Forget it, go straight to the road with your intuition. Han Liang walked straight to the third road, and after walking not far, his eyes suddenly opened up. He was facing the thin clouds of the high mountains, flowing water, bamboo forest, and there was a small pavilion next to the mountain, and a white-haired man was sitting at the bottom of the pavilion, but his face was cold and cold and could not be seen clearly in any case. I saw his slender fingers pick up a white chess piece and land it on the chessboard in front of him.

Han Liang was about to retreat, but found that there was no road behind him, only a stream, and on the opposite side of the stream was a dense forest, and from time to time there were cuckoos and other birds chirping. It doesn't feel like a mortal world, and it doesn't feel like a fairyland. So where is this?

"Since they're all here, don't leave in a hurry. The white-haired man in the pavilion didn't look back at Han Liang, but just focused on the chessboard in front of him, and Shiroko fell from between his slender fingers, and Kuroko was uncontrollable and automatic.

Han Liang looked at the white-haired man who was a hundred feet away from him, but he couldn't feel any of his cultivation. It was as if the white-haired man in front of him was just an ordinary man with no cultivation in the world. But it can't make people despise him.

The white-haired man in the pavilion suddenly paused in his hand, turned his face slightly to Han Liang and said, "Why haven't you come yet?"

The man's voice had an irresistible power, and the cold body walked uncontrollably in his direction.

Han Liang sat opposite the white-haired man, and the strange traction on his body finally disappeared, but in his heart, he trusted the man in front of him for no reason. This strange feeling made Chill feel very uncomfortable.

Han Liang didn't speak, but tried his best to see the white-haired man's face.

"You cleaned it up, but you're still disappointed in your performance. With Long Aotian teaching you, you are not much stronger than I was at the beginning. It seems that you are not serious about cultivating. The white-haired man's tone was light, without a trace of emotion.

It's all right. But what did he mean by that? Han Liang felt the white-haired man's gaze meet his own, and lowered his head a little embarrassed.

The white-haired man's gaze returned to the chessboard: "Fan Qian, she has hindered you, you are not suitable for this kind of woman, I will get rid of her." Anyway, if she is let out, she won't live for a few years. ”

"Senior, can you explain the reason for this?" asked Han Liang tentatively.

"In a few days, there will be an undercover agent of the Qi family in the Fan family, and he will kidnap Fan Qian and then escape. However, before escaping, you still seriously injured Fan Qian, and then your indifference led to Fan Qian's death. The white-haired man understated and didn't care.

Is it an immortal actor? Han Liang was a little surprised.

"It's not. These things are things that I have experienced. The white-haired man seemed to have a heart for the cold.

"Then can you tell me why I'm always dreaming when I encounter opportunities?" asked Han Liang.

"Dreaming?" the white-haired man gave him a funny look, "You think you're dreaming now?"

Seeing the white-haired man's slightly disdainful eyes, the cold blushed a little.

"Now it's your spirit here, not a dream. The white-haired man didn't seem bored with the boring conversation.

"How can I get out of here?"

"When all the inheritances have been opened, you can leave through the door of life and death. The white-haired man's face became a little strange as he watched the black chess go, "And my task is to try to keep you from inheriting." ”

This is a strange statement, the person opposite gives Han Liang a feeling of friend and foe, as if the other party is trying to control his life.

"You've got a lineage, so you can't go out and help other people. The white-haired man glanced at the cold who was about to leave, and said, "And I've been suppressing the difficulty around your strength. ”

"And what if they don't get it?" asked Cold.

The smile on the white-haired man's face became wider, as if he was teasing Hanliang, and said, "Guess." ”

The coldness couldn't pull the white-haired man, and he looked down at the chessboard boredly.

Suddenly, I found that from the beginning of the white son pressing on the black son step by step, it became the black son began to contain the white child, and there was a faint phenomenon of steady victory.

In the end, one black child eliminated five white seeds, and the white-haired man smiled helplessly, looked at Han Liang and said, "It seems that you have really made great progress." ”

Why did you say to me, I wasn't playing chess. Han Liang glanced at the white-haired man, but found that his appearance was getting more and more blurred, almost making Han Liang unable to see the outline of his face, and this scene was a little scary.

And Yuan Ming encountered a little trouble here.

Yuan Ming looked at the sea of magma and fire rolling under his feet a little helplessly, and sparks splashed on his body from time to time, but fortunately, Yuan Ming also paid attention to physical cultivation, leaving only a shallow burn mark.

He and Fan Qian separated after encountering a fork in the road, and now he wanted to retreat but couldn't do it, and the road behind him disappeared inexplicably, replaced by a reddish magma river.

Yuan Ming retracted his desire to retreat and looked at a shiny red stone table similar to an altar in front of him.

On the stone table is a crystal clear orange crystal, which is the most conspicuous thing here.

