"Do you want to continue, sword senior?" Wu Lang smiled slightly, his body straightened, and the victory was in his hands.

Chu Hao also responded with a cold laugh: "Weishenme doesn't continue, the old man has an advantage!"

Wu Lang's face flashed with anger, and he said coldly: "It turns out that Old Mr. Jian already has an advantage, and he is dull. As he spoke, he ignored Chu Hao and buried his head in watching the chess pieces.

If you talk about the territory occupied by the black and white sides, it is indeed Chu Haoduo, the robbery he won first in front of him, the profit is not small, but the white dragon in the middle of the belly has already meandered sixty or seventy sons. But I haven't seen a way to live. The chess is one foot long, and it lives without eyes. That is to say, it is very difficult to kill the big dragon, although now Chu Hao's white dragon is like walking on a single-plank bridge, and under the bridge is an abyss. The slightest mistake will be a catastrophe, but for Wu Lang, he is also very nervous, he can't make any mistakes, once he is made a living white dragon by Chu Hao, then he can only admit defeat. The two have been fighting against each other for a long time, and the outcome is almost clear.

Wu Lang has long developed an arrogance in the palace, and his chess skills are not bad, and he also sees that Chu Hao's chess skills are not as good as his own, where is the reason to lose, the faster the offensive, and kill Chu Hao's white dragon! And Chu Hao's white dragon fights and walks in the encirclement of black chess, but it really seems that Zhao Zilong, who killed seven in and seven out of Changbanpo, is brave and good at fighting, and is full of courage. Although in front of him were Wu Lang soldiers who had killed layer after layer of black armor and black armor, Chu Hao just stood tall. "The sword seniors are really courageous, in this case, if you don't live the white dragon, you have to attack strongly, and admire it!" Wu Lang seemed to see the dawn of victory, and said with a smile, and then he fell into a son, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the sword seniors in Bizhuang have superb forging skills, but their chess skills are not good." ”

"Chess products are casting, Wu Lang Daoyou said this, is it too early. Chu Hao understood Wu Lang's mind in his heart, and at this moment he also figured out Wu Lang's temperament, this person should be the kind of conceited person who would rather bend than bend, if Chu Hao doesn't win and pokes his sharpness, then there will be nothing to talk about next.

And at this time, listening to Wu Lang's harsh words, Chu Hao understood that the old man in the green shirt Weishenme would follow. Originally, Chu Hao only estimated in his heart that the latter might come, but after this confrontation, he knew that Wu Lang was very pretentious, and Tao Ranju was also afraid that he would anger him, and then be wiped out by himself in a fit of anger.

Chu Hao let out a series of laughs, and then a cold aura emanated from his body, enveloping Wu Lang little by little, and said coldly: "Daoyou Wu Lang, leaving no room for it, do you know that the old man has murderous intentions?"

"The sword seniors also said just now, chess products are casts, is Bizhuang capable of this?" Wu Lang's face turned slightly pale, but his expression was extremely calm, his eyes seemed to be disdainful, and then he played another chess game.

"I don't need to tell you how capable the old man is in Bizhuang, but I know that you will lose right away!" Chu Hao fell lightly, and the entire chessboard formation suddenly opened up, but it was a foolish bend!

Wu Lang wanted to ridicule each other, but when he saw this, his face was stunned.

He didn't expect this chess hand, this chess hand is ugly in terms of chess shape, and foolish types are generally vulgar moves, but Wu Lang took a closer look with a calm face, and the blood on his face instantly receded. The white dragon is alive, the two eyes are alive, and no matter how much the black chess game plays, it can't break its eye! Wu Lang just said wildly, his face was red and white, white and red, zuihou is Tie Qing. He knew that he had lost, and he had lost on the big dragon that should not have been arrogant, should not have launched an offensive, and forcibly killed Chu Hao. This chess, out of adversity, but Chu Hao turned the tables and won! In my mind, I instantly reviewed this game, starting from taking over Baizi, with the battle spreading in the upper left to spread the overall situation, the chess momentum was galloping, and the waves were turbulent, under the blockage of Wu Lang's skillful hand, Chu Hao was walking on thin ice in the entire second half of the game, and Bai Fan rushed hard in the turbulent waves of black chess, and finally broke out of the encirclement at the moment of Zuihou!

Wu Lang's face changed unpredictably, and then he finally said gloomily: "I lost!"

Chu Hao stood up and said lightly: "The old man's chess skills are not as good as yours, but you lost, why is this?"

Wu Lang shook his head, at this moment he knew that when he met Chu Hao, he would end up in the upper hand, he was disheartened, and sighed: "Go is a literary way rather than a martial art. ”

Chu Hao applauded, he was quite appreciative of Wu Lang's ease and ease, it was not easy to be so sober after losing. Chu Hao narrowly defeated Wu Lang, and he was not aggressive, he came this time, after all, he still had to ask for black crystal ore.

