The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

The five great scholars on the opposite side struggled to support him, and Yi Feng smiled slightly and said, "That's all!"

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.

"Brother, do you still want to fight?" A big scholar's face was bitter.

"Yes, brother, it's fifty-four games. Yifeng has never lost a game. We completely lost this game!" Wang Long said with an ugly expression.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

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

"Acceptance, everyone!" Yi Feng smiled.

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

But after watching it for a while, the five great scholars were slumped at the same time, and their faces were extremely bitter.

"Master Yifeng has won again!"

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

"Master Yi Feng's chess skills are amazing!"

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There was a sound of admiration around, and the five great scholars got up and reached the road of Liu Zi.

"Brother! I am incompetent!" the five said bitterly.

"Take a rest! It's okay!" Liu Zilu comforted.

"Yes!"

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

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

"Brother?" Wang Long puzzled.

"Go!" Liu Zilu insisted.

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

"Please!" Yi Feng was happy to see the result.

Yi Feng fights against the five great Confucianists.

"Hahaha, sixty scholars, happy!" Dongfang decent smiled excitedly.

The big scholars on the other side had 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 lightly.

"Okay!" The great scholars nodded.

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

"Papa Papa Papa!"

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

At this moment, all the Wanru invited by the Pinnacle Wenhui were already on Yifeng's side, all of them extremely excited.

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

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

"Why end here? I haven't played yet, the outcome is uncertain!" Liu Zilu smiled.

"Hahaha, the outcome is undecided? It's all like this, is it interesting for you to play again? Are Sima Yuntian's disciples so brazen?" Dongfang Decent said with disdain.

The decent words of the East 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?

"Alright!" Yi Feng also smiled.

Liu Zilu and Yifeng are seated.

Although the Confucian cultivators had contempt on their faces, they still stared at the entire chessboard.

Liu Zilu stayed for 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 were extremely incomparable, and he became more fierce as he played. Finally, a day later, Liu Zilu gave in.

"Hahahaha, I don't want to give you face, I have to play, now I lose, right? I can't help myself!" Dongfang decent smiled.

Lost!

The sixty Confucian scholars were 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.

In the past, how energetic and vigorous the 72 great Confucian scholars were, how could they ever fall into this field?

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