Chess pieces are getting closer and closer to the chessboard.

On the chessboard, chess pieces with black and white suddenly flickered, forming a whirlpool airflow.

The ten feet of space with the chessboard as the center is as motionless as a rock, but ten feet away, winds and clouds are surging, and power fluctuations swept and rolled like waves in the ocean.

The face of the Great Sage of the Corpse Clan changed, and his pupils burst out with bright light. He tried his best to release the holy energy, and squirted out like a black waterfall.

Those whirlpool airflows, when they encounter strong, knocked the white chess piece away, and counterattacked the chest of the Great Sage of the Corpse Clan, making him fly out.

"Bang!"

Chess piece fell to the ground.

After the Great Sage of the Corpse Clan stabilized his body, he glanced at the chess pieces that were spinning on the ground, and then looked at the chess table that was still hanging upside down. He no longer had any intention of contempt and said "Awesome".

Then, he left straight and continued to climb Xingtian Cliff!

The remaining monks from all sides looked at each other and naturally saw the clues.

"Old sir, that's wrong with you! We all know that your cultivation is strong. If you fight with your mental power, who can put the chess piece on it?" said the young Taoist priest with white faceless face.

"That's right! If it's a battle of cultivation, we will not be your opponent."

"Mr. Your cultivation is really unfathomable."

...

The girl in blue showed displeasure and said, "You can see it carefully. My grandfather did not use his mental power to fight. It is because the chess game itself is in line with the way of heaven, and the chess pieces form their own field. If you want to make a move into the chessboard, you have to show your real skills."

"The chess game is in line with the way of heaven? I still don't believe it!"

A demon demigod with a furry beast-headed head as big as a water tank strode forward, like a hill, exhaling like thunder, and one left pedaled out and landed heavily on the chess stage.

"boom!"

The strong holy energy forms a violent hurricane.

But the chess table does not move at all.

The demon tribe's demigod exclaimed in surprise, his body reversed, and another right whip leg slashed down diagonally.

Everyone saw that the demon god wanted to shoot down the chess table to the ground first and then place the chess pieces.

"Bang!"

The third blow is used to hit the left jab.

The fist force was like a chaotic bottle, bombarding heavily on the side of the chess table, and the sound was deafening.

The chess stand was set in space, and instead shook the demon tribe's demigods out.

The demon god stopped attacking, looked at the old man in Confucian robe, showed a reverence, bowed and then left silently.

"Master, it's really a master. Senior, please tell me quickly. How can I put the chess piece on the chessboard?" The displeasure on the young Taoist priest's face disappeared completely, and his eyes were full of respect.

The monks present all showed a look of listening carefully.

Such a master is probably a god, which makes them awe.

The breeze blew his sleeves, and the old man in Confucian robe smiled faintly: "These chess pieces on the chessboard do form their own fields. However, as long as there is a field, there must be a weak position."

A great spiritual saint wearing the robe of the formation master said, "From the younger generation, it is not that simple. If you make a move from top to bottom, you only need to find the weaknesses of the field. With our cultivation, you should be able to do it. However, if you make a move from bottom to top, you must also fight against the heavenly power. Relying on the terrain, even the gods may not be able to do it."

The old man in Confucian robe admitted frankly and said, "That's right, the field strength formed by the chess game is formed from bottom to top. Even a great god should not be able to do it."

All the monks present sighed, feeling that the other party was playing with them.

Even gods are in their eyes, they are unattainable. As for great gods, each one is the overlord of the universe. They can not only determine the fate of hundreds of millions of people, but also easily kill gods.

"Let's go! Let's go! The old man's problem is not something we can do."

Everyone left one after another.

"The position of the move is very particular, and it is related to the endgame on the chessboard."

Bai Qing'er's eyes looked at the chessboard for a while and said, "The white chess's hand should be seventh to thirteenth."

When she said this, she picked up the chess piece on the ground and walked straight towards the chess platform.

The chess piece was pinched between two slender jade fingers, without any fancy, and pressed straight to the intersection of the two lines.

A powerful repulsive energy burst out on the chessboard.

