The skill is broken, I am stronger

Anyway, he would never dare to play chess.

Lin Lang laughed loudly: "This is the eminent monk of Southern Shaolin. He sent a young monk who can't play chess to make a move. He obviously didn't care about Zhenlong's chess game. It's better not to play."

Others can play chess, but Xu Zhu can't, he is a child of good luck.He would never give this little monk a chance to turn defeat into victory after making a mess.

Xu Zhu scratched his head, took two steps back.

But he somehow felt as if he had lost something.

I must be thinking too much, I can't even play chess, can I still solve this chess game and get the benefits that Mr. Congbian said?

He is a Shaolin disciple, this time he just came to see the world with his master and uncle, he didn't want to learn martial arts from other sects.

"Why, is no one going down? Don't you go down from Da Sui's side?"

"What about Da Song's side, are they all gone too?"

"It seems that this Zhenlong chess game can only be solved by me."

Mr. Congbian sighed: "The rule of this chess game is that whoever wins will get the treasure I promised. There used to be a black and white player under the Sun Moon God Sect, and he was also a master of chess, so he must be good at chess."

"Okay then, let me show you my chess skills."

Lin Lang casually took a chess piece and threw it on it.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, Mr. Congbian can still stick to his principles in the face of such a powerful Lin Lang, then they still have a chance.

Lin Lang lost the game, so he is always embarrassed to continue sitting at the table, right?

Many people looked at Lin Langluozi and frowned.

What kind of move is this, there is no breath at all, within three steps, Lin Lang will lose.

Jiumozhi and the others were secretly happy that they could play chess when Lin Lang lost the game and left.

Lin Lang dropped a son: "Five sons connect, I win! Let's make a deal."

Everyone looked at the chessboard, where did they win?

It is clear that Lin Lang lost, so there is no need to continue, everyone knows that Lin Lang has absolutely no chance of turning defeat into victory.

Mr. Congbian also looked at Lin Lang with a puzzled look on his face: "Your Majesty, why don't you check the number? The rule is that if the sunspots occupy more than 180 fives, you win, and if the whites occupy more than 170 sevens, you win."

Lin Lang waved his hand: "You're talking about Go, I'm talking about backgammon, if you connect five pieces in a line, you win. Why, I won, and you want to renege on it!"

No one expected that Lin Lang would say that, what the hell is backgammon, but this Zhenlong chess game is obviously Go!

Wan Wan's smile trembled wildly: "Young master is good at chess, it is indeed you who won."

Mr. Congbian's lips trembled. He really wanted to announce that Lin Lang had lost, but seeing Lin Lang's threatening eyes, he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Wan Wan looked at the others: "Anyone of you objected?"

... Many people lowered their heads when they saw Lin Lang's eyes, not daring to look at Lin Lang at all.

Lin Lang turned around and looked at the others: "Alright, I've won against Mr. Congbian, so go back where you came from."

Xuannan clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the benefactor may be difficult for others."

Lin Lang looked at Xuannan and sneered: "You first untie the three smiles on yourself, and then talk about it, or do you want to die here and be buried with Ding Chunqiu?"

Xu Zhu was shocked: "Master Uncle, have you been poisoned? Then what should we do?"

XuanNan performed the exercises silently and did not find any signs of poisoning.

He just wanted to scold Lin Lang for talking nonsense, but the corners of his mouth turned up unnaturally.

Xu Zhu: "Master Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

Xuannan: "???"

Am I laughing?

Suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up again, and blood was left on the corners of his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

Everyone else quickly backed away, looking at each other in horror, Master Xuannan was a pinnacle master, so he just died so quietly?

Lin Lang said loudly: "Ding Chunqiu sprinkled the poisonous powder just now, all of you may be poisoned, and those who are not poisoned may also be poisoned if you stay for a while."

"Ding Chunqiu's disciples are all outside, why don't you go and see if there is any antidote?"

In fact, it was because XuanNan and Ding ChunQiu were poisoned when they entered the valley.

The poisonous powder that Ding Chunqiu sprinkled when fighting with Lin Lang was inhaled into Lin Lang's body with the method of inverse star absorption, so where would it go to waste?

But the others didn't know that they were looking at every part of the valley, as if there was poisonous powder floating around, and they didn't dare to stay for a moment.

