The Young Ranger Jiang Yin

Chapter 295: Each Chess Game

Wuhua's mood fluctuated greatly, and it was obvious that he was greatly affected by this Zhenlong chess game.

Since he wanted to leave, Su Xinghe naturally wouldn't stop him, but he just felt it was a pity.

The handsome monk in front of them really meets the criteria for accepting disciples of their Xiaoyao Sect.

Not only is he handsome, he is also proficient in various miscellaneous arts. Without even learning the basics, he has already mastered the style of the Xiaoyao School.

"Master please."

Wuhua left without staying for a moment.

Seeing Wuhua return empty-handed, everyone's evaluation of this Zhenlong chess game instantly improved a lot.

"I didn't expect that even Master Wuhua would be defeated so easily. It seems that this game of Zhenlong is indeed very impressive."

"Yeah, I wonder who will solve this chess game today."

Everyone was talking about it. At this time, Duan Yu slowly stepped forward.

"Dali Duan Yu, please give me some advice, Mr. Su."

Su Xinghe glanced at Duan Yu, with a hint of admiration on his face. This young man also met the requirements of his Xiaoyao Sect.

"Okay, Mr. Duan, please."

Duan Yu's martial arts skills were not as advanced as Wuhua's, and he didn't even know any palm techniques, so his way of playing chess was very simple.

He simply lifted up the chess piece and threw it towards the board.

Although he looked embarrassed, every step he took was extremely steady.

People with discerning eyes can see that Mr. Duan has profound internal strength.

Su Xinghe was not dissatisfied with this.

Don’t know martial arts?

It's ok.

What they are looking for this time is not a master, but an intelligent person.

Duan Yu obviously meets this condition.

"Mr. Duan seems to have a lot of advantages."

Wang Yuyan’s chess skills were not very advanced, but she could see the pros and cons.

Compared to Wuhua, Duan Yu's chess skills are not much worse, and can even be said to be on par with Wuhua. However, Duan Yu has an advantage in character over Wuhua.

Wuhua's thoughts are too complicated. Although he is smart, he is confused by them.

Duan Yu, on the other hand, has a pure heart and is more decisive in his actions.

It’s just that Wuhua has weaknesses, and so does Duan Yu.

Duan Yu’s weakness is that he is too kind.

After marching for more than ten times, Duan Yu gradually showed signs of defeat.

"Master Duan is going to lose. He is unwilling to give up a piece and lose the big picture for the small one."

After Jiang Yin finished speaking, Duan Yu immediately admitted defeat.

"I lost."

Su Xinghe shook his head with a hint of regret and said, "Master Duan is an amazing chess player. He has a great chance of breaking the game. If you give up this piece, you will have a chance of winning."

Duan Yu smiled and didn't care about it.

"That's the way of chess."

Compared to Wuhua's embarrassed look when he lost the game of chess, Duan Yu was in much better shape.

He was not fooled by the illusions in the chess game at all, which was because of his pure heart. But to break the Zhenlong chess game, pure heart was not enough.

After two people were defeated in succession, everyone was looking forward to this wonderful chess game even more.

At this time, Hua Wuque came on the stage.

"The flowers in Yihua Palace are perfect, and I am learning from the great skills of the deaf-mute master."

Su Xinghe couldn't help but sigh that the young people who came to crack the chess game this time were all top-notch talents.

Apart from anything else, this appearance alone makes people feel very comfortable.

"Haha, Yihua Palace? I have met the two palace masters Yaoyue and Lianxing several times before. At that time, they were the darlings of heaven. Their cultivation was far superior to mine.

Now his successor is so outstanding, so enviable. Flower boy, please."

"Ah."

Hua Wu Que nodded slightly and slapped out with his palm, which was the skill of transplanting flowers and jade.

This kind of Kung Fu is able to use the opponent's force to counter attack, and has infinite uses. It is somewhat similar to Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and is a very advanced Kung Fu in Yihua Palace.

In the martial arts world, he has a great reputation for being able to transplant flowers and jade and being invincible to gods and ghosts.

Although Hua Wuque is young, he has mastered the art of moving flowers and jade under the guidance of the two palace masters, and can easily lift the chess piece.

The illusion of the chess game came quickly, and Hua Wuque was trapped in it as soon as he made two moves.

He closed his eyes tightly and looked extremely painful.

"No! I don't want to kill him! No, I can't like her!"

Hua Wu Que murmured to himself. The chess piece had already fallen to the ground, and sweat was dripping down his forehead. He looked extremely tired.

In the illusion, the figures of Xiaoyuer and Tie Xinlan kept appearing, and from time to time the stern voice of Palace Master Yaoyue could be heard.

He has friendship with Xiao Yuer, and he is his only friend.

But Yao Yue wanted him to kill his only friend.

He has feelings for Tie Xinlan even more, but the rules of Yihua Palace prevent him from loving her and making it impossible for him to love her.

Because he knew that if he got caught up in it, he might not die, but Tie Xinlan would definitely die.

But how can one control something like love?

During this period of time, Hua Wu Que has been deeply trapped in these contradictions. At this moment, in the illusion of the Zhenlong chess game, all these negative things burst out, and the character that he had honed for eighteen years gradually disintegrated.

His heart was confused.

boom!

The internal force in the body suddenly went out of control!

"what!"

Hua Wuque let out an angry roar and lost control.

"Not good! The playboy is under the influence of an illusion, and the situation is extremely serious. If this continues, he will suddenly die."

Xue Muhua said in surprise.

If Hua Wuque gets into trouble here, Yihua Palace will not be polite to them.

Everyone was also shocked when they saw this.

I never thought Hua Wuque would become like this.

Even Su Xinghe found it very strange.

Based on the character Hua Wuque had shown before, he shouldn't have become like this.

"It seems like this guy is very worried. No wonder. With so many things going on, it would be strange if he wasn't worried."

Jiang Yin said secretly in his heart.

At this time, Su Xinghe took action.

He gathered his right hand into a sword finger and pointed it at Hua Wuque's acupoints.

However, Hua Wuque's powerful internal energy began to run wildly and Su Xinghe's finger was unable to hit him.

"What a profound inner strength!"

Su Xinghe was startled and took several steps back.

"The skills of Yihua Palace are indeed extraordinary."

While sighing in his heart, Su Xinghe also frowned slightly.

Could I just watch Hua Wuque violently die like this?

If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine, but the Yihua Palace and the current Xiaoyao Sect are really not to be trifled with.

At this moment, a flute sound suddenly rang out!

The focus of the whole audience immediately fell on Jiang Yin.

The sound of the flute is gentle and peaceful, which makes people feel peaceful and relieves all the restlessness. This song, called the Heart Purifying Mantra, is the sound of Taoism.

Jiang Yin has studied music for such a long time that he knows a lot of songs.

This piece of music does not have any sonic power, it is just an ordinary song, but the effect of concentrating the mind and calming the heart is extremely remarkable.

Seeing Hua Wuque going berserk at this time, Jiang Yin used this song to soothe him.

The basalt crystal he was wearing also quietly emitted a faint light at this moment, blending into the sound of the flute.

The effect of this song suddenly increased greatly.

Hua Wuque, whose internal energy was originally in chaos, gradually returned to normal and his eyes slowly closed.

"Is this young man invited by Mu Hua? He really has some skills."

Su Xinghe saw this and thought to himself.