Lu Qingyun ignored Zhenlong's chess game and looked at Murong Fu.
"Murong Fu, as long as you can take one of my palms, how about the previous grudges be wiped out?"
Jiumozhi reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Murong, you must not agree. Mr. Qingyun's strength has reached the late stage of the Grandmaster realm, and you cannot catch his palm."
"Cousin, Master Qingyun doesn't dare to act rashly when the Imperial Master is here. It's better not to agree to his request."
Wang Yuyan looked anxious, tugged on Murong Fu's sleeve and spoke softly.
"Why do you always try to increase the prestige of others and destroy your own momentum? Although I, Murong Fu, have low abilities, I am not someone who is afraid of death!"
Murong Fu shook his sleeves and showed a look of surprise on his face.
Nan Murong's name resounds throughout the country. Did he give up just because of Lu Qingyun's words?
Although the Yi Yang Finger and the Six Meridians Divine Sword are powerful, the Murong family's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is not a vegetarian. It's still unclear who will win and who will lose.
"Okay, Gusu Murongfu agreed."
"cousin!"
Wang Yuyan was so anxious that she almost cried.
My cousin has practiced kung fu in various ways, but is not very proficient, and his internal strength is not as good as that of his opponent, Mr. Qingyun. If he accepts the challenge in such a hasty manner, he will most likely lose.
"Then I will learn the unique skills of the Gusu Murong family!"
Lu Qingyun shakes his robe, spreads his feet out, draws a circle with his left hand, and brings his right hand back to his chest.
"Mr. Murong, be careful. This is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It is extremely powerful. Don't fight forcefully!"
Jiumozhi reminded him again.
The Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon is a unique skill of the Beggar Clan. It is so powerful that ordinary palm techniques cannot match it.
Ding Chunqiu raised his eyebrows and moved his body slowly without leaving any trace.
Of course, Murong Fu felt the power of Kang Long Yougui, so he raised his whole body's cultivation to the highest level, and started to use his family's secret knowledge.
Lu Qingyun struck out with a palm.
The roar of the dragon sounded.
A smile appeared on Ding Chunqiu's face. He just wanted to wait until Lu Qingyun's old strength was gone and his new strength was still new and unable to change his moves.
I saw him leaping over the crowd and slapping out from the air.
Lu Qingyun had long been paying attention to Ding Chunqiu's every move, and the palm force he used to hit Murong Fu was only half.
Cursing "despicable" secretly, he stepped hard on the ground with both feet, and his whole body rose into the air.
With one move, Feilong Zaitian shot out.
Lu Qingyun and Ding Chunqiu kept exchanging palms in mid-air, causing the martial arts practitioners on the ground to shake around.
Murong Fu broke the incoming palm force and shot Lu Qingyun in mid-air with his backhand and fingers.
"Ma Dan!"
Lu Qingyun twisted his body to one side, dodged the incoming fingers, and shot out the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Murong Fu knew that it was difficult to resist, so he flew into the air.
The current situation has become one where Ding Chunqiu, He and Murong Fu join forces to deal with Lu Qingyun at the same time.
When Lu Qingyun was fighting with Ding Chunqiu, he had to guard against Murong Fu's sneak attack, and was at a disadvantage for a while.
The martial arts practitioners standing on the ground stabilized their bodies and looked up one by one.
"Old Immortal Xingxiu has boundless magical power, is invincible in all attacks, and is invincible in every battle. How can Qingyun, a mere mortal, be the opponent of the old Immortal?"
The Xingxiu disciples beat gongs and drums and flattered loudly.
Duan Yanqing watched the three people fighting and couldn't help but look at Lu Qingyun with admiration.
I didn't expect that such a talented person could appear among the Duan family's children. It's a pity that he is Duan Zhengchun's illegitimate son.
Su Xinghe glanced at the battle situation and ignored it, focusing on the chessboard.
This seems to be a large piece of suicide, which is against the rules of chess. Anyone who understands the rules of chess will never play it. However, this move turned out to be a turn of events, which surprised Su Xinghe.
Xu Zhu was no longer anxious at this time, and words of guidance came to his mind from time to time.
He reached into the box, took out a white stone, listened to the voice in his head, and placed it on the chessboard.
Su Xinghe was already familiar with the thousands of changes in this chess game, but he did not expect that a new situation would appear that had never appeared before, which he had never dreamed of.
"The next level is No. 39!"
Xu Zhu didn't even think about picking up Bai Zi and followed his instructions and got down on the "Ping" Sanjiu Road.
"'Ping' is on the 28th road."
As soon as this piece fell, Jiumozhi, Xuannan and other people who knew chess all screamed out.
"Hey, that's what it is!"
"Death and survival!"
"Fuck you, uncle, that's what it is!"
Xu Zhu raised his head inexplicably and saw admiration and surprise on many people's faces.
What's going on?
Who can tell me!
In order to thank Xu Zhu for saving his life, Duan Yanqing used lip language to give instructions, aiming to rescue Xu Zhu from the situation so that he could retreat in a perfunctory manner. I didn't expect such a big change to occur.
Suddenly there was a realization in my heart.
The secret of this "Zhenlong" is that White needs to kill a large piece of himself before he can survive.
If Xu Zhu hadn't closed his eyes and played blindly to save him, no one would be able to solve this Zhenlong chess game in a thousand years.
Su Xinghe's face was full of joy. The Zhenlong chess game that had not been solved for thirty years was solved by the young monk.
This can be regarded as an explanation to Master.
"The talented Shaolin monks have solved the world's best Zhenlong chess game!"
"No..." Xu Zhu wanted to tell everyone that he was not the real chess player.
But Duan Yanqing's voice sounded in his mind again.
"Don't talk if you don't want to die."
Xu Zhu immediately shut up.
Lu Qingyun, Ding Chunqiu, and Murong Fu also stopped and looked at Xu Zhu.
"This Xu Zhu deserves to have the aura of a big pig's feet. He still managed to break this Zhenlong chess game by mistake."
Su Xinghe walked up to Xu Zhu, pointed to a cliff and said, "Little Master, look over there."
Xu Zhu didn't know what was going on and looked in the direction Su Xinghe pointed. Unexpectedly, he felt a huge force on his back and took off on the spot, hitting the house in front of the mountain wall.
"Ah! Uncle Taishi, help me!"
Xuannan wanted to intercept, but was stopped by Su Xinghe.
"Master, don't worry, little master will be fine."
Su Xinghe said with a smile.
Xuannan nodded, Shaolin had no grudge against him, so he would not harm Xu Zhu.
So he sat back on the big stone, looked at the stone wall, and smiled strangely again.
Just when Xu Zhu's head was about to hit the door, the door suddenly opened.
He dove in headfirst.
Ding Chunqiu saw Lu Qingyun looking thoughtful, and silently slapped him with the palm of his hand.
Lu Qingyun had been prepared for his sneak attack for a long time, and they struck each other with the same palm.
The two palms touched each other.
Ding Chunqiu smiled.
"No, it's a great way to transform energy!"
The true energy in Lu Qingyun's body began to dissipate.
"Haha, Mr. Qingyun, how does the old immortal's transformation method feel?"
Ding Chunqiu laughed proudly.
"Really? Old coin!"
Lu Qingyun used the Beiming Divine Art and began to absorb the true energy in Ding Chunqiu's body.
Ding Chunqiu was shocked. He didn't expect that the true energy in his body would dissipate.
"how is the taste?"
The amount of Qi absorbed by Lu Qingyun was several times greater than what was dissipated. Even if Ding Chunqiu tried his best, it was useless.
