The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"It's not that the writing is frightening, it's that the writing is very impressive!" Meng Rongrong said solemnly.

"What? The pen shows the atmosphere? How could it be possible!" everyone exclaimed.

"Indeed, it can't be wrong. Although I haven't reached this level, I can still see that the chess is so high and the characters are so strong. Unfortunately, my brother is not here, otherwise Yan Chuan will not be alone!" Meng Rongrong frowned.

In the tone, there was a wave of envy and a wave of dissatisfaction.

"Miss Elder's brother? Mr. Wen Ruo? Yes, Mr. Wen Ruo was a genius of the academy back then. If it weren't for that...hehe! No matter what, Mr. Wen Ruo is still Missy's brother, one of your siblings. Love can't be cut off, otherwise Mr. Wen Ruo will not give the eldest lady a pill!" Changqing laughed.

"Yeah!" Meng Rongrong nodded, not wanting to say more.

Before long, Liu Jin arranged 108 "fog" characters in a circle around the lake. For a while, the entire small lake was covered by thick fog, and the thick fog kept rolling. Can't see the two in the center of the lake at all.

A group of chess kings could not see the chessboard in the lake. Now the fog is shrouded and they can't see the slightest. However, no one complained, and they were more excited.

On the lake island.

Yi Feng looked at the fog around him slightly unexpectedly, and Yi Lin opened his mouth wide.

"This is?" Yi Feng asked.

"Julu Academy, there must be countless wise men, and there are many who have made achievements in chess. Although I have never been to Julu Academy, I can feel the prosperous culture there, but today my words contain some special Taoism. Yun, what I want to show to the old lady is the way of chess in my heart. The old lady, I have to be optimistic!" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Please!" Yi Feng made a surrender.

Yan Chuan was not polite.

The index finger and **** picked up a black spot, and then dropped to the center of the chessboard.

"Snapped!"

Yizi fell into the position of Tianyuan.

"boom!"

There was a huge thunder in the sky.

"Boom!"

The countless white fog in the lake suddenly circled the central island, clockwise around, faster and faster, like a huge whirlpool, the island in the center of the lake is in the center of the whirlpool.

At the same time, above this white mist vortex, a huge dark cloud appeared at some point.

Falling Zi Tianyuan, a huge thunder came from this dark cloud.

In the center of the dark cloud, a pothole appeared, like a black chess piece, and a large chess board appeared on the dark cloud.

"Wow!"

The mortals all around looked at this scene in horror.

Among the pavilions by the lake.

"The characters? The pen shows the atmosphere? Yan Chuan's characters blend with the chessboard?" Meng Rongrong asked in surprise.

"Words and chess blend together?" Changqing and others also said in amazement.

"How old is Yan Chuan?"

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Outsiders were already surprised, and on the island of Huxin, Yi Feng could empathize.

For a time, it seemed as if the chessboard merged with the white mist around it. Let Yi Feng feel immersed in it.

"Four into four!" Yifeng Baizi fell.

"Call~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

In the billowing white mist, countless horses suddenly hissed.

"boom!"

High in the sky, there was another huge thunder, and above the dark clouds, a white cloud point suddenly appeared, as if it were reflecting the chess game below.

"The sound of horses? Why is there a sound of horses?" Yi Lin asked in surprise.

"This fog enters the chess, the chess is all in the fog, the formation of troops starts, and the move is a thousand ambush!" Yan Chuan explained.

"Pop!" Yan Chuan lost another son as he spoke.

"Call!" "Call!"

"I am invincible!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

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In the white fog, there was a tsunami-like roar, waiting for Yan Chuan's orders.

The **** screams stirred people's hearts.

Yi Lin sat on the ground in fright with a look of horror.

Yi Feng closed his eyes slightly to feel.

When he closed his eyes, Yi Feng seemed to be in a sea of ​​clouds, sitting alone on a high platform, in all directions, rolling clouds and territories, in his chess bowl, there are thousands of troops and horses, waiting for him to line up and wait for his deployment in the world.

Falling a son is like putting thousands of troops in a sea of ​​clouds. The momentum is soaring, the chess field is the battlefield, and the chess field is the world!

The blood that has been silent for decades, at this moment, seems to have been ignited instantly, and the blood is boiling.

Domination on one side, fighting the world!

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