Ling tripod

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Fan Xingyue naturally didn't know that Chu Yan was Yue Sheng's senior brother. They had met each other and were connected by blood in their bodies.

In this way, Yuesheng took the lead in winning the title of Painting Saint.

The painting saint changed people, which shocked people's hearts.

The Hua Huang, the owner of the Immortal Painting Tower, said at this moment: "Yue Sheng, are you willing to join our Immortal Painting Tower and become a sect saint?"

"Senior Painter Emperor, I don't want to join the sect yet, thank you for your kindness!"

Yuesheng cupped her fists and smiled, then walked off the ring.

The painting emperor felt regretful that such stars and moon were still the saints of the Painting Fairy Tower.

After Yuesheng disguised herself, she secretly ran to Chu Yan and said happily: "Elder brother, I have become a painting saint!"

"You're really awesome little girl!"

Chu Yan couldn't help but smile, he was also happy for Yuesheng.

"Elder brother, it's all thanks to you!"

Yuesheng chuckled, and everyone headed towards Shulei.

Next, is the competition between calligraphy saints.

On top of the book ring, Zhao Bai and a cultivator also had a table in front of them, with a piece of white paper placed on the table.

Next to the two of them, there is a cauldron each.

This tripod is called the tripod of righteousness. People who study and practice calligraphy are often called scholars. The strength of the scholar's handwriting depends on how much righteousness it contains. The height of the righteousness rising on the tripod of righteousness is the key to determining the success or failure of the two people. .

The time of writing is like a stick of incense.

"The Calligraphy Saint Competition, the competition begins!"

After the referee said something, Zhao Bai and the person on the opposite side began to write frantically.

Almost instantly, the righteousness cauldron next to the two of them began to vibrate.

Above it, a white aura of awe-inspiring righteousness rises directly into the sky!

The time of burning incense passed quickly.

That Zhao Bai's opponent aroused fifty feet of righteousness under the writing.

But Zhao Bai aroused a total of sixty-seven feet of righteousness!

Zhao Baisheng!

He has kept his title of calligraphy saint and is still the saint son of calligraphy and writing workshop.

"I'm not strong enough. Now I'm just a sect's holy son, and Chu Yan is already the emperor of the Demonic Immortal Realm. When can I catch up with him!"

Zhao Bai sighed in his heart at this moment.

Back then, when he was young and vigorous, he ascended to the immortal world, but he was despised by many messengers. When he questioned it, he saw the void of the immortal veins constantly emerging. That time, his Taoist heart was almost completely broken.

The blow he received was too great.

Many years later, he forcibly stabilized his Taoist heart. Not only did his cultivation not deteriorate, but his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he became a holy son of the sect.

For all of this, he still wanted to thank that person.

And when he wanted to find that person to fight, he knew that he had become the emperor's son of the Demonic Immortal Realm, and later