The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

The five great scholars on the opposite side are struggling to support, Yi Feng faintly smiled and said: "Also only this!"

The five great scholars turned a deaf ear, staring at the chessboard.

Not far away, Liu Zilu was holding a teacup and quietly looking at the chessboard.

"Senior Brother, do you want to fight anymore?" A bitterness on the face of a big scholar.

"Yes, Senior Brother, it's fifty-four sets. Yi Feng never lost, we completely lost this game!" Wang Long said with an ugly expression.

"pa!" "pa!" "pa!" "pa!" "pa!"

Yi Feng placed a piece on each of the five chessboards.

"you let me win, everyone!" Yi Feng said with a smile.

"How come?" The five great scholars looked at the chessboard in disbelief.

After watching for a while, the five Confucian scholars were slumped at the same time, and their faces were extremely bitter.

"Master Yi Feng has won again!"

"And they won at the same time, five games at the same time?"

"Master Yi Feng, too Amazing!"

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There was a burst of admiration around me Sound, the five Confucian scholars got up and arrived in front of Liu Zi's road.

"Senior Brother! I am incapable of waiting!" the five said bitterly.

"Let's rest! It's okay!" Liu Zilu was comforted.

"Yes!"

"Do you still want to get off!" Dongfang Zhengpai smiled excitedly.

"Go, you five!" Liu Zilu said to the five great scholars who were left besides himself.

"Senior Brother?" Wang Long puzzled.

"Go!" Liu Zilu insisted.

"Yes!" The five great scholars went to the chessboard again.

"Please!" Yi Feng is pleased to see the result.

Yi Feng fights against the five Confucian scholars again.

"hahaha, sixty scholars, happy!" Dongfang Zhengpai smiled excitedly.

The big scholars on the other side have extremely ugly faces.

"Senior Brother, if you lose like this, you still play? Will it be too embarrassing?" Wang Long said with an ugly face.

"I have lost my face, don't care about it!" Liu Zilu said indifferently.

"Okay!" The great scholars were nodded.

Liu Zilu stared at the chessboard, drinking tea, his eyes filled with calmness.

"bang bang bang bang pa!"

One day later, the five great scholars were defeated by Yi Feng again.

At this moment, all the Wanru invited by Peak Wenhui are already on the side of Yi Feng, and they are all very excited.

"hahaha, Liu Zilu, you are left. Can't make it anymore?" Dongfang Zhengpai said proudly.

"Let's stop here!" Yi Feng slightly smiled.

"Why stop here? I haven't played yet, the outcome is uncertain!" Liu Zilu said with a smile.

"hahaha, the outcome is undecided? It's all like this. Is it interesting for you to play again? Are Sima Yuntian's dísciple so shameless?" Dongfang Zhengpai disdainfully said.

Dongfang Zhengpai's words represent the aspirations of nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars. What's the next? All lost like this, do you have to lose the last fig leaf? Are you ashamed?

"Good too!" Yi Feng also said with a smile.

Liu Zilu and Yi Feng are seated.

Although the Confucian cultivators have contempt on their faces, they still stare at the entire chessboard.

Liu Zilu stayed till the end, and his chess skills were indeed much better than others. Several times, Yi Feng even felt a little embarrassed.

However, Yi Feng's chess skills are extremely incomparable, and the more he plays, the more fierce he gets. Finally, a day later, Liu Zilu surrenders.

"hahahaha, I don’t want to give you face, I have to do it, now I lose, right? Overestimate one's capabilities!" Dongfang Zhengpai said with a smile.

I lost!

Sixty Confucian scholars, defeated so thoroughly! So far I haven't won a game. As Liu Zilu surrendered, the faces of all the Confucian scholars flushed with shame.

Remember that back then, how high-spirited and vigorous the 72 Confucian scholars were, and how did they fall into this field?