Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

"Old thief! Hmph, so what if I called him an old thief when I dared to knock him off the cliff? Do you think he can crawl out of hell and clean house?"

Seeing Ding Chunqiu's smug and fearless expression, Su Xinghe narrowed his eyes, sneered, and looked at the crowd: "Everyone, this Zhenlong Chess Game was created by my late master after three years of painstaking effort. He hoped that a knowledgeable person who was proficient in the way of chess could solve it. Unfortunately, Ding Chunqiu, this traitor, attacked and murdered his master, and he never met a chess master."

Today, I, an old man, have displayed this chess game in order to help my late master fulfill this wish. I wonder if any talented player would like to step forward and demonstrate their skills?

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu was overjoyed.

The Xiaoyao Sect has not been well-known in the martial arts world in recent years, but since Su Xinghe is Ding Chunqiu's senior brother, how weak can the Xiaoyao Sect be?

If I can solve the puzzle and gain the favor of the carefree faction, it will definitely be helpful to the cause of restoring the country.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward first: "Senior Su, let me give it a try."

Su Xinghe smiled and nodded: "Please!"

Murong Fu, wanting to show off, didn't approach the chessboard but stood a few meters away, waving his palm.

A white chess piece flew out and landed steadily on the board.

"Just play chess, why show off your martial arts skills? Do you really think your Murong family is as famous as the 'Star Shift' technique when it comes to chess?"

When it comes to playing chess, our boss is the real master!

With a rough shout, four more people arrived; they were none other than the Four Villains, notorious figures in the martial arts world.

Duan Yanqing is utterly wicked, Ye Erniang is wicked in every way, Yue Laosan is fierce and evil, and Yun Zhonghe is extremely vicious.

These four men were notorious and highly skilled in martial arts.

Normally, Murong Fu would never want to be their enemy.

But he was showing off his martial arts skills to win Su Xinghe's favor, so how could he tolerate being ridiculed like this by Yue Laosan?

He couldn't help but say coldly, "Then I shall have to experience the chess skills of the Four Evils."

"Sure!" Duan Yanqing said without moving his mouth, his voice hoarse.

With a light tap of his cane, a burst of power shot out, knocking a black chess piece into the chessboard.

His One-Finger Divine Skill was even more advanced than Murong Fu's palm strikes, and his moves were exquisite.

Everyone present couldn't help but sigh inwardly: they never expected that Duan Yanqing, despite his physical disability and ugly appearance, would be so skilled at chess.

Murong Fu, eager to regain his dignity, urged the white pieces to join the game.

The two played faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, they had played more than twenty moves. When Duan Yanqing placed his last piece, Murong Fu was immediately in a desperate situation.

"This game of chess is incredibly profound, and it is unlikely that anyone in the world could solve it. Even two people who are proficient in chess could only manage a draw at best."

It's a pity that Young Master Murong's skill level is too low; he only dares to linger on the periphery and lacks any courage to advance, which is why I was able to gain a slight advantage.

Duan Yanqing glanced at him, his eyes full of mockery.

He was originally the Crown Prince Yanqing of the Dali Kingdom, a man of both literary and martial talents, but he was overthrown and ended up like this today.

Despite his physical disability, he remained proud and disdainful of Murong Fu's chess skills.

However, when these words reached Murong Fu's ears, they made him tremble. His mind kept replaying the two phrases: "Only dares to linger on the periphery, lacking any courage to make progress."

For a moment, it felt as if he had fallen into a battlefield between two armies, and was being slaughtered by the enemy.

Then he thought of how Yue Zhuoqun had stolen his Murong family's martial arts, and how he dared not take revenge because of Yue Zhuoqun's superior strength, which made him feel even more dejected.

"I have wasted my efforts, yet I lack the courage to contend for the Central Plains. Is the great cause of restoring the country ultimately just an empty dream? It is fate, what more can I say?"

He suddenly yelled and drew his longsword, slashing it towards his throat.

Bang!

A chess piece flew by, knocking his longsword away, but Su Xinghe stopped him at the crucial moment.

"It's just playing chess, why risk your life?"

Although he said that, his eyes were filled with utter disappointment.

Initially, I had high hopes for Murong Fu because he was good-looking and came from the Murong family of Gusu.

This is the result of their character; they are incapable of shouldering great responsibilities!

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Yue Zhuoqun: "Young master, would you like to step forward and give it a try?"

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

He was highly skilled in martial arts, but his chess skills were only above average, not even as good as Duan Yanqing's.

However, it is not difficult to deduce that the solution to the Zhenlong Chess Game lies in the key move that leads to self-destruction.

