Chapter 615

"but it's OK. It's not a good thing that such things are flooding in the outside world."

Qile rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and resolutely walked into the puppet maze.

He didn't want to join in.

After all, for Qile, the stunt is basically a chicken rib prop, whether in the new world mode or in the outside world.

Qile didn't believe that the two pen system would really save his host.

……

In a mountain far away from the Huangyuan Empire, there is a towering mountain like a sword.

On the misty top of the mountain, there are dozens of buildings.

And one of the most magnificent hall, hanging a plaque.

On it, it seems that three large characters were carved with a sword.

Yujianzong!

These three big characters are sharp and angular, with a strong sword spirit between the lines.

It seems that they are worried about whether they will be stabbed by the sharp sword.

In this hall, a middle-aged man and an old man are sitting opposite each other.

Between them, there is a table.

On the table was a chessboard.

On one side of the chessboard, there is a pot of tea.

The mist rose from the spout and filled the hall with tea fragrance.

On the chessboard, the sunspots and white pieces have already covered most of them. If you take a closer look, you can find that the sunspots are like sharp swords and the white ones are like broken dragons.

The old man has run out of breath.

"The master's chess power is still as high as before. I feel ashamed of myself."

The old man held the chess for a long time, and the white one in his hand swayed several times. Finally, he did not fall on the chessboard, so he could only put the white one back into the chess cup.

"Elder weichi, you've accepted."

The middle-aged person sprinkles ran a smile, the uneventful said.

This middle-aged man is the current patriarch of yujianzong. He is a hundred Li Fenghua.

A very gentle name, just like the face of this middle-aged man, is elegant and has a scholarly atmosphere, like a scholar who is full of poetry.

But it would be the stupidest thing to belittle this yujianzong patriarch because of his bookishness.

Hundred Li Fenghua can be called the first hero level, absolutely not a false name.

Today, the dead under the hundred Li Fenghua sword are not very common.

"Suzerain, how about another game?"

After the old man took back all the Baizi, he said something.

This old man is one of the three elders of yujianzong, Wei Chifeng.

Strength in the three elders, ranked second.

But in terms of qualifications, it is the oldest generation in the imperial sword clan.

"Since elder weichi wants to fight again, what's the matter with another round?" Bai Li Fenghua still has a warm smile on his face and collects the sunspots on the chessboard into the chess cup.

Wei Chifeng also mentioned the teapot and filled the cup with tea.

Playing chess and tasting tea.

Cultivate one's temperament.

Several pieces of chess pieces fell, and outside the hall, a cry came.

"Lord, I'm back."

With this cry, a green gray figure quickly walked into the hall, came to the table next to two people.

But Bai Li Fenghua and Wei Chifeng are still drinking tea and playing chess as if they didn't hear the cry.

"Master, elder weichi, why don't you speak?"

Le Zhengya stares at them for a long time, and suddenly asks.

"Elder Lezheng, watch chess without saying a word. You are a real gentleman. You don't know that." Wei Chifeng was called by Yue Zhengya and interrupted his thinking directly. He couldn't help but say.