Everyone immediately turned around and went to Ding Chunqiu's disciple to detoxify.

In an instant, everyone in the deep valley started to go out, including Wanwan.

Before leaving, Wan Wan waved at Lin Lang: "Master, congratulations on getting the treasure this time. Soon, there will be treasures born in Tai Sui, so you will come too."

Lin Lang thought for a while: "Okay, come and find me when the time comes."

He probably knew what the treasure Wanwan was talking about, and he was really interested.

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together: "Your envoy, the poor monk is waiting for you outside the mountain, and wants to make a deal with you."

Lin Lang looked at Jiumozhi with a smile: "Okay, you can wait for me outside, I am also interested in making a deal with you."

Jiumozhi also has many top-level martial arts, such as Xiaowuxianggong, flame knife, Shaolin 72 stunts, etc.

He doesn't have to learn it, but he can refer to it and pass it on to other believers of the God Cult.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there was no one in the Deaf-Mute Valley, only Mr. Congbian and his eight disciples remained.

Lin Lang looked at Mr. Congbian: "Are you sure you want to keep them here?"

Mr. Congbian waved his hands and let the eight disciples leave.

For the rest, those disciples can't help by staying here.

Lin Lang looked at Mr. Congbian: "For so many years pretending to be a deaf-mute just to take care of Wu Yazi? Isn't he asking you to play a chess game just to choose a successor and deal with the traitor Ding Chunqiu?"

"Wu Yazi, I avenged you, why don't you say anything?"

"Why, still pretending to be dead? Then I'll go in by myself."

As soon as he raised his hand, he slapped the mountain wall violently.

….boom! ! !

The mountain wall suddenly shattered.

Mr. Congbian was taken aback: "What are you doing!"

He wanted to come up to stop him, but he knew that he was definitely not an opponent.

"Huh?" Lin Lang stared at Mr. Congbian, "I broke the chess game, so I can't go in? I avenged your master, and you thank me that much?"

Mr. Congbian suddenly felt a tyrannical momentum on his body, and it was difficult for him to even raise his hand, let alone resist.

He was also a pinnacle grandmaster, and he was so unbearable in front of Lin Lang.

A sigh came from the cave: "Xinghe, let him in."

"The Right Envoy of the Sun Moon God Sect is a hero who has recently become famous in the world, and I really want to meet him. He is also right, killing Ding Chunqiu is the benefactor of this old man."

Lin Lang swaggered into the cave and saw a person whose upper body was hung by a rope.

This person exudes a tyrannical aura, which seems to be no weaker than Shangguan Jinhong.

But let alone facing Shangguan Jinhong, even when facing Jiang Xiaoyu or Hua Wuque, he would lose more than win.

Wu Yazi is in his seventies and eighties, but he still looks very energetic, there are not even any wrinkles on his face, he looks like a handsome and handsome uncle.

The body was hung by a rope, but it didn't shake at all, and the body faintly felt integrated with the surroundings.

It seems that if it is not disabled, Wu Yazi might be able to reach the peak of heaven and man.

Lin Lang was looking at Wu Yazi, and Wu Yazi was also looking at Lin Lang.

Although Lin Lang wore a mask on his face, it was difficult to hide his demeanor. Under the mask, there must be a jade-like, handsome and unrestrained person, just like when he was young.

The successor of the Xiaoyao faction must be handsome and unrestrained. Doesn't being ugly insult the reputation of the Xiaoyao faction?

Just like the Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu he took in, they were also very personable when they were young.

It's a pity that Su Xinghe learned all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge from him, but his martial arts are mediocre.

Ding Chunqiu's martial arts are good, and his understanding is also good, but his tricks are not righteous.

"The old man set up the Zhenlong chess game for the purpose of selecting successors."

"It's just that the strength of the right envoy is not weaker than that of the old man, but to obtain the inheritance of the old man's martial arts, he can only be abolished. My Xiaoyao faction has special martial arts, not because I want to lie to you."

"The right envoy must not want to do this, but it's a pity that Qiao Feng didn't come. The old man has also admired this person for a long time."