Sitting on the stone bench, Wu Lang stared at the chessboard for a few moments, and finally shook his head, and then said slowly: "This time, I made an appointment with the sword seniors, and it represents my Craftsman God Sect. ”

"Oh?" Chu Hao didn't expect this, and said calmly: "Old man, listen." ”

Wu Lang said: "Presumably, the predecessors also knew that our Craftsman God Sect was a sect that only emerged a hundred years ago. On the Firmament Continent, no matter which country or the great cultivator sect was, there was no direct refining system. The birth of our Craftsman God Sect naturally attracted the covetousness and ambition of many great cultivators. ”

Chu Hao nodded. In fact, it is true, when he was in the refining sect, if he didn't have a strong Yuan Infant or even a strong person in the Yin and Yang stage, he wouldn't be able to keep so many talented refiners at all! In this cutting-edge profession, except for those alchemy refiners who are really powerful to the extreme, and there will be powerful cultivators, everyone else is afraid that they will only be reduced to the nourishment of the major shili, how can they reflect the scenery of the refiner.

"Seniors should know that for cultivators like us who are dedicated to refining weapons, the strength is not strong, and the lifespan is even shorter, and what maintains the lifespan is just the elixir in exchange. Speaking of this, Wu Lang's voice was a little low, revealing resentment, and said: "The sword seniors have heard that fifty years ago, there was a treasure weapon in our Craftsman God Sect that caused a sensation on the mainland. ”

"The five-grade treasure, 'Linglong Bell', has been heard. Chu Hao said lightly.

"It was made by an amazing elder of our Craftsman God Sect, but unfortunately, it was swept away by Xiao Chen, the shameless elder of the Purple Cloud Sect. Wu Lang said hatefully: "The Purple Cloud Sect relied on itself as the Three Great Dao Gates of the Firmament Continent, and did not do a fair trade with our Craftsman God Sect at all, and only spent a hundred lower grade spirit stones to take away the treasure!"

Chu Hao didn't expect that there was such a reason for this, but he knew that Wu Lang would not say this for no reason, so he didn't interrupt him, twisting a chess piece in his hand and holding it carefully in his fingertips.

Glancing at Chu Hao, Wu Lang continued: "It's a pity that the refining master of my sect has been robbed and occupied like this by someone with all his life's work, and Zuihou will die depressed, and he will not be blind!"

Chu Hao put the chess pieces on the table of the stone table, "pop", the sound was extremely crisp, "The misfortune of the master in the Wulang Daoyou Sect, the old man deeply regrets it. If there is anything, you don't have to beat around the bush, just say it. ”

"Sword senior, the flying sword in Bizhuang, the old man in green shirt had specially mentioned it before the auction. The flying sword, whether it is the carving formation, or the forging technique, or even the strength of the aura, is a few points higher. Although the flying sword is the most common of magic weapons, if you want to refine a second-grade flying sword, you will definitely not be able to achieve an effect like Bizhuang. Wu Lang said.

Wu Daoyou Liao praised, the flying sword was exactly what the old man did in his spare time. Chu Hao said lightly.

"Sword seniors, I dare to ask. "From the previous chess fight, Wu Lang already knew that Chu Hao was an extremely difficult person to deal with, his approach was calm and decisive, and he was definitely a person who was not easy to mess with. He hesitated for a moment, but still said: "According to the cultivation of the predecessors, and the identity of Bizhuang, there should be no need to send auction things." ”

"I lack refining materials in Zhuang Village, and I lack silver to purchase, can't I?" Chu Hao said coldly, but he knew in his heart that Wu Lang was developing in the direction he expected, but there were slight differences in the middle.

The sword veteran laughed. Wu Lang shook his head and said, "If a master like Bizhuang has a predecessor, will there still be a lack of low-grade spirit stones? And the silver in the world, I'm afraid it can't buy any high-grade materials." ”

"Of course there is, for example, black crystal ore......" Chu Hao smiled slightly, meaning something.

Wu Lang was stunned, staring at Chu Hao's cloak, so close, he couldn't see Chu Hao's face clearly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Getting up from the stone bench, Wu Lang walked a few steps, touched the jade pendant on his waist, and said slowly: "Bizhuang chose to come to Yuntian Capital City for auction this time, and here, it is the territory of Ziyunmen......"

"Mr. Wu Lang came to the Imperial Palace in the capital, which is also the territory of Ziyunmen. Chu Hao's heart moved, and he spoke.

"On second thought, our purpose is the same. Wu Lang looked at Chu Hao, and then showed a relieved smile: "Sword senior, are you right?"

"Why is Wu Daoyou so determined?" Chu Hao bowed slightly, and his tone was slightly flat.