Chapter 490

Julu City, above Yong hall!

Yifeng puts on his robes and slowly sits down and looks at Chen Ping, the great scholar on the other side.

In the middle of the two, there is a chessboard.

Nearly ten thousand scholars watched quietly.

"Hum, mortals deserve to know chess? I'll let you know what chess is Chen Ping also sat down slowly.

Yi Feng said with a smile: "chess? It's not by mouth. I'll talk about it if I win! "

Yifeng is extremely confident.

Chess, only meet Yan Chuan that time, lost a game, others can never lose.

This is the realm of Yifeng. Even in the realm of practice, Yifeng is still proud of it.

"Shall I let you Chen Ping said.

Yi Feng looked at Chen Ping and finally said with a smile: "only this sentence, I know that I look up to you!"

"You?" Chen Ping's eyes glared.

"Pa!" Yifeng, a black chess player.

Chen Ping suppressed the anger in his heart and began to settle down.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

After Chen Ping's fall, Yifeng will drop another son directly! Very fast!

"Well?" Chen Ping frowned slightly and immediately made up for it.

"Pa!" Yifeng seems to have no thought, once again a son fell.

With the fall of Yifeng, nearly ten thousand scholars cast a look of curiosity.

"Is this person named Yifeng really OK?"

"Yes, I want to see Yan Chuan play chess!"

"He's a good player. He must have been a mortal not long ago. What about mortal chess?"

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There was disdain all around.

"No, I know Yifeng's chess skills!" Suddenly a voice rang out.

"Oh?" A large number of Confucians turned around.

"Brother Changqing?"

"Brother Changqing, do you know this Yifeng?"

Suddenly, evergreen was recognized.

"Yes, and I've seen him play chess with Yan Chuan. Their chess skills are absolutely excellent. Even many great scholars in Julu city are not as good as them!" Changqing shakes his head.

"Ah? Really? He played chess with Yan Chuan? And who won? "

"Yan Chuan won the first set, the second set was even, and stopped in the second half!" Changqing said.

"Is Yan Chuan more powerful? Does Yifeng win? "

"Sure to win, I'm sure!" Changqing said solemnly.

"Ha ha ha, why are you so sure?"

"If you don't believe it, how about a bet? Just use the painting you got not long ago? I'll use the painting you crave, too. How about that? " Changqing said with a smile.

"It's a deal!"

Although there are a lot of skeptical voices around, but Yan Chuan Baiwen has completely conquered a group of Confucian scholars. Now, looking at Yi Feng, he is not so exclusive.

"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"

Yifeng's fall is fast. One son is faster than the other. At first, Chen Ping's Confucianist is OK at first, but after his twenty sons, Chen Ping's face turns ugly.

"Is this chess? Is he crazy? Don't even think about it? " There are many people.

Yifeng is still standing still, still keep falling.

Gradually, each fell 50 pieces, the whole chessboard, has entered the mysterious realm.

Chen Ping began to disdain, gradually dignified, and even some panic at the chessboard.

With more and more Yifeng's falling son, Chen Ping finds that his chess is forced to retreat.

"Pa!" Yi Feng falls a son again.

Chen Pingzheng is about to drop his son, but Yifeng said faintly: "you lost!"

"Ah?" Chen Ping grabs Baizi and looks at Yifeng in amazement.

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