In fact, the person he most wanted to choose this time was Qiao Feng, then Duan Yu, Murong Fu, and the others were just candidates. He was worried that others would be defeated by Ding Chunqiu if they got his inheritance. There is also the possibility of being counter-killed by Ding Chunqiu.

Originally, Qiao Feng was the leader of the Southern Beggars' Clan, so he didn't dare to think about it, but he had already resigned, so he happened to be the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Duan Yu and Murong Fu are also leaders of the younger generation, with good looks and martial arts talents.

Lin Lang sneered and said, "Wu Yazi, are you an old Hutu? Do you think Qiao Fengfeng is willing to change his cultivation and accept your inheritance?"

Wu Yazi sighed: "Yeah, it seems that the old man can only wait for another predestined person, this time I will let you go for nothing."

Lin Lang squinted his eyes, the old guy was just pretending to be stupid.

"It's better for us to take a step back. I won't abolish my cultivation, and you don't need to teach martial arts or anything. Just hand over all the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect to me."

....Wu Yazi was stunned. He didn't expect Lin Lang to say that. Is this a step back?

"Lin Lang, I really should thank you, but the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect cannot be passed on to outsiders."

"In this way, the old man also knows some martial arts from other sects, and I can pass them on to you."

He had collected martial arts from many sects in the world in Langhuan Fudi back then, and he had seen them all, and he could use the internal force of the Small Formless Kung Fu to simulate them.

Although these martial arts are not as good as Xiaoyao School's unique skills, they are still valuable.

"Or you can find a heir who satisfies the old man, how about asking him to repay the old man in the future?"

If it really doesn't work, I can only pass this skill to Mr. Congbian Su Xinghe.

He is also very clear that the big apprentice has been persuading him not to accept any more apprentices these years, but in fact he wants him to pass on all his cultivation to the big apprentice and inherit the head of the Xiaoyao Sect.

He also wanted to rely on his true energy to hang his life, hoping to watch Ding Chunqiu be beheaded by other masters of the rivers and lakes, but recently he felt that he really couldn't hold on, so he wanted to choose a suitable successor as soon as possible.

Now that Ding Chunqiu is dead, although the eldest disciple's talent is mediocre, it is better to find another person with high talent in the future, than to let the inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect fall into the hands of outsiders.

He knew that Lin Lang was the right envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Sect, if he passed the headship to Lin Lang, wouldn't the Xiaoyao Sect become a vassal of the Sun Moon Demon Sect?

In that case, the Xiaoyao faction will be ruined. What face will he have to meet the master after his death?

Lin Lang put his hands behind his back: "Wu Yazi, you made a mistake. It's not that I'm begging for your Xiaoyao faction's martial arts inheritance, but you're begging me not to let the Xiaoyao faction's inheritance be cut off."

When he went out to do things, he never returned empty-handed.

Although killing Ding Chunqiu has already gained a lot of benefits, but if you can get more, why not?

Wu Yazi was furious: "Junior, do you think that the old man can let you do whatever he wants without being able to move!"

His sleeves suddenly flicked up, this is also a unique skill of his leisurely school, cold sleeves flicking acupoints.

Being swept by his sleeve, the blood will flow backwards, and the whole body will become stiff.

He has been unable to move for these years, and this technique has already been practiced to perfection, and he even wants to break through again, reaching a state that has never been seen before or since.

With a sweep of Lin Lang's sword, he cut Wu Yazi's sleeve at a strange angle.

But what surprised him was that Wu Yazi's sleeves were not broken.

"Junior, the old man's sleeves are not so easy to cut off."

Although he has been handicapped these years, he has never stopped practicing martial arts.

He had to kill Lin Lang today, otherwise Lin Lang would leave, and his only remaining disciple Su Xinghe would surely die, then the inheritance of his Xiaoyao Sect would really be cut off.

Lin Lang also wanted to try how strong Wu Yazi was, but after a few tricks, he was a little disappointed.

Although Wu Yazi was very strong in martial arts, but after his spine was shattered and paralyzed, he couldn't display much martial arts all over his body, relying only on his two sleeves, it couldn't sharpen him at all.

"Wu Yazi, I've had enough fun, break!"

A sword was slashed down hard, and the tyrannical true energy was attached to the sword, and Wu Yazi's sleeve instantly shattered into fragments.