, Sima Qianjun, ninety-nine consecutive victories!"

Ninety-nine consecutive victories? The Quartet was in an uproar.

A hundred consecutive victories seem to be very easy, but it is extremely difficult to do, after all, those who can participate in the chess soul competition are not mediocre talents, and the ten endgames have been selected to be real chess masters.

Sima Qianjun and Sima Zhongshan chewed on the name.

"Bastard, didn't you say you could win? Why did you lose?" a woman's shout came from the crowd.

The woman was visibly annoyed.

"County Lord, Master Sima's chess skills have entered the artistic conception, and his subordinates are not as good as him!" a man's complaining voice came from inside.

"What use do I want from you? You said that you are good at chess, and I specially asked the Holy King to give you a middle, heaven and earth karma position, what is the use of me raising you? What is the use of me asking for a doorman like you? I'm angry, I'm angry!" came the woman's angry voice from inside.

At this time, Zhong Shan also squeezed into the crowd and saw the so-called county lord.

It was a stunning woman in a fiery red shirt, no, a stunning woman, with a pair of foxy eyes, foxy lips, foxy ears, and a foxy nose. The moment he looked at her face, Zhong Shan put a noun on her in his heart, fox spirit,.

Among the people Zhong Shan knows, the only one who may be able to compare with her is Nu Qinghui.

Absolute disaster to the country and the people, absolute allure to the country and the city, absolute fox charm.

is so beautiful that a group of sanctimonious chess players here, many of whom have been hooked by her, all staring at the red-shirted woman.

In the country of Qingqiu, there are many fox spirits, beautiful women, and handsome men, but none of them can compare with her.

The look in the eyes of these sanctimonious chess players is the best illustration of this.

"County Lord, you can't blame me" Lord Sima has reached the "artistic conception" and his subordinates are no match at all!" a man in Tsing Yi said with a depressed face.

"What did you say to me before? Be the first guest in my house?

The man didn't dare to say any more, and fled in a panic.

"I'm so angry!" said the county lord with a spicy waist.

However, even if it is spicy, it is also a beautiful pleasure to exhibit on this beautiful and charming woman. A smile and a smile have evoked people's infinite reverie.

On the other side of the chessboard, there was an incomparably handsome man sitting at the moment.

The man had long cyan hair, a flash of smugness in his eyes, and at the same time looked at the county lord in front of him with a faint sense of possessiveness. This person should be Sima Qianjun who was chanted by the crowd just now.

"Nine-tailed County Lord, you're not a good guest, aren't you?" Sima Qianjun said with a faint evil smile.

"Hmph, don't be complacent too early, there are still many people in Qingqiu who have reached the artistic conception. The Nine-Tails County Lord said coldly.

"But I'll be able to kill a hundred people in no time. I'm qualified to enter the sea of smoke soon, and you, the Nine-Tails County Lord's Mansion, are not qualified to go!" Sima Qianjun struck.

In Sima Qianjun's view, women can't please all the time, and they need to strike appropriately to show their strength. to conquer women. Sima Qianjun had long been eyeing this thorny superlative huā in Qingqiu. At the same time, I made up my mind to take down this huā. is so charming, even in Qingqiu, you can't find a second one.

"You, you haven't won a hundred games in a row, so don't show it off in front of me again!" said the Nine-Tails Lord hatefully.

"That's not easy, who else is coming?" Sima Ganjun immediately looked at everyone.

Artistic conception, Sima Qianjun reached the artistic conception of the chess road, "Who dares to come? 100 consecutive wins, that is as difficult as the sky, each chess player looks at their folded cards, but does not want to be cleared."

Fight against the master of artistic conception, purely looking for death.

"Dead people, is anyone else coming?" said Sima Qianjun's eyes.

The chess players retreated to the rear, who will come? The real peerless masters have already obtained the qualification decades ago. Who will delay until now? Only Sima Qianjun has just realized the artistic conception, and it will not be long before he has killed the four responsibilities until now.

