Chapter 98 Wheel Battle

"Teacher."

Walking to the team, Yang Yanzhao saluted Geng Yuanfu, who smiled and nod. Obviously, Yang Yanzhao's hand brought some joy in his heart.

"The little brother is so talented that Xun Ri is acting for his brother."

At the time of the college, Xu Shaoyang would also draw some paintings. Please ask Yang Yanzhao for advice. He will blow all kinds of smallpoxes. At present, the sketch is exposed and he is convinced by the masters of various schools. It is inevitable that there will be a misunderstanding.

"Brother Shaoyang, this is just random graffiti, and I can't get on the table. Just now, I just made a mess. As for what the seniors said, there is everyone's demeanor of simplifying, I really dare not take responsibility."

Although the voice was low, Yang Yanzhao's words penetrated into the ears of everyone present, and the Buddhist sect and Confucian masters who had previously praised smiled and said nothing.

The scene just now was a competition painting, so for the painter alone, he won, but when it comes to cultivation, it is shallow, so why not win?

"Little brother, don't think too much about it. After you go back to the college, I will ask you for more advice."

Perceiving the contempt of the Confucian and Buddhist families in the field, Xu Shaoyang said softly, while Geng Yuanfu coughed twice, "There is only chess, calligraphy and painting left. I don't know how you two will compete?"

"Speaking of this chess, I have a new idea."

The empty Buddhist salute is still smiling, as if losing three consecutive games has no effect on his mood. However, when he saw his mortal appearance, he felt a little awkward no matter how Yang Yanzhao thought about it.

"Oh? I don't know what the empty master has?

Seeing that Confucian people were interested, he turned his face and said, "I don't dare to see it. It's just that last year, an elephant play for chess suddenly appeared. I don't know if Tang Shizhu has ever heard of it?"

"This is natural, is it possible that the empty master wants to play higher with this chess?"

Kong Wu did not deny it, but asked with a smile, "What's Tang Shi's idea?"

"Confucian disciples know what the world likes. I don't know what Taoist priest Yuanfu thinks?"

The leader of Confucianism lightly turned his words to Geng Yuanfu. The latter frowned and answered for a long time, "In this case, I will follow you two.

Yan Zhao, this game is still up to you.

When Yang Yanzhao, standing behind Geng Yuanfu, didn't mention chess, he began to be secretly happy. When he went to the Confucian people pretended to make a high promise, he was full of joy.

"Confucian disciples are what the world likes," Yang Yanzhao read this sentence silently and glanced at the leader of Confucianism, with a trace of curvature at the corners of his mouth.

It makes you invincible. It's strange not to slap you hard!

The disciple of Confucianism is still the person who painted just now. Maybe he lost a hand just now, so he stared at Yang Yanzhao twice, but there was clearly an indelable contempt in his eyes.

The appearance of the Buddha Sect was the enlightenment of the duel with Xu Shaoyang.

Each faction carries a chessboard. In order to save time, they all put it up, so that everyone has to deal with two chess games.

Although he has never played chess like this, this is one of the few things he can defeat the other party. Of course, Yang Yanzhao will not be demoralized. He smiled and stood first on the edge of the chessboard and stretched out his hand to do it.

Lv Meng hung a smile at the corners of his mouth, shook his sleeves and walked up. He moved the black man straight to Yang Yanzhao, while the enlightenment of the Buddha Sect was modest, which made Yang Yanzhao go first.

The three people kept turning around, and there were fewer and fewer pieces on the three chessboards, and the fight became more and more fierce.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao also put away the pride of creating chess in his heart. He was all on the chess game. Every step was foreshadowed for the future. Compared with Lv Meng's aggressive momentum, it seemed a little soft.

A master playing chess is a wonderful process of strangulation. Both the authorities and bystanders are all praying for blessings with the chess game. Therefore, time has passed unconsciously, and the three factions of people watching on the side are not aware of it at all.

Unconsciously, the chessboard between Lv Mengzheng and Wuran is not moving. Both of them are solemnly fighting with Yang Yanzhao, and they want to do their best to defeat him.

At this time, seeing this situation, Geng Yuanfu subconsciously wrapped his right hand around his shoulders and the white hair that danced with the wind, and his heart was secretly relieved.

He just brought Yang Yanzhao to Huashan to open his eyes, but he didn't expect that the latter accidentally won two games for the Taoist family in a row, which was really a coincidence.

After another half an hour, Wuran took back his jade hand full of fragrant sweat, saluted Yang Yanzhao slightly, and lowered his head and retreated to the line of the Buddha Sect.

Wuran's admitting defeat made Yang Yanzhao's spirit suddenly excited a lot, and without one opponent, he doesn't have to be distracted from both sides.

Looking at Lv Mengzheng, who frowned, Yang Yanzhao wiped the sweat on his forehead and sneered in his heart to make you pretend. Now let's see how I deal with you!

He was angry, but he didn't show it at all. However, the chess pieces in his hand moved quickly. At each step, he put away the net buried before. Soon, he had no power to fight back. He gasped with the pieces, but he didn't know where to put it.

"Okay, holy gong, if you lose, you lose. My Confucianism is not a person who can't afford to lose."

"Yes, Master."

