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However, before he got close to Cui Zhongshi.

A terrifying dark cloud landed on his head.

Xiao Ping'an's face changed. Swish, Xiao Li's flying knife dispersed the dark cloud.

Just when he was about to kick Cui Zhongshi.

Cui Zhongshi had disappeared.

Where did he go?

It seemed that he sensed something.

Xiao Ping'an looked up suddenly.

He found that Cui Zhongshi had already reached his head.

Want to run!

No way.

A ferocious murderous intent flashed in Xiao Ping'an's eyes, and he took a step and soared into the sky like a cannonball.

However.

When he reached a certain height, about 20 meters.

A brilliant starlight flashed.

Bang.

Xiao Ping'an felt as if he was pressed down by a huge mountain, and his body fell to the opposite side.

Bang.

A big hole was smashed on the ground.

Dust and smoke rose.

The air was filled with a burnt smell.

Feeling hot all over, Xiao Ping'an couldn't help but look up.

His face showed a look of horror.

I saw Cui Zhongshi standing above his head, with a serious face, and two chess boxes floating in front of him, with white and black chess pieces inside.

Looking around, he found that he seemed to be trapped on a chessboard.

The power of stars appeared vaguely around him.

"Hahaha, kid, this is the star chessboard of my Cui family's formation, how does it taste?"

"Xiao Ping'an, this time, you are dead."

"You are looking for death."

"Before, the old patriarch asked you to leave, but you didn't. Now you are going to die."

"..."

A group of Cui family members sneered.

Is this the strength of an eighth-grade scholar?

It's really strong.

Xiao Ping'an's face turned pale, covering his chest, muttering.

Although the practitioners of the Confucian Way are not as good as the martial artists in the early stage, the later they go, the stronger they become.

After all, anyone in the world can practice martial arts, but it is much more difficult for those who are suitable for the Confucian Way.

Lei Tong and Huang Ba Ba Tian watched the battle between Xiao Ping An and the old prime minister nervously. Others may not know, but they definitely know that the old prime minister cheated in this duel.

First, this is the imperial city. Because of the blessing of the national destiny, the old prime minister's cultivation can be raised by one level. Originally, the eighth level can burst out with the power comparable to the ninth level.

Second, this is the Cui family, with the blessing of the Cui family's formation.

Under these two advantages.

Even if Xiao Ping An is a monster, even if he gets a saint's power from the master, he can't beat the old prime minister. The saint's power is really powerful. If the master uses it, I am afraid that just a trace can break the Cui family's formation and take the old prime minister's life.

The problem is that Xiao Ping'an's cultivation of the Way of Literature is too weak. The power of the saint in his hand is like a gun in the hands of a three-year-old child. It can't play any vital role at all.

If Xiao Ping'an can survive today.

The two can foresee that in ten years.

He will definitely become a terrifying figure that everyone fears.

But, the same thing.

Only geniuses who grow up are geniuses. Those who can't grow up are just garbage, loess, and bones. Who cares? This made the two people compare Xiao Ping'an with the most amazing person in Daqian, Guanjun Hou.

Guanjun Hou, Zhao Xiao.

He is also twenty years old.

His cultivation is more terrifying than Xiao Ping'an's seventh-grade martial arts. He has already reached the ninth-grade master level.

...

In addition, he has a master named Zhuge Wuhou.

He learned the "divine calculation" and "no omissions" of Tianjimen.

Not long ago, Guanjun Hou was ordered to suppress bandits, and he even eliminated hundreds of bandits in Qingzhou Province, which was a world-renowned name.

If the two of them fought, who would win? If someone asked such a question before, they would say Guanjun Hou without hesitation. After all, Guanjun Hou has been a genius since he was three years old.

At the age of three, he has already stepped into the threshold of a ninth-grade warrior.

And what about Xiao Ping'an?

This guy was probably still wetting his pants when he was three years old.

But...

Looking at Xiao Ping'an's resolute face, like a rock, Lei Tong and Huang Batian shook their heads at the same time.

Two young men.

Who is stronger and who is better?

It's hard to say.

Guanjun Hou, who is that? He is the nephew of Emperor Jing. He has obtained a lot of resources since he was a child, and he is taught by the famous teacher Zhuge Wuhou. But what about Xiao Ping'an? Although he is Xiao Zhan's son, when he was born, Xiao Zhan was just a small general in Daqian, far from being the invincible general who would later conquer the world..

Everyone knows that if you want to achieve great success in the path of cultivation, you must lay a good foundation from childhood.

You can say that.

When Xiao Ping'an was young, he had no resources to lay a foundation for martial arts. Cultivation is like building a house. The construction of the foundation is extremely important. Whether a house is solid or not does not depend on how exquisite the decoration is or how good the materials are, but on how solid the foundation is.

In addition, Xiao Zhan has eight sons.

In addition, the Xiao family only rose to prominence with Xiao Zhan's generation, which can be said to be a poor family among poor families.

It is simply not comparable to those families that have been operating for three generations, six generations, nine generations... thirty-six generations, etc.

So.

It is conceivable how many resources will fall on Xiao Ping'an.

Star chessboard.

The sky is the chessboard and the earth is the chess pieces.

The chessboard is full of murderous intent.

There were extremely terrifying attacks in the sky and on the ground. For those on the chessboard, it can be said that there was no way to go up to the sky and no way to go down to the ground.

All kinds of wind, rain, thunder and lightning attacks were all bombarded towards Xiao Pingan.

…

Cui family.

Starlight was everywhere and scattered.

Xiao Pingan's body quickly shuttled back and forth in the square space of the star disk.

Avoiding all kinds of strange and magical attacks.

In the air.

The breeze blew up Cui Zhongshi's purple robe.

In his hand, chess pieces kept falling.

Sometimes black.

Sometimes white.

The chess pieces fell, like a god.

Boom boom boom,

Suddenly, balls of fire appeared.

Rushed towards Xiao Pingan.

"Xiao Ping'an, I'll give you a chance to live. As long as you agree, this matter will be settled. In the future, if you don't cause trouble to the Cui family, I will spare your life."

Looking at Xiao Ping'an hiding in a miserable state, with more and more wounds on his body, Cui Zhongxin's eyes moved slightly and he spoke.

"Hmph, I don't need the sympathy of my enemies."

"Why are you doing this? Is it so difficult to take a step back?"

"Today, the Cui family kills me, I retreat. Tomorrow, the Li family kills me, I retreat again. Tomorrow, the Yang family kills me, I retreat too. Hehe~ Then I will become a turtle." Xiao Ping'an sneered.

It's not that he doesn't want to retreat, but he understands that retreating is useless.

In his position.

It's useless to admit defeat. For his enemies, only when he dies.

will they be completely at ease.

"The child cannot be taught."

Cui Zhongshi shook his head.

Reached out his hand.

Countless forces gathered on the white chess piece in his hand.

Still wanting to make a move.

Suddenly.

A blue light actually penetrated the chessboard and rushed to him.

Swish.

A knife flashed cold, as sharp as a sword, as white as snow.

Puff.

It stabbed directly into Cui Zhongshi's chest.

It was the same place where he was injured before.

Suddenly.

The wound that had already recovered split again.

With a bang.

Cui Zhongshi's body fell to the ground.

The chessboard disappeared.

A leopard-shaped jade seal fell to the ground.

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