After a moment of thought, he picked up a white piece and placed it in the center. In an instant, most of the pieces committed suicide.

"Haha, does he even know how to play chess? Isn't this suicide?" Someone couldn't help but laugh when they saw this move.

But once the dead piece is played, the situation immediately changes.

White moves from a stalemate to an advantage.

Su Xinghe's eyes widened, his beard trembling with excitement, and he picked up a black piece to continue the game.

However, the situation had changed, and even though Yue Zhuoqun's chess skills were not high, he quickly secured the victory.

"Haha, young master, you are indeed the person I have been waiting for for a long time."

Su Xinghe laughed heartily, threw down the chess piece in his hand, and pointed to the bamboo house behind him: "Please come inside, young master."

"Wait a minute."

Ding Chunqiu blocked his way: "Su Xinghe, what's in this bamboo house?"

Chapter 139 Wu Yazi

Help Wuyazi find a kindred spirit to solve the Zhenlong Chess Puzzle and fulfill his long-cherished wish.

This might fool others, but Ding Chunqiu didn't believe it at all.

He knocked Wuyazi off a cliff and then beat Su Xinghe so badly that Su Xinghe had no choice but to dismiss his eight disciples and pretend to be deaf and blind for thirty years.

Today, I've set up a sophisticated chess game; I'm not even pretending to be deaf and mute anymore.

How could he not guess that Su Xinghe was plotting to help Wuyazi take revenge?

Su Xinghe's martial arts skills were lacking, and if he wanted to take revenge, he could only rely on the help of others. Now that Yue Zhuoqun was allowed to enter the bamboo house alone, he immediately became vigilant.

"Senior brother, could there be some martial arts manuals hidden in that bamboo house?"

Ding Chunqiu thought about it more and more and felt that this was the case.

He was well aware of the mysteries of the Northern Darkness Divine Art: it could absorb the enemy's power and use it for his own purposes without any hidden dangers.

His initial ambush on Wuyazi was motivated by a desire to seize the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find it in the end, so they could only refer to the Lesser Formless Skill and combine it with poison skills to create a Dissolving Skill.

If someone obtains the Northern Darkness Divine Art and increases their strength by absorbing the internal energy of others, they could reach a point where they can threaten oneself within two years.

The young man in front of him was already quite skilled in martial arts, so he dared not let him succeed.

Su Xinghe's face darkened, and he jumped down from the rock: "Young friend, please go into the bamboo house. This old man will stop Ding Chunqiu."

Since it concerns Wu Yazi's inheritance, he is willing to risk his life to delay until Yue Zhuoqun has finished receiving the internal energy.

Just as he was about to attack Ding Chunqiu, Yue Zhuoqun stopped him:

"No need for such trouble. I'll deal with Ding Chunqiu first before going into the bamboo house."

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Young man, you're quite arrogant. Your skill of pulling people from a distance was impressive, but how could it be a match for the Old Immortal's Great Art of Dissolving Power? The bamboo house contains the inheritance of the Free and Unfettered Sect, and you have no right to touch it."

Before he finished speaking, he had already swung his feather fan, and his powerful internal force, mixed with a fishy stench, struck towards Yue Zhuoqun's chest.

The martial arts of the Free and Unfettered School are exquisite, powerful, and graceful.

Ding Chunqiu incorporated poison techniques into his martial arts, making them even more ruthless, while maintaining his graceful movements without altering his style.

But Yue Zhuoqun possessed numerous unique skills, so how could he possibly take his methods seriously?

With a raised hand, spiraling internal force coiled between his five fingers, and the poisonous internal force was dispersed the moment it touched Ding Chunqiu's attack.

Ding Chunqiu's pupils contracted as he realized that this move was the same as the one used by A Zhu, only it was more than ten times more sophisticated and powerful.

His mind raced, realizing that the young man's martial arts skills far exceeded his expectations. He immediately abandoned his contempt and began to strike and parry, aiming at Yue Zhuoqun's vital points.

In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed seven moves, so fast that no one could keep up.

However, Yue Zhuoqun clapped his fingers together, using them as a sword, and instantly broke through all seven of his moves.

He felt a sharp pain in his palm as the sword energy gathered on Yue Zhuoqun's sword fingers pierced his hand, leaving two bloody holes.

"The Duan family of Dali, the Six Meridians Divine Sword!"

Ding Chunqiu was trembling with fear, never expecting that Yue Zhuoqun would possess this martial art.

Fear arises in one's heart, and the instinctive reaction is to retreat.

But Yue Zhuoqun's hand suddenly reached out and tightly gripped his arm.

hum!