But having said that, this must not be blamed for him, because from beginning to end, the moon god has not taught him to play chess, and he has not inherited the a little bit of the chess god, nor is it embarrassed to the ancestor.

"So horrible understanding."

Nantian's true person is nothing on the surface, but it is more than once in his heart, because every next, the chess skills of this generation are superb or two, and there are so a few steps, even he ca n’t be caught off guard.

That's right.

Zhao Gongzi was studying, and regarded Nantian real person as a grinding stone, and lost it again and again. If you haven't grown a little, the moon god will not slap him to death.

Practicing is a cultivation or a monk. How much can you realize?

As for his understanding, it is horrible.

As early as the world, Moon God gave judges that this kid is a good seedlings.

Unconsciously, the night has come.

The game between the two did not end.

Look at the eyes of Nan Tian Tian's naive people, which is a lot deeper than before. From the first two hundred steps, he will kill the boy. At this point, he learns that he can do everything.

Then two or three innings, the winning is quite strenuous.

Also, the chess books in this little immortal seem to be very evil! Every time in the predicament, when you look at it, there is a way to crack, which makes him curious.

He wanted to look at it, and he was dazzled more than once.

In other words, there are a lot of prohibitions in the book, and you are isolated.

These are made by Zhao Gongzi in advance. I want to read my books. There is no door. Although this is a prop, it is still very practical for flickering people.

8. Nine. Day.

Quietly.

The two are also interesting, and they are addicted to chess.

It's early morning.

Nantian real person hand -handled chess pieces, and it has not fallen for a long time.

In this game, they have been in three days and three nights, and they are really at the juncture of life and death.

"Old man ... lost."

Nantian's real person smiled awkwardly, and the son in his hand was not put on the chessboard, because no matter where he was, he could not break the dead game.

This is him, the first time he lost to a younger generation.

And, it's still a little fairy.

At this moment, even Kong Sheng, who did not come to the world, showed a surprise color. Looking at Zhao Yun's eyes, it changed.

"Thank you for mercy."

Zhao Yun arched his hand and exhaled it in private.

In order to win the nanta nanta, to make a death bureau for the old man, he has been racking his brains for three days and three nights.

Give your own return.

He finally pulled back.

"Let's go back and rest first, and fight again in the next day."

Nantian's naive people laughed, but they could afford it.

The post -life can be awesome.

He is also pleased.

"Declares about the junior." Zhao Yun got up and turned away, and turned to leave.

"Little friend." Nantian's nanta called, and in the following words, he was quite embarrassed, "Can your chess book be used to see it."

"My Master said, the book can not show people casually." Zhao Yunkou said, but the two eyes stared at the soul -hearted peach tree.

Jiang is old -fashioned. How could Nantian real person couldn't see his thoughts, and immediately brush his hands, took two fairy peaches, and laughed, "Little little gift, send it to your family teacher."

"This ... how are you so embarrassed."

Zhao Yun laughed, and Ma Hui took over Xian Tao.

After that, his so -called chess book was stuffed to Nantian live man on the spot.

"Then Xie Xiaoyou gave gifts."

Nantian real person is polite and takes it up.

Xu couldn't hold curiosity, and when he opened on the spot, when he looked up, Zhao Yun's trace was no longer seen.

"If Xiuer is still there, it will boast about me."

On the mountain trail, the Zhao Yunren is full of happy events.

After playing in the middle of the night, after studying for more than half a month, he also performed for more than half a month. He finally flickered two peaches. Looking back, he was an inspirational history of a good young man!

"Zhao Zilong ... Come and fight."

When I was walking, I heard a violent drink, mixed with the power of the Yuanshen, and even far apart, I could clearly hear it. It was the voice of Liangqiu. Zhao Yun could hear it for a moment.

He practiced again.

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Chapter completed!