Only one inch away from the chess piece is left, the vortex energy formed in the field triggers the rules of heaven and earth, and divides the surrounding space into black and white colors.

Bai Qing'er frowned slightly, her eyes turned cold, and she used the mystery of the origin to activate the origin rules between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

The chess platform shook slightly, and a circle of black and white light overflowed.

Bai Qing'er was like a white petal, and her body was fluttering back. Zhang Ruochen stepped forward, reached out and grabbed her wrist, and turned away the power bursting from the chess table.

When Bai Qing'er's feet landed on the ground, the white chess piece that flew over fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen held a white piece in his hand and walked towards the chess stage.

When passing by the old man with Confucian robe, Zhang Ruochen bowed politely and said, "Senior, can you really answer any questions?"

The old man in Confucian robe looked at him with interest, stroked his beard and smiled, "I can't answer anything, but I should be able to answer one or two of your many questions in my heart."

Zhang Ruochen nodded, walked towards the chess stage, and said, "Playing seventh to thirteen can indeed greatly increase the winning margin of white chess. However, we are not here to solve the chess game at all, nor are we going to win, we just need to leave a piece. What we are looking for... is the field formed by chess pieces, the weakest position."

"It's here!"

"Tianyuan."

Zhang Ruochen picked up the chess piece and pressed towards the chessboard.

Tianyuan is the center point of the chessboard.

The old man in Confucian robe sitting beside him nodded secretly and thought to himself, "In contrast, this boy always knows what his purpose is and has not been deceived by the desire to win or lose. This is very good!"

Obviously, in his opinion, Bai Qing'er only knows how to understand the chess game and find the winner and loser of the chess game.

If you can solve this game, you will naturally be extremely smart.

But, intelligence is wronged by intelligence!

Zhang Ruochen found the weakest position in the field, but when he tried his best, he was only half an inch closer than Bai Qing'er.

Still half an inch away.

"Crazy!"

Suddenly, the spirit between heaven and earth was like silk and threads, and under the guidance of Zhang Ruochen's mental power, it continued to gather towards the chess platform.

The monks who had already left sensed the fluctuations of their spirits and returned one after another, surrounding them.

Their eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen, but they could not see Zhang Ruochen's appearance clearly. They could only see the celestial paintings manifesting in the space where Zhang Ruochen and the chess stand were.

Sometimes, thousands of lightning and lightning intertwined into a network; sometimes, colorful chaotic tides surged from the ground to the sky; sometimes, sacred mountains rose from the ground.

"What a powerful aura!"

The Great Sage, wearing the formation master's robe, said in a move: "He is using the power of heaven and earth. The pictures of visions we see in front of us are all concrete manifestations of the power of heaven and earth."

"A real big man, can't he be a great god, right?"

These monks were solemn and bowed to salute.

Standing by the chess table, Zhang Ruochen's body was as bright as a star. The chess piece in his hand trembled violently and could not be settled.

The tremor made the space shaking.

Suddenly, a circle of light burst out from Zhang Ruochen's body. The light did not spread out, but was fixed in mid-air with a chessboard as the plane, with a diameter of about ten feet.

The aperture appears, and an extreme balance is formed, and the chess piece gently lands on the chessboard.

Zhang Ruochen stopped, but the chess piece did not fall.

The monks standing around were as if they had been petrified and felt unbelievable.

"Success! He succeeded. Is he really a great god?"

"The old man said that even a great god, few people can do it."

"Greetings to the great god!"

...

Facing the respectful and panic-like eyes of the monks, Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, and did not explain anything, but walked towards the old man in Confucian robe and said, "Old gentleman, is this a success?"

The old man in Confucian robe said: "It's true that there are talents in the country, and there are people in the Yuan Dynasty. If you have any questions, just ask! But I only answer one question, think it clearly before speaking."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I have countless questions in my heart, but I believe that many of my seniors can't answer!"

The girl in green frowned and said, "Why are you so rude?"

Zhang Ruochen stared at the eyes of the old man in Confucian robe and said, "It's better to do this. I'll ask a question. If the senior cannot answer it, then the senior will have to answer my next three questions!"

"You junior is very smart!"

The old man in Confucian robe said, "What if I answer your question?"
To be continued...