He let out a long breath.
The ruddy color on his face had just dissipated little by little.
The flames dissipated, and Xu Zimo's eyes were as bright as a torch.
"This Zhu Rong technique is really overbearing," Xu Zimo said to himself.
As soon as he exhaled, a stream of white air followed the eight extraordinary meridians and came out of his mouth.
Looking up again, the sky outside has become brighter.
Xu Zimo got out of bed and opened the door. The flame tree was still burning.
And in the courtyard, there was someone sitting at some point.
The young man is sitting in the pavilion, holding a black chess piece in his right hand and a white chess piece in his left hand, playing chess with himself.
"Good morning, brother," the young man said with a smile.
"Morning," Xu Zimo yawned and replied calmly.
"Brother, what's next?" The young man stretched out his hand and asked.
Xu Zimo smiled and sat down next to him.
"Chess is like life, brother comes first," the young man replied.
"The white chess piece is like a dragon. The dragon moves in the sky and the snake lies on the ground." Xu Zimo's white chess piece moves forward and moves through the palace grid.
"The black chess moves around the queen, and the snake swallows the dragon," the young man made another move.
"The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant. If the elephant doesn't know it, let alone the dragon."
"A snake has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years and can transform into a python or a dragon. Why not?"
The two of them were talking faster and faster, and the Othello moves in their hands were getting faster and faster.
Soon, the entire chessboard was filled with chess pieces.
Xu Zimo played chess again and landed in the middle of the main palace.
"Both dragons and snakes can fly to the nine heavens, but I am the sky. Dragons and snakes are nothing more than objects in the palm of my hand."
The chess piece fell, and the entire chessboard's original aura of killing suddenly changed.
The white chess pieces surround the black chess pieces, like a dragon swallowing a snake.
"You lost," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"Thank you for your advice, brother," the young man stood up, cupped his hands and smiled.
"You came here just to play chess with me?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It was originally a challenge, but I have already lost the game, so I have no words to challenge again," the young man said with a smile.
"That's why I said goodbye."
The young man left and the figure walked halfway.
He suddenly stopped and said: "By the way, by the way, that friend of yours has been challenged.
You can go and have a look. "
"Xie Changliu?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I don't know the name," the young man shrugged and said, "It's on the battlefield of the academy."
Looking at the young man's leaving figure, Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
No matter where he goes, there are always people who want to challenge his bottom line with their ignorance.
He left the courtyard and walked toward the battlefield, asking questions.
The battlefield of the Seventh Seminary was not difficult to find. After walking for more than ten minutes, Xu Zimo saw a very luxurious hall in front.
There is a plaque hanging high above the main hall.
There are two big characters "fighting intention" engraved on it.
You can feel the fighting spirit bursting out from there.
On the door, there are two handles with lion heads.
A faint roar of a lion came from it.
Before entering the battlefield, Xu Zimo had already heard loud shouts from inside.
He grabbed the two lion head handles with both hands and pulled hard. The originally closed door was pulled down and thrown to the side.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw an aisle in front of him.
On both sides were rows of weapon racks, with various swords, guns and clubs placed on them.
He walked straight down the aisle, his view widening ahead.
This battlefield is a place for competition, just like its name, it is a real battlefield.
It's so vast here that there's no end in sight.
There is only endless yellow sand and numerous bones buried underneath.
This place was probably a real battlefield once, but now it has been renovated by the Seventh Seminary.
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"Fight, good fight."
"Sangui, don't lose to others. We can't afford to lose face like this."
Not far away, a very noisy sound came.
Yelling and heckling.
Xu Zimo walked over looking for the voice, and from a distance, he saw hundreds of students wearing white robes gathered around.
He walked in quickly and squeezed through the crowd.
I saw two people fighting in the circle surrounded by these students.
One of them is a fat young man, holding a meteor hammer and having infinite strength.
The other person was Xie Changliu.
Xie Changliu was obviously a little weak and injured in many places all over his body, but his eyes were like swords, and the sword intent around him became more and more fierce.
Xu Zimo looked next to him and saw that several students were seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood.
Xu Zimo understood clearly that these people were probably fighting Xie Changliu in wheel battles.
If this continues, sooner or later Xie Changliu won't be able to hold on for a few more rounds, and he won't be able to hold on any longer.
After all, everyone present is the proud son of Seventh Seminary.
Although Xie Changliu himself is not weak, he has not yet become an emperor after all. Beings like Hong Yu before him are no longer something he can contend with.
The young man named Sangui danced his meteor hammer vigorously.
Although Xie Changliu was outmatched in strength and retreated even though he was fighting, his eyes were like swords, staring closely at the young man's movements.
"What? Are you just going to be a coward?" Sangui laughed.
"If you want me to see it, you might as well admit defeat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Changliu's eyes narrowed and he shouted loudly, "Hit."
The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, wrapping around the meteor hammer and piercing the young man's abdomen fiercely.
"You...," the young man looked at Xie Changliu in disbelief.
"You are too careless. You are distracted by fighting and talking to me," Xie Changliu said lightly.
"I don't accept it, let's fight again," Sangui couldn't accept it and shouted.
"If it hadn't been a competition just now, I'm afraid you would have been a corpse," Xie Changliu stood up with his sword and said calmly.
"You..." Na Sangui wanted to say something else, but was stopped by the voice next to him.
"Stay back, I'm willing to admit defeat," a young man walked out.
The young man wore a simple blue robe with the mark of the sun on his forehead.
His eyes held an aura of calmness and authority.
It can be seen that he has a high prestige among this group of people, so the young man named Sangui obediently retreated.
"The name of the Sword God is indeed well-deserved. These incompetent juniors like mine are indeed no match for you," the young man said with a smile.
"Xiatian Yiqing, could you please give me some advice?"
When the young man said this, there was no movement around.
Perhaps these students also realize that winning this kind of wheel battle is not honorable.
But they can't afford to lose.
Xie Changliu's hand holding the sword tightened a little, and he knew his situation.
No longer able to fight, the battle will be lost.
But the swordsman's pride and swordsmanship do not allow him to retreat.
"Zhan," Xie Changliu shouted softly.
The tone was stern, with a sonorous and powerful echo.
"Changliu, take a rest," Xu Zimo's laughter came from the crowd.
Everyone turned to look and saw Xu Zimo slowly walking out with a smile on his face.
"If you want to ask for advice, how about I practice with you?"
