The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Having said that, Le Yi confessed to a big Confucian who played against Zhang Shen, but he walked towards Yifeng's chessboard.

"Le Yuan is making the shot himself?"

"I heard that the master of the music academy is best at the piano, and chess can only be ranked second, but he is a great sage after all, he must be much better than those great scholars!"

"Zhang Shen vs. Da Confucian, but Mr. Yi vs. Da Xian?"

"It's not fair!"

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There was a lot of unwillingness in the audience, but the two players had already sat down. Yi Feng didn't have the slightest timidity, but smiled faintly: "Ju Lu Academy, Daxian? Yi Feng has been looking forward to it for many years!"

After being polite to each other, Yi Feng began to settle down.

"Snapped!"

Two games of chess, officially entered the state of fighting chess.

Countless cultivators in the audience passed spells and saw the people on the stage, all attentively.

But Yan Chuan behind Yifeng looked at Sima Yuntian not far away.

At this moment, Sima Yuntian did not pay attention to the chessboard, but looked at the mouth of the mountain in the distance of the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar, and looked at Meng Ziqiu and others.

Sima Yuntian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if something was brewing.

In the distance, Meng Ziqiu looked at Mr. Wen Ruo behind Yan Chuan, with a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.

Wen Ruo looked at Meng Ziqiu, his face flashed with pain. The father and son are facing each other, but they are speechless for a while, and they are very unhappy in their hearts.

Across a large number of cultivators, Mr. Wen Ruo bowed solemnly towards Mencius.

No words, just bowed.

Seeing his son's attitude, Mencius sighed slightly with bitterness in his eyes.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"……………………

The sound of falling children continued.

"Accepted!" Zhang Shen won first. Won a battle for Sima Yuntian.

"Teacher!" Zhang Shen returned excitedly to report.

"Yeah!" Sima Yuntian nodded, his expression unchanged.

Zhang Shen returned to the 72nd Confucian team. Everyone looked at Yi Feng vs. Le Yi.

One is Mr. Yi, who has risen to fame two years ago and has not been defeated, and the other is Daxian of Julu Academy, the left courtyard is upright, and both sides have reached the top.

Although it was only a drop and no spells were poured in, a whirlwind was generated for no reason in the sky above the chessboard, which seemed to reflect the danger on the chessboard.

Yifeng settled quickly. Although his gaze was chaotic, his chess style was fierce. He seemed to be sitting on the battlefield, lined up, and groups of troops were killing Le Yi.

Le Yi is the most common style of chess in the spiritual world. He seems to be sitting in a sect, directing his disciples to make moves one after another.

One side is like an empire army, and the other is like a sect disciple.

It's like a rivalry between an empire and a sect. Either the sect suppressed the empire or the empire destroyed the sect.

"Kill!" "Roar!" "I am invincible!"............

Le Yi seemed to have heard thousands of troops come to kill. On the chessboard, although there are not many masters in the army, the army is upright and vigorous, like God's help! Every time the army is pressed, it can make the sect master unable to parry.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"………………

Le Yi's face became more and more ugly as he kept falling.

"The army goes straight in, all arrows are sent!" Yi Feng smiled slightly.

"Snapped!"

Another black spot fell, and suddenly the chessboard changed drastically. Le Yi, who was immersed in the chessboard, seemed to see that thousands of troops had gathered in front of the sect.

Following the command of Yifeng’s last son, thousands of arrows were sent straight to the crumbling sect, and thousands of troops and horses roared into the sect. The foundation of the door was instantly collapsed to the ground by thousands of troops!

"Snapped!"

The chess piece in Le Yi's hand was crushed by himself. It collapsed, the empire army had already wiped out the sect, and the rest was scattered remnants. This game of chess cannot be played.

"Le Yi has been taught!" Le Yi got up and bowed slightly.

"Carry!" Yi Feng also smiled and got up to pay the courtesy.

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