How is it?" The owner ......"