"If no one comes, I'll order, whoever I order, whoever I click must come and follow me, otherwise, you know how powerful my Sima Qianjun is!" Sima Qianjun said in a deep voice.

The chess players were depressed for a while and wanted to retreat.

"No one is allowed to leave!" Sima Qianjun shouted.

All the chess players paused, and at the same time secretly shouted bad luck in their hearts. Sima Qianjun: "An important young master of the Sima family, who dares to offend?"

While everyone was nervous," suddenly a voice came from the crowd.

"Sima Qianjun?" Zhong Shan said lightly.

"Who?" Sima Qianjun's eyes were cold.

"I'll meet you!" Zhong Shan stepped out.

Seeing someone come out, a group of chess players gave way one after another and let Zhong Shan go, which was great, finally a bird.

The Nine-Tails County Lord also looked at Zhong Shan in surprise.

"Who are you?" said Sima Qianjun lightly.

"The one who wins you!" Zhong Shan said directly.

"Win him. The Nine-Tails County Lord immediately shouted.

Crack, what a big breath, I'm not afraid to flash my tongue!" Sima Qianjun said coldly.

"Flash your tongue or not, it's not up to you to decide. Zhong Shan shook his head and walked up. Zhong Shan is very calm, everyone feels that Zhong Shan is very calm, but is it useful to be calm? Wasn't the chess player just now also very calm, wasn't he also defeated by Sima Qianjun?

Artistic conception, that is the legendary realm of chess. Those who have reached the artistic conception of everything have all embarked on the pinnacle of chess. Zhong Shan sat down, glanced at the Go on the table, and his eyes flashed, indeed, Sima Qianjun in front of him was a powerful character.

However, it is precisely because of this powerful character that it feels more like abuse.

"Since you're looking for death, then come!" Sima Qianjun sneered.

Sima Qianjun put his folded card in the groove of the chess table, and the word "ninety-nine, two" slowly popped out on the chess table. Zhong Shan put the folded card in the groove, and a word also appeared on the chess table, and when he saw this word, he was dumbfounded almost all the days.

Zero!

Is it so exaggerated? Everyone drew a tragic equal sign for Zhongshan in their hearts.

The nine-tailed county lord on the side was also annoyed, but when he looked at Sima Qianjun, he was very resentful, so angry that he had to see him fail.

Sima Qianjun waved his sleeves, and the chess pieces on the chess table were divided into two sides, Sima Ce held white, and Zhong Shan held black.

"Zero?" hahaha, "Just because you also want to fight against Young Master Ben, I'll let you go first!" Sima Qianjun said disdainfully.

"Then it's disrespectful!" Zhong Shan did not shirk.

The umbrella finger and middle finger pinched a sunspot and slapped it very solemnly on the chessboard.

"Smack!"

"Almost everyone is stunned.

"Tian Yuan, he fell into Tian Yuan?" a chess player suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone looked, and sure enough, Zhong Shan's first son fell in the center of the chessboard, the unique star in the center.

"Why did he fall to Tian Yuan in the first place?

"The first son lined up the troops" but the first son fell on Tian Yuan and was abolished, will he play chess?"

"Crazy, crazy, no one has ever dared to fall on Tian Yuan first, his head is broken. He's going to lose!"

A group of chess players chattered about Zhong Shan, but Zhong Shan stood still.

"Tian Yuan, are you deliberately letting me?" or do you admit that you are defeated?" Sima Qianjun sneered.

"I will fall into the son, and the first son will be Tianyuan!" Zhong Shan said in a deep voice.

This is a fact, Zhong Shan and Nangong Sheng played against each other, "Zhong Shan's first son has never fallen to Tianyuan, the most central star point on the chessboard. The first son never falls behind the others.

Because Zhong Shan plays chess differently from others, Zhong Shan plays imperial chess, "imperial chess, the first son is called, king in the world,.

