These three figures by the Shangshan Pond loom in the water vapor, and they can't be seen really.

Ye Feng approached and looked carefully, but it turned out that two people were sitting upright and playing against each other, and one was standing aside to watch the battle.

One of the two people playing against each other was a majestic old Taoist priest with gray hair and wrinkled face, and he couldn't tell how old he was.

His hair was haphazardly coiled up on his head, hastily tied into a bun, and he looked a little messy. The robe on his body was worn and worn, patches were stacked on top of each other, and more importantly, it was very dirty, and at first glance, he knew that he had not been washed for a long time, and the neckline was also a layer of black dirt, which looked very sloppy.

And the opponent sitting opposite him, although his figure is not as tall as him, he is dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, with bright and dazzling colors, and looks very noble.

What's more, although his beard and hair are all white, they are rooted in a halberd, and they have obviously been carefully cleaned up, with two white eyebrows inserted straight into his temples, and the whole person looks not angry and arrogant, but very imposing.

Looking at the people standing on the sidelines watching the battle, Ye Feng knew that it was Nanshan Qi, who had been seriously injured by the East China Sea fishing in Lanzhou City to save him.

At this moment, Nanshan Qi's face was ruddy, his hands were white, he was watching chess with his head down, and he didn't look like he was injured at all, and it seemed that his internal injuries had completely healed.

Ye Feng was overjoyed in his heart, it seemed that Mo Qizhong and the master were quite respected, this "master" who lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain really had some ability, and even such a serious internal injury suffered by Nanshan Qi could be healed so quickly, which really had to be admired.

He couldn't help but look at the two people who were playing again, and secretly guessed in his heart, I don't know if there is a master among the two of them?

The sloppy old man stared at the chessboard, about the upper hand above the chess game, with a calm smile on his face, without thinking, and fell like flying.

On the contrary, although the old man in gorgeous clothes stared at the chessboard with his eyes, there was a restless look on his face, and every time he fell, he had to think about it for a long time, and the hand of the fallen son was as heavy and slow as a thousand pounds, and the situation must have been very bad for him.

Ye Feng secretly calculated in his heart that this old man in gorgeous clothes was extraordinary, and compared to the sloppy old man opposite, he was more like a stranger with unique skills.

Maybe the master asked him to go up to Zhongnan Mountain to see the master, who is this old man in gorgeous clothes?

Ye Feng took a step forward and was about to step forward.

His body had just moved, and Nanshan Qi, who had been quietly courteous to the side, suddenly raised his head at this time, looked at Ye Feng with both eyes, and slowly shook his head silently.

This is clearly to tell him not to come over.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment and stopped.

Nanshan Qi saw him stop, so he continued to lower his head and watch the chess game intently, ignoring him again.

Ye Feng felt a little strange in his heart, but after he observed it carefully, he couldn't help but be taken aback!

He found that although the two people playing against him looked calm and had nothing out of the ordinary, Nanshan Qi, who was standing on the side, had a serious expression, his clothes were faintly bulging, and he was hunting, and it seemed that he was transporting his internal strength to resist something!

Ye Feng took a closer look, and around the two people sitting in the game, the flowers and trees seemed to be pushed around by an invisible hand, an invisible force, and they were all bent down and hung low.

As the two of them staggered black and white fell, the low-hanging flowers and trees around them all produced a slight tremor, as if echoing the movements of the two people who were playing against each other.

What's going on?

Ye Feng looked at the situation in front of him in surprise, completely incomprehensible.

At this point, the situation in the field changed a little.

The sloppy old man is still smiling calmly, and the fall is still like flying, obviously the advantage remains the same.

And the old man in gorgeous clothes became more restless, falling more slowly, and occasionally in his mouth

There was a loud shout, as if he had exerted all his strength.

And Nanshan Qi, who was standing on their side and watching the chess, his face became a little ugly at this time, his face was solemn, his whole body was bulging, and even his beard was fluttering in the thunder, and he seemed to have tried his best to resist some strength.

But even though he had exhausted all his strength, his body still seemed to be pushed outward by a huge force, one step, two steps, and involuntarily slowly retreated.

At this time, even Ye Feng could see that the sloppy old man and the old man in Huayi who were playing against each other were clearly two extremely powerful masters, on the surface they were playing chess, but they were actually competing with extremely high and profound internal strength, and it seemed that this sloppy old man obviously had the upper hand.

It is precisely because the internal force between them is rushing against each other that the flowers and trees around them, including the Nanshan Chess standing on the side, are pushed outward by the invisible force.

Who exactly are these two?

It seems that Nanshan Qi is no opponent in front of them, he is already a legendary figure in the martial arts, and his battle with Donghai Yu in Lanzhou City even refreshed Ye Feng's understanding of the realm of martial arts.

However, now, in front of these two people in the game, he is like a toddler baby, and the martial arts of these two people are too much higher than him.

Who could these two be?

Ye Feng was stunned, it was incredible that his martial arts could be higher than so many characters like Nanshan Chess!

Maybe Nanshan Chess has not recovered from a serious injury, and its strength has been reduced?

But looking at Nanshan Qi's all-out appearance, Ye Feng also knew in his heart that this possibility was really minimal.

