Chapter 490
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Yi Feng defeats all the Confucians
Julu City, in the Yong Hall.
Yi Feng swung his robe and slowly sat down. He looked at Great Scholar Chen Ping.
There was a chessboard between the two of them.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators watched quietly.
"Hmph, do you think a mortal knows how to play chess? I'll show you what chess is! "Chen Ping sat down slowly.
Yi Feng smiled and said, "Chess? It's not about words. Beat me first! "
Yi Feng was extremely confident.
He had only lost one game in chess when he met Yan Chuan, but he had never lost before.
This was Yi Feng's specialty. Even in the cultivation world, Yi Feng was still proud of it.
"Do you want me to give you a handicap?" Chen Ping asked.
Yi Feng looked at Chen Ping and finally said with a smile, "With just this sentence, I know that I overestimated you!"
"You?" Chen Ping glared.
Clap! Yi Feng placed a black piece.
Chen Ping suppressed the anger in his heart and began to place his piece as well.
Clap!
Clap!
After Chen Ping placed his piece, Yi Feng placed another piece! It was very fast!
"Hmm?" Chen Ping frowned slightly and placed another piece.
"Pah!" Yi Feng seemed to not even think as he placed another piece.
Yi Feng placed his piece. Nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators looked at him curiously.
"Can this Yi Feng person really do it?"
"Yeah, I want to see Yan Chuan play chess!"
"He's only in the Essence State. He must have been a mortal not long ago. What can a mortal do?"
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Disdain came from all around.
"No, I know Yi Feng's chess skills!" A voice suddenly sounded.
"Oh?" Many Confucian cultivators turned their heads.
"Brother Changqing?"
"Brother Changqing, you know Yi Feng?"
Immediately, Changqing was recognized.
"Yes, and I've seen him play chess with Yan Chuan. Their chess skills are definitely at the level of great Confucians. Many of the great Confucians in Julu City can't even compare to them!" Changqing shook his head.
"Ah? Is that true? He played chess with Yan Chuan? Then who won? "
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"We'll definitely win, I'm sure of it!" Chang Qing said seriously.
"Hahaha, how can you?"
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"It's a deal!"
Although there were many doubtful voices, Yan Chuan's Hundred Essays had already won the hearts of the Confucian cultivators. Now, they didn't reject Yi Feng as much.
"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"
Yi Feng's chess pieces were very fast. Each piece was faster than the last. Scholar Chen Ping was fine at the beginning, but after twenty pieces, Scholar Chen Ping's face turned ugly.
"Is this a game of chess? Is he crazy? He doesn't even want to think about it? "someone scolded.
Yi Feng, however, remained motionless, and continued to place his pieces.
Gradually, each of them placed down fifty pieces. The entire chessboard had entered a mysterious state.
Chen Ping's disdain gradually turned serious, and he even looked at the chessboard with some panic.
As Yi Feng placed more and more pieces, Chen Ping found that his pieces were being pushed back.
Clack! Yi Feng placed another piece.
Just as Chen Ping was about to place his piece, Yi Feng said indifferently, "You lost!"
"Ah?" Chen Ping grabbed a white piece and looked at Yi Feng in shock.
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