Where the heavens are, the first son will fall.

Hmph, since you are looking for death, then it's no wonder to me!" Sima Qianjun sneered.

"Smack!" Sima Qianjun fell.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

The two fell on each other, "But everyone is not optimistic about Zhong Shan, because Zhong Shan's fall is too contrary to common sense, it stands to reason that Sima Qianjun is down, and Zhong Shan should be pasted, but Zhong Shan is self-propelled, and occasionally he will paste one son or two sons."

Sima Qianjun became more and more disdainful: "This person really can't play chess?"

When Sima Qianqian fell to the thirtieth son, he occupied all the advantageous positions, as if the overall situation had been decided, and looked at Zhong Shan with a sneer: "It's your turn, I didn't expect you to be so bad that you can get the folding card!"

Zhong Shan didn't reply to him" The sunspot in his hand paused slightly in the air, and solemnly pressed it.

At that moment, a strange breeze blew from the direction of the chessboard.

A faint breeze blew and "made everyone suddenly feel like a spirit, and Zhongshan sunspots fell."

"Smack!"

The sound of the sunspot falling at that moment seemed to knock on everyone's hearts, and almost everyone seemed to suddenly see a stream of purple gas erupting from the place where Zhong Shan fell.

Many people shake their heads, thinking that they are wrong.

The Emperor Purple Qi of the Emperor Chess! Zhong Shan's son fell, and almost the dust fell.

On the entire chessboard, the situation changed greatly, and it was originally a situation of Sima Qianjun's steady victory, but in the blink of an eye, it became a big defeat.

The chessboard was like black looking at white condescendingly.

"Good, good chess!" Sima Qianjun said hatefully.

Sima Qianjun was careless, at this moment, Sima Qianjun finally knew that the person in front of him was not garbage at all, but a real layout master.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

kept falling, but the more he fell, the more sweat on Sima Qianjun's forehead.

"Tian Yuan, that son of Tian Yuan, can actually support the Quartet?"

"No, Tian Yuan's son is like a commander, ruling the chessboard world, and its existence causes white chess to never turn over!"

"It's wonderful, it's incredible, this Tianyuan Yizi is really a stroke of genius, with this son, Sima Qianjun can only be defeated, and there is no possibility of victory at all!"

The onlookers shouted in adoration.

And at this moment, Sima Qianjun was even more immersed in it, his eyes were full of horror, Sima Qianjun was sweating profusely, Sima Qianjun felt that as long as he fell, he would attract the wild stabbing of thousands of big guns, and all of them were stabbed in his heart.

is depressed, and every child is depressed. There is no way to start, as if everywhere is defeated, the whole chessboard has become the world of the person in front of him, let him gallop, let him be arrogant, he is just constantly being abused.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Sima Qianjun is going crazy. The masochistic mania is endless.

Can't lose, can't lose, this is the last game, a hundred consecutive wins are now, once you lose, it will be zero, you can't lose, the strong will forces Sima Qianjun to keep enduring the abuse in his heart.

However, I watched the white seeds being eaten one by one. Sima Qianjun was desperate to find that even if he had the art of returning to heaven, he couldn't save his chess game.

"Smack!" Zhong Shan's last son fell.

"You're defeated!" Zhong Shan said lightly.

This son fell, Sima Qianjun found that he was really defeated, looking at his white chess, it seemed that it was no longer white, but stained with blood, and it was all defeated.

"Look, what's that?" exclaimed one of the chess players.

Everyone looked at the chessboard carefully, and at this moment, everyone strangely found that on the entire chessboard, Zhong Shan's black chess pieces unconsciously discharged two words. Among the black pieces surrounded by white chess, two clear words, two words that were not seen until the dust settled after playing?

Too weak!

Is this humiliating Sima Qianjun too weak?

Everyone was stunned.

PS: At the last 12 o'clock, the monthly pass is kept!