These two people are undoubtedly the real peerless masters!

Ye Feng felt extremely shocked in his heart, it turned out that martial arts cultivation could reach such a realm!

He was amazed when the situation on the field changed again.

The old man in gorgeous clothes turned redder and redder, faintly purple, and his muscles burst out, and he suddenly shouted: "I lost!"

After speaking, he slapped his palm towards the chessboard in front of him.

It seems that he has used all his strength in this palm, with his martial arts, this palm down, this wooden chessboard has not been slapped by him as powder?

With a "snap", his palm fell heavily on the chessboard.

But nothing happened.

The board didn't become powder, it didn't fall apart, it didn't even jump.

Only then did Ye Feng notice that the two fingers of the sloppy old man were on the edge of the chessboard at this time.

Lao Dao smiled and smiled at the old man in Huayi: "Victory and defeat are common things, Lao Dao'er is just lucky, lucky to win." The so-called people are not as good as heaven, everything has the will of heaven, why should the benefactor pay too much attention to the victory or defeat of the moment?"

The old man in Chinese clothes looked at the sloppy old man, his face was full of unconvinced, but there was some helplessness.

He slowly stood up.

Strange to say, when he got together, the invisible force around him seemed to suddenly disappear, the flowers and trees all straightened up again, and Nanshan Qi on the side also breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed.

The old man in Huayi said coldly to the sloppy old man: "In terms of martial arts and chess, I am indeed not as good as you now, but sooner or later one day I will definitely surpass you, I just hope you can live until that time." ”

Ye Feng frowned when he heard this, there was no politeness in his words, it was simply a naked threat, this old Taoist martial arts was so powerful, how could he endure such an insult?

But Lao Dao endured it.

Lao Dao looked at the old man in Huayi, and said with a smile: "The donor is right, and Lao Dao'er also believes that there will be a day." ”

There was not a trace of fluctuation in his mood, and there was no trace of resentment, as if what the old man in gorgeous clothes said had nothing to do with him.

The old man in Huayi suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ye Feng at this time, there was something strange in his eyes, he couldn't tell what it was, but seeing it made people feel frightened, Ye Feng couldn't help but shudder.

The old man in Huayi continued: "Since I lost to you, this kid will stay with you, but sooner or later he will still fall into my hands." ”

Ye Feng shuddered again.

Hearing this, this old man in gorgeous clothes actually came here for himself? Moreover, listening to the meaning of his words, the person who came was not good?

But he didn't know him at all, so why did he come to deal with him?

Thinking that such a terrifying character would be his enemy, Ye Feng really felt a little frightened in his heart.

His martial arts are probably far above the fifth floor of the master's demon sword demon!

However, from his words just now, it seems that this even more shocking sloppy old man saved himself just now.

Who is he, and why should he help himself?

Ye Feng felt that the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Thinking that he judged people by his appearance just now, and guessed that this old man in gorgeous clothes might be the master he came to see this time, but he didn't expect that on the contrary, Ye Feng felt a trace of shame in his heart.

After the old man in gorgeous clothes finished speaking, he didn't pay any attention to the reactions of the others, his body moved, leaped up, and went down the mountain like lightning, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng watched him disappear, looked back at the sloppy old man, didn't know whether he should move or not, and stood in place in a daze, not knowing what to do.

The sloppy old man still had that faint smile, looked at Ye Feng who was standing stupidly, and looked at him carefully.

The old man's eyes are different from the old man in Chinese clothes, there seems to be kindness and care in them, and there is even some curiosity, and his eye contact makes people feel very comfortable, without the chilling things in the eyes of the old man in Chinese clothes.

He looked at Ye Feng carefully, then turned to Nanshan Qi and asked, "This little friend is the person you are talking about?"

Nanshan Qi seemed to have a lot of respect for this sloppy old man, and replied with his head down: "Back to the seniors, it is this son." ”

The sloppy old man nodded, looked at Ye Feng and said with a happy face: "Sure enough, he is the chosen one, and he is talented." Not bad, not bad. ”

Ye Feng didn't understand what they were talking about, and he was strange for a while.

What he felt even more strange was that Nanshan Qi actually called this sloppy old Taoist "senior", could it be that this gray-haired old Taoist was much older than him?

Lao Dao turned back to Nanshan Qi and said, "You go back first, let me have a good talk with this little friend." ”

Nanshan replied respectfully, "Yes!"

When he turned around, he disappeared into the forest next to the mountain road and disappeared.

Seeing that Nanshan Qi, the only one he knew, suddenly left, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.

When he looked up, he saw the sloppy old man in front of him looking at him with a smile.

He was a little embarrassed and gave a deep salute: "Thank you seniors for your help just now, I don't know the seniors' surnames." ”

There was a bit of sarcasm in Lao Dao's smile: "You know my disciples and grandchildren, but you still don't know who I am?"

Disciples and grandchildren?

Ye Feng looked at the sloppy old dao in front of him and was inexplicably surprised, since he knew the disciples and grandchildren, then this old dao must be a very old person at the patriarch level.

A sloppy old Taoist, even Nanshan Chess is called a "senior", with a shocking martial arts......

Gradually, a name suddenly flashed in Ye Feng's mind!

Could it be him?