Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1391: Chess
"I don't believe it. Without Lin Beichen, our Qingyu Realm human race would not be able to win the [Battle of Seizing the Sky]. We only need to win six of the eleven battles to drive away these demons."
He Wushang, the lord of Yunwu Mountain, sneered and said, "No matter what, I will never hand over my Yunwu Mountain's sect-restraining mentality and combat skills."
"Indeed, Lin Beichen should not be indulged too much. The origin of this junior is unknown. Who knows if he is a spy of the devil." Bian Zuohu, the master of Taoism in Shuijing, said.
Zhou Zhou, the head of Shuiyunjian, frowned, and asked, "He killed Yanshan, the head of the devil, how could he be a spy of the devil?"
He Wushang said: "This beast in Yanshan is full of tricks, maybe this is his trick. He exchanged his own death for our trust in Lin Beichen, and the plan is bigger."
Liu Wuyan shook his head and sighed.
The sects of the major human races in the Qingyu Realm have been in peace for a long time, and they have long since lost the heroism and bravery of their predecessors to expand the territory.
The current situation is so corrupted that he is still entangled in the previous petty grievances and unwilling to cooperate with Lin Beichen.
"It's really Brother Xiaolin, he's asking too much."
Yan Sanxing, the head of Dayanhai, said: "If we all hand over the Zhenzong mind and combat skills, it will surely lead to the spread of the ancestor's method in our hands, not to mention, getting so many Mental combat skills, when the demon retreats, the eleven major sects will become Lin Beichen's vassal? In the future, who else can control him?"
Listening to the conversation of the masters, even He Zhengqing, a Daoist disciple of Yunwu Mountain, only felt ridiculous and sad.
These people are senior masters who control the fate of the human race in Qingyu Realm, but they are so short-sighted.
The [Battle of Seizing the Sky] is not over yet, but already thinking about controlling Lin Beichen...
Do they really think that the powerful human race who have been reduced to prisoners can defeat the powerful demon race?
Liu Wuyan tried his best to persuade everyone.
The situation is critical, and Lin Beichen must be relied on.
"It doesn't matter, the eleven battles are not a battle to determine the outcome. We can completely adopt a strategy. For the top powers of the demons such as the [Anti-Whale King], the envoy of the demons outside the sky, we can completely give up competing with them , as long as you reach six victories..."
Shuijing Daoist Bian Zuohu said in a relaxed tone.
In the end, the eleven major human clan sects still did not reach an agreement and did not split.
Shui Jingdao, Yunwu Mountain and Dayanhai resolutely opposed it and joined together to resist.
The other sects, headed by Liu Wuyan, decided to accept Lin Beichen's conditions.
However, due to the resistance of the three sects, the conditions for gathering the minds and combat skills of the eleven major sects could not be met.
Liu Wuyan had no choice but to lose his old face and go to see Lin Beichen again.
"Little friend, old man, I'm not Lord Wang Sichao after all, so I can't convince the heads of the three sects..." When Liu Wuyan said the result, his old face was hot.
After all, letting Lin Beichen participate in the [Battle of Seizing the Sky] is to let him fight with his life, and he is most likely to deal with the most powerful enemy.
As a matter of fact, Lin Beichen cannot be regarded as a talented person in the Qingyu Realm. Ever since he stepped out of Yunmeng Daze, he has been belittled and neglected by the Qingyu Realm, and has never been valued or cared for.
In the battle of Sword Cometh Peak, he had already fought to the death for Fei Jianzong, but now he wanted to make such a request... When he said such words, Liu Wuyan felt very ashamed.
"Okay, I agree."
Lin Beichen stood at the door of the 'single room', with a calm expression, and agreed directly.
Such a thing was within his expectations.
Some people really don't cry when they see the coffin.
It has nothing to do with status and knowledge.
It is simply selfishness at work.
In his previous life, he had read some materials about the fall of the Ming Dynasty, and there was an extremely absurd and unbelievable historical record in it.
In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, when the city of Beijing was besieged by peasant uprisings, the Emperor Chongzhen asked the ministers of Chinese and military forces to donate money to help the army to keep the city alive. One by one claimed that their families were poor and refused to donate money, and some only donated a few hundred taels of silver. However, after the city was finally broken, Chuangjun found that these poor ministers were actually wealthy, more abundant than the national treasury... ...
At that time, Lin Beichen found it incredible.
The city will be destroyed, the country will be destroyed, and the family will be destroyed. Are these ministers fools?