A soft call made Lv Mengzheng, who was still struggling, completely discouraged. He left his chess pieces and answered in a low voice. Then his face was haggard and he walked back to the side of Confucianism.

In his eyes, Xiao He, who was in a white shirt, couldn't help sighing. He, as an apprentice, has always been very high-minded and has been talented since he was a child. Among his peers, except for the disciples of the two brothers, there are very few people in the faction who can win.

In those years, it was on the top of this mountain that calligraphy and painting became a masterpiece, and the chess skills were defeated in the hands of Xu Shaoyang, but he practiced hard for ten years, especially this heart-like drama was also useless for months of study. I thought I could get rid of the shame, but this time I lost more thoroughly.

Looking at Lv Mengzheng, who was still bowing his head with some worry, Xiao He had a faint worry in his heart, but then he also thought that perhaps, defeat could make his mind more tenacious, which made him feel a little at ease.

But Xiao He, a Taoist teenager who has frustrated his disciples twice, can't help but be curious about the origin of this yellow-faced teenager. If the painter is just a coincidence, this play is extremely demanding on strategy.

If you can defeat the disciples of Confucian Buddhism in a row, your understanding will certainly not be bad, but this is what is difficult for Xiao He and other masters of Confucianism and Buddhism to understand.

Since the understanding is not low, and even excellent, why is the breath on the body so weak? Is it hidden? There is some doubt in his heart. Xiao He can't help secretly detecting Yang Yanzhao a few times.

After winning the chess, he walked back to Xu Shaoyang's side. Yang Yanzhao had a few more strange breaths. He didn't care about this. No matter how you spy, the young master was a stage of condensation. He had no secret in his heart, but he was frank and fearless.

"Brother Yanzhao, awesome!"

Guo Huai made a gesture to Yang Yanzhao, and his eyebrows were flying on his simple face. Because he was dull, he was always difficult to understand the rhythm of pen and ink. Therefore, on the discussion of Huashan, the Taoist family fell behind and was scolded by Meng Kan.

Now, Yang Yanzhao has won two games in a row, which makes him feel very happy. The Taoist family is ahead with the other two factions, and in the next martial arts, Xu Shaoyang, who is in good condition and energetic, will not lose.

The chess game has been wasted for more than two hours. Therefore, it was already dawn. The morning sun was stained with the thick morning fog on the top of the mountain. The morning wind brought a slight fog, blowing the clothes of the people on the top of the mountain and dancing lightly.

"It's dawn. It's the Double Ninth Day, so let's start practicing skills!"

Maybe he hasn't won yet. He has always had an empty smile on his face, and his words were more urgent. It seems that he has put the highlight on the martial arts.

"Yes, Master Kong is right. The Double Ninth Festival and the beautiful scenery of the good day. At the end of the discussion, you can also have a good reward." With that, the leader of Confucianism drew a three-foot circle with true qi in the open space not far away, "Go, Hongye!"

Behind him, a disciple jumped in. When Yang Yanzhao didn't know why, Geng Yuanfu and Kong Wu also drew a circle, and Xu Shaoyang jumped lightly and stepped into it.

"This circle is the ring. Each of the three factions orders a disciple to guard the ring. The rest of the disciples can challenge by themselves. The winner guards the ring until the end, whoever is at his feet will win!"

Guo Huai softly solved the puzzle for Yang Yanzhao, while the three brothers Geng Yuanfu stared at the front. Although the previous piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were ahead, real people knew that these were countless.

To put it bluntly, it's just a competition between the three sects. If the fist is hard enough, even white paper and black paper can be ignored, not to mention this verbal appointment, so the real competition begins now.

"Brother Shaoyang, please!"

A Confucian disciple went straight into Xu Shaoyang. In a moment, the two fought. This was the first time that Yang Yanzhao saw the gentle Xu Shaoyang take action, and immediately stared at the fierce battle in the circle without blinking.

Xu Shaoyang's figure is still elegant in the past, and his behavior is like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks in the world. The seemingly gentle blow contains great power.

When the two fought, the disciples of the two schools of Confucianism and Buddhism guarded the circle, but no one came forward to challenge. Seeing this situation, Geng Yuanfu's face was a little cold.

Seeing that Xu Shaoyang was fighting, Guo Huai was ready to try. He was about to whisper to Meng Kan, but he was stopped by the latter's cold eyes.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao also understood that the Confucian and Buddhist families actually planned to start a wheel war shamelessly and joined hands to defeat the Taoist family!

Although this practice is out of everyone's demeanor, it does not go against the rules set in advance.

Confucianism is to drag down Taoists in martial arts, while Buddhism is to vent the arrogance in the heart. Since it has fallen to the end, it will pull down the one who occupies the top. In this way, we can take the opportunity to win some victories, so as not to lose too ugly.

An hour later, the rocks in the circle have been completely different, and the circle drawn by Geng Yuan's rune has disappeared, but the scope of the circle is still clear at a glance.

Because outside the circle, it is still intact.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing, how to control the momentum?

Finally, with a muffled sound, the Confucian disciples were blown out of the circle by Xu Shaoyang, and on the other side, the disciples of the Buddhist sect who had been waiting for a long time came out and stepped into the circle.

"Lord Xu, please."