Compared to the whole audience who was impressed by Murong Xiu's high integrity and noble sentiments, Xin Zhuo's mentality was very stable.
He felt that this Young Master Murong was a bit strange. He was full of blood, but if there was none, he was at a very high level, a little higher than himself. He looked like a seventh-grade person, but he seemed very weak.
I don’t know whether this kind of person is strong or weak, but things have developed according to the bad side he imagined - breaking the pot and breaking things, unwilling to give in.
If not, it will cause a chain reaction of people at the foot of the mountain and lead to a collective boycott.
Therefore, this battle must be fought.
After thinking about it for ten seconds, he decided to give it a try: "Okay, if you lose, Miss Su's criminal code will be increased by ten more!"
There was a sudden commotion below the peak.
Mr. Murong was very calm, with a smile on his lips: "Okay!"
Then, with his body like a shocked dragon, his brocade robes fluttering, he stabbed out a sword, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, and a horse hanging in the air. The sound of the sword was clear and deafening, like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger.
The air around him was buzzing, and the piercing and dazzling sword energy rushed in all directions.
One person and one sword, flying across the sky, it is fascinating!
"A sword sweeps the sky!"
"good!"
Under the peak, a mountain roared like a tsunami.
Xin Zhuo's mind was a little wandering, and he couldn't understand what kind of ghost sword skills this guy had. How could his sword energy be released?
Now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.
"The messy and confusing dog-like knife skills!"
He also reported the moves, holding the sword in his right hand, performing the light skill of "Flying in the Sky", facing the sword, and slashing horizontally with the sword.
A messy dress, a broken knife, a ruined reputation, and ugly movements!
A brocade robe, a famous sword, a stunning look, and a beautiful appearance!
The contrast is very sharp!
Everyone's eyes followed the two figures.
"when!"
The harsh sound of weapons clashing echoed in all directions.
Xin Zhuo landed heavily and took three steps back. The linen clothes on his body had been cut with more than ten large and small cracks.
On the other hand, Murong Xiu's brocade clothes fluttered like a piece of rag, flying upside down. He spurted out a mouthful of blood while he was in mid-air, his sword fell, his hair was messy, and his grace suddenly disappeared.
"boom!"
He fell down the steps and slid down the steps face down, feeling indescribable embarrassment.
The whole place was deathly quiet!
Anyone with or without eyes can see that Mr. Murong was defeated!
The good young master who was in the second seventh level and was famous all over the world was defeated so miserably!
The little thief Xin Zhuo, who was at the eighth level, jumped up and defeated the seventh level. How simple was his victory?
This situation of getting beaten as hard as a good start is really unacceptable.
As for Su Miaojin, who was watching helplessly, the sparkle in her eyes that was originally lost disappeared little by little again.
"The majesty of the master!"
After realizing it, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi and others raised their arms and shouted, unable to hide the pride on their faces.
Xin Zhuo leaned on the sword and frowned slightly. This Murong Xiu was still quite strong. His realm was one level higher. He was unscathed by his mutated sword skills. The key was that he could release his sword energy, which was equivalent to a master sword leading a group of people. This is the first time I have seen the small sword buff after traveling for so long. If the opponent were stronger, I might be the one who loses!
And at the bottom of the peak, seeing Murong Xiu walking down the steps and lying on the ground in a big shape, everyone hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Murong, are you okay?"
Murong Xiu waved his hand to stop him from approaching, stood up gracefully, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth calmly, still with a warm smile on his face: "As you said, this thief is indeed very strong. I have to admit that he is a capable person, but he is not very capable. Many, in terms of martial arts, he is definitely inferior to me, let me try again!"
With that said, he climbed up the steps gracefully again, as if nothing had happened.
When he reached the top of the mountain, he smiled gently: "I'm here again, I'm Murong Xiu, Murong Xiu is as beautiful as jade!"
Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose: "Miss Su Miaojin has accumulated twenty-two criminal laws. Are you sure you want to try again? If you try again and you lose, you will get ten more!"