What is the difference between the performance of the sects of Shuijingdao and Yunwushan now, and those ministers in the late Ming Dynasty?
When Lin Beichen agreed, Liu Wuyan was overjoyed.
Lin Beichen said: "The reason why I went to fight is because I am also a human race. Although I have no relatives in Qingyu Realm, Lao Yu and Elder Leng treat me like relatives. This love must be repaid. I, Lin Beichen Grace must be repaid.”
Liu Wuyan couldn't help sighing, and said: "I don't have the knowledge to know people, but it's a pity that time can't be turned back. If I can go back to the day when I was outside Yunmeng Daze, Feijianzong will definitely use all the strength of the whole sect. strength, to help Lin Xiaoyou practice."
Speaking, he submitted the Zhenzong mentality and combat skills of the eight major sects of Feijianzong, Shuiyunjian, Shenshui Palace, Shengshuizong, Chaotianque, Duanlong Island, Moon Bay, and Lian Tianshui Palace. come up.
Another 7,000 taels of Honghuang silver, several valuable treasures, and the seeds of rare spiritual grasses in the No. 8 Middle School were all sent to Lin Beichen.
A penny beats a hero.
As prisoners, it took them a long time to come up with these resources.
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The sky fell into the burrow.
The bottom floor is the Prison Stone Room.
A thin old man with an ordinary face, dressed in a blood-stained coat, had seven sealing needles nailed between his shoulder blades and chest and abdomen respectively, but he looked calm, sitting in front of the chessboard, about three feet tall Mi's fat and green-skinned strong men play chess.
Squeak.
The iron gate opens.
A handsome young man in a white robe walked in slowly, holding a black food box in his hand, saluted the blood-clothed old man, and said, "Master."
The old man in blood is none other than Wang Sichao, the lord of Chaotian Que, the number one sect of the human race in the Qingyu world, the number one fighter on the human race's martial arts list, and the legendary title of "Wang Tian Qing".
The strong green-skinned man in the game laughed, and took the opportunity to direct the game that was about to lose
Sweeping chaos, said: "Old Wang, your precious apprentice is here, this game is considered a draw."
Speaking, without waiting for the blood-clothed old man to reply, he got up and left the 'Magic Prisoner's Stone Room'.
Wang Sichao, the old man in blood, looked up at Yu Wenxiuxian, and said, "You know to come to see me as a master? What delicious food did you bring?"
Yu Wenxiuxian placed a jug of wine, a plate of longan rice, and two side dishes with wine on the chess table, and said: "Master, your old man likes to eat these all."
Wang Sichao, an old man in blood, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat and drink on his own.
Woo Moon Soo Hyun flicked his fingers.
Ding ding ding.
The seven primordial sealing needles vibrated and shot out from Wang Sichao's body.
Blood gushes from the wound.
A powerful and inexplicably terrifying true energy surged from Wang Sichao's body, causing all the creatures trapped in the cave to tremble in their hearts at this moment.
There is also a turmoil in the stone room, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore.
The wound on his body healed instantly.
An ordinary old man, at this moment, is like a lord who dominates the world.
"What? Untie the [Seven Star Sealing Needle], so you won't be afraid that Master will run away?"
Wang Sichao paused with his chopsticks, continued to pick up vegetables, smiled lightly, and said, "I still feel that I, the injured lord, is not worth mentioning."
Yu Wenxiuxian did not answer directly, but told the whole story of the [Battle of Seizing the Sky], and said: "Master, please calm down and prepare for the battle."
"Boy, you want to use the reputation of being a teacher for a lifetime to suppress the Qingyu Human Race for you." Wang Sichao smiled lightly and said, "[Viewing the Sea of Clouds], what level have you cultivated to?"
"Thirteen floors."
"What about [Magic Origin Void Scripture]?"
"The first state of Dzogchen."
"Okay, I, Wang Sichao, have really taken in a good apprentice. You can go back. If you want to take away the old man's reputation as your stepping stone, it depends on your means. Master can give you a chance." .”
"Thank you, Master."
"Go away."
"There is one more thing, please teacher."
"Say."
"At the beginning, my three brothers and sisters were living on the Liuyuan Star Road. Master took me in. Where are my brothers and sisters?"
"I don't know."
"Is Master unwilling to tell me, or does he not know?"
"A hidden demon bloodline has already caused a catastrophe. If you find them, wouldn't the entire human race on Liuyuan Star Road be in a catastrophe?"
"Then why did Master take me in back then?"
“…”
Silence.
Uwen Xiuxian finally turned and left.
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