Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 931 Friendly Communication
After drinking a cup of weak tea, Long Fei and Chu Feng saw that it was all right, they got up and bid farewell to the old man with fists held together.

The old man got up and sent them away, staring at the black and white chess game on the table and tapping lightly.

Heizi and Baizi rearranged the arrangement on the top, and the rocks in the yard moved accordingly.

He frowned tightly and said, "My Zhenlong chess game, fortunately, I have studied it for a hundred years, and I thought it was perfect, but I didn't expect that this kid would break it with one move."

The rocks and gravel roads in this yard are actually black and white flags on his chessboard.

If you use brute force, you can break this chess, but you can't show the level of a person.

Long Fei stomped his feet casually, and the old man was a little surprised that the deadlock that he thought was unsolvable was easily resolved.

The future is long, and he didn't ask Long Fei for advice because of his face, he only talked about it later.

In fact, Long Fei didn't know anything about chess games at all, but he knew formation and space.

He has studied several of the formations left by the ancestor of the Long family, and his knowledge has completely surpassed the existence of this world.

The old man is still struggling to break the chess game with the chess game, but Long Fei has already been able to break the game with the battle.

Even if you don't know how to play chess, you can easily break this formation.

The Zhenlong chess game he created is just a formation in the final analysis.

After the two came out of the suzerain's courtyard, Murong Chong and a group of disciples surrounded him with anger on their faces.

There was constant chatter in the crowd, which probably meant that these two rats insulted the name of Excalibur Sect.

Under the name of Excalibur School, he was doing mischief outside.

They thought that the suzerain would teach the two of them severely, but they didn't know that they could come out with a bright face.

Chu Feng glanced at a group of female cultivators, and stretched out his hand to shake them, making a group of female cultivators blushed and shyly turned aside.

Girls in this world, especially female cultivators, are no different from their world.

Men and women usually do not speak, do not see evil, do not speak evil, but quite conservative.

He came to the Divine Sword School to flirt with girls so nakedly, which made the disciples who were not satisfied with them furious.

Someone stood up immediately, holding a sword and said to the two of them, "Presumptuous, you two are too courageous. Bullying the name of my Excalibur Sect, and my Excalibur Sect belittled our junior sister, there is still something in your eyes!" There are no rules anymore?"

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you so excited, I'm just saying hello to my junior sister! If you're jealous, you can also say hello to them?"

"How dare you talk back?"

The disciple gritted his teeth, looked straight at him and said, "Do you dare to walk with me to Yanwu Stage?"

"Martial Arts Stage?"

Chu Feng was full of interest, he tossed his hair at a group of girls who were staring at him curiously, and challenged with a stinking fart, "Okay, let's play!"

Except for chasing and killing the demon clan, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect usually have no chance to compete with the disciples of other sects.

Now that they finally had the opportunity, a group of disciples acted like they were going crazy, and instantly spread the news to the entire sect.

The sword light flickered, and sword shadows were carried down by Yanwu.

This is the top of a mountain peak, which has been cut into flat ground by an expert, surrounded by [-] stone pillars.

Long Fei took a look, the place was about the size of two football fields.

Even the impact of the Nascent Soul Realm can be blocked by such a generous formation.

Chu Feng and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect stood in the middle, surrounded by thousands of disciples.

These are all inner disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and outer disciples are not allowed to enter here.

Beside Long Fei, Murong Chong chatted with Long Fei for a few words.

Although he was not satisfied with their actions, the suzerain treated them as guests.Murong Chong felt a little embarrassed that his junior brother was making such a mess.

Long Fei said with great interest, "Fellow Taoist Murong, we will be neighbors in the future, and we need to communicate more to improve. As a cultivator, you must not rest on your laurels. If you always feel that your sect is the best, then you are a bit of a spectator." .”

These sect disciples are usually somewhat proud of their sect.

As the head disciple, Murong Chong couldn't escape the common customs, and said to his own sect, "Your Daoist Long is right, but the karma lies in the skill rather than the excess. Our Divine Sword Sect has studied kendo for thousands of years. It’s supernatural. If you give up what you’ve learned in this sect and instead envy other’s, wouldn’t you be a man of change and change?”

Long Fei was the least optimistic about the sense of honor of these sect disciples, and always felt that his sect was the best in the world.

Cultivating the Tao only cultivates the things of one's own sect, and treats other sects, especially heretical things, as abandonment.

Long Fei smiled and said, "Then fellow Taoist Murong, who would win, my brother or your junior brother?"

Murong Chong thought he was well-informed, but he couldn't see through the cultivation of the two of them.

Thinking about it at such a young age, the most powerful one is just like him, within half a step of Nascent Soul Realm.

He introduced to Long Fei, "My junior brother, surnamed Wang Zongcheng, nicknamed Little Xuanfeng. He has already broken through the alchemy realm, and now he is half a step into the Nascent Soul realm. Sorry for being abrupt, but I really can't think of it." The reason why he lost this competition."

Long Fei laughed loudly, "Then let's wait and see."

On the court, Wang Zongcheng held the sword to deliberately delay time, trying to defeat Chu Feng in front of more seniors and brothers.

More and more people gathered on the field, both male and female monks, and there were more than 2000 people gathered here in a while.

Long Fei looked at it and was secretly surprised.

The worst cultivation of these disciples is in the early stage of alchemy realm.

There are at least 500 people who are half-step Nascent Soul Realm disciples, all of whom are radiant and high-spirited.

You know, their Yin-Yang sect is full and full, that is, there are hundreds of disciples in the alchemy realm.

The worst cultivation, and the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Compared with such a big sect, it is simply not a popular existence.

He thought about Shushan and the four major sects in the south of the Yangtze River, and he probably had a new understanding of the power of this world.

When Wang Zongcheng saw that everyone was almost here, he flashed out a real weapon-level long sword, and shouted at Chu Feng, "Let's show the magical weapon!"

Chu Feng laughed loudly, "You still use a weapon against you, are you insulting me?"

There was booing immediately on the field, and I don't know how many people had murderous intentions against Chu Feng.

Chu Feng didn't change his face, and he shook his hair at the female cultivators around him and shouted, "Masters and sisters, I am playing Chu Feng, from your neighbor Yin Yang Sect. You can come to me for tea and chess when you are free. Eat hot pot, sing and sing. The door of my Yin Yang Sect is always open to you, and you are welcome to come often!"

"court death!"

Wang Zongcheng was so angry that he struck out with a long sword.

He is nicknamed Little Xuanfeng, and the method he cultivates is naturally related to the power of wind.

Slashing out with a sword, half a step of Nascent Soul Realm cultivation was unreservedly released, forming a huge whirlwind on the field.

In the whirlwind, billowing sword energy raged.

There is no doubt that a tank will be rolled into waste in it.

　Chapter 2 is here, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)