"It's just ten points, no problem!" Murong Xiu waved his sleeves and said calmly.
Of course it's okay for you, it's not you who is being tortured. Su Miaojin breathed quickly for a while and simply closed her eyes.
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Okay!"
Murong Xiu said calmly: "However, this time there will be no competition of force!"
"Then what's the competition?" Xin Zhuo was surprised.
"Talk with each other! If I win, I will erase all the torture on Miss Su!"
"Hand talk? Go? I don't have any here!"
"I have!"
Murong Xiu waved his hand, and a beautiful maid in green clothes at the foot of the mountain twisted her waist and brought a large game of chess.
"The boss!" Cui Ying'er and others looked at Xin Zhuo.
Go is something that only scholars can play, but how can a bandit play it? I have never heard of the boss playing Go, which is a bit bullying.
Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop him. He also became a little bit more competitive. In his previous life, he was pressed to the ground, rubbed and beaten by the park uncle and his teacher. His Go skills were better than the ones above and below. I don’t know how skilled the people here are. His hands were itchy and unbearable. Immortal, Su Miaojin is in his own hands. If he loses, he will cheat. I am a bandit. What should I be afraid of?
"bring it on!"
"readily!"
The chessboard was placed on the ground, and the two of them sat cross-legged, with Xin Zhuo holding the black one and Murong Xiu holding the white one.
Baizi goes first.
The surroundings were silent for a moment, except for the snapping sound of pieces falling on the chessboard.
At the foot of the peak, those who have mastered Qing Qing Kung Fu have climbed up the big tree and are watching from a high position. Those who do not know Qing Qing Kung Fu can only stand on tiptoes and stretch their necks, trying to get some clues from their body language and movements. .
On the peak, Cui Ying'er and the other five people looked surprised. Why did the boss refuse everyone who came today? Just go around the chessboard and look at it. If you don't understand it, you can at most tell whose piece is placed better.
Even Su Miaojin, who had a knife pressed against her neck, opened her eyes and watched intently. Talking with hands is the most common casual game among nobles, and she is also a master among her close friends.
But when I saw it, I felt something was wrong. Murong Xiu was a master. And Xin Zhuo does know how to play, but it is a skillful move, but... there is always a hint of weirdness.
After two sticks of incense.
"Dragon slaying! You lose!"
Xin Zhuo put down the last stone.
Su Miaojin breathed a sigh of relief. The gap was too big. Xin Zhuo's chess skills were just like his martial arts. It was very strange. He looked ahead and looked at five and six, always making moves in unexpected places. However, Murong Xiu looked forward and backward and fell behind. inferior.
Ten more tortures were added to his list, making it thirty-two!
"Impossible, impossible... what the hell are you doing..."
Murong Xiu's elegance was gone. He held up a chess piece, his eyes wandering, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Xin Zhuo remained silent, this is Mr. Park’s wild way of playing.
Murong Xiu sweated more and more on his forehead. After a long time, he regained his composure, smiled softly, and pushed the chess pieces around: "Your chess skills are only so-so. You still need to work hard. Why don't we..."
The dense crowd at the foot of the peak was instantly in an uproar. Was this a loss?
Xin Zhuo simply interrupted and refused: "Time is limited, only one round!"
"Ah, that's it..."
Murong Xiu was not annoyed, he glanced at the sun as if unintentionally, stood up and stretched out gracefully: "In that case, let's have another one, a competition of twenty tortures, I lost, Miss Su will add more Twenty points, if you win, erase them all, do you dare or not?"
The dark crowd at the foot of the peak was once again quiet, and the faces of many people had changed from nervous and excited to confused and entangled.
Su Miaojin's chest rose and fell again, her silver teeth clenched.
Xin Zhuo also opened his mind: "It's not a big problem. What are you playing? Tell me?"
"Chess! You will never lose in this game!"
"No!"
"I have!"
Murong Xiu clapped his hands, and another beautiful slave in white, twisting his waist and smiling brightly, carried the chessboard up the mountain.