Yuan Ming carefully stepped on the stone floating above the magma step by step, but there was no danger along the way, except for the pain, nothing happened. This piece of magma is calm and makes people feel a little weird.

No matter what, it's death either horizontally or vertically anyway, Yuan Ming directly picked up the crystal block and took a closer look.

It's just pretty, but it's useless. Yuan Ming held the crystal a little disappointed, and unexpectedly found that there was no road before, and a passage suddenly appeared. Yuan Ming was overjoyed and ran over.

And on the chessboard in front of the white-haired man, Kuroko had clearly gained the upper hand, and he smiled slightly and said, "Here comes another one." Congratulations. ”

Before the cold could understand his meaning, as soon as he looked up, he saw Yuan Ming running this way with a gray face.

"What inheritance have you got?" Han Liang saw Yuan Ming's first words.

Yuan Ming was stunned and asked, "What inheritance?" I only got a stone. ”

As he spoke, he took out the orange crystal in his arms, which shimmered slightly red in the reflection of the daylight.

"This is the inheritance of the exercises, after you refine it, you are equivalent to having more than a dozen martial arts pavilions. The white-haired man didn't look back.

"What kind of realm are you, senior?" asked Yuan Ming curiously.

"I'm ashamed to say it, I'm Kukai Mie. When the white-haired man had finished answering, he stood up and walked away. It didn't take long to disappear from the eyes of the two.

Disappearing into the horizon in just a few steps, this is the speed of the Kukai master!

Chill was shocked, the speed he had always been proud of, and now he realized how ridiculous it was. In front of the empty sea realm, his speed was as slow and sluggish as a turtle.

Yuan Ming was also stunned, shocked for a long time, before he came to his senses, stared at the cold and said incredibly: "It turns out that this is the reason why you said that the outside world is like a cloud······"

Han Liang didn't speak. Eyes fell on the chessboard. In the very center of the chessboard, a sunspot has been shattered into dust. Does this mean that Fan Qian is dead?

Yuan Ming saw that Han Liang had been staring at the chessboard silently, and he also looked over.

"Have you seen Fan Qian?" asked Han Liang.

Yuan Ming immediately shook his head.

"What about my inheritance?!I haven't gotten it yet!" Han Liang suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that something was wrong. Where did he get the inheritance? He just hit two things that he hadn't encountered, and he didn't inherit them at all, okay?

Is this important? Yuan Tomorrow really looked at the cold.

Isn't it equivalent to running for nothing if you don't inherit yourself? Han Liang was a little speechless.

At this time, the originally harmonious and poetic surroundings were instantly engulfed in magma, and the sound of landslides and thunder was everywhere, and there were extraterrestrial meteors crashing into this area.

The sudden earth-shaking changes shook Yuan Ming and fell to the ground, and his cold body couldn't help shaking.

"En!" Yuan Ming's first thought was: "Maybe I forgot to close the door." ”

Han Liang couldn't cry or laugh a little, so he pulled Yuan Ming and ran away.

"There's a door there. Exactly the same door we came in······· Yuan Ming's head was dizzy by the roar, there were many stars spinning in front of him, and when he was dizzy, he saw a door.

"Huh?" Han Liang looked to the side, looking at the magma waves that kept surging around him, Han Liang didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and pulled Yuan Ming into the door of life and death. I only reacted after pulling it in, could this be the door of life and death that the white-haired man said?

Yuan Ming, who was dragging all kinds of meat and vegetables, looked around coldly, only to see a man who was almost integrated with the darkness standing in front of the exit, staring at Yuan Ming and Hanliang expressionlessly.

His eyes were hollow, and he looked very sad and lonely.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. The black-haired man spoke, his voice carrying a hoarse feeling of vicissitudes that did not belong to his appearance, "Now, please step forward one by one." ”

Han Liang put down Yuan Ming, but Yuan Ming was still a little groggy and leaned against the wall and was stunned.

Seeing Yuan Ming's appearance, Han Liang pushed him and said, "You first." ”

I saw the black-haired man take out a bag of chess pieces to these two people and said, "Now, there are the same number of black and white chess pieces in this bag." Draw a sunspot and live, and draw a white seed and die. "He pronounced the word 'death' very strongly, as if he had a lot of hatred for the white-haired man who was playing chess at the beginning.

"The red-eyed one, are you sure you don't want to come first?" The black-haired man skipped over Yuan Ming and shot his gaze straight at Han Liang.

"Why did you want me to come?" Han Liang asked rhetorically, glancing at him. He's not afraid of anything, he's just ····· That's what I wanted.

"Because you got his lifelong memories ·····" As the black-haired man spoke, his voice gradually lowered, and finally he couldn't hear it at all.

Yuan Ming glanced at the two of them, turned around and asked Han Liang: "Then I'll go first?"

Han Liang nodded, a little nervous in his heart. Kuroko, white sub. Which one will Yuan Ming draw? And that bag is completely incomprehensible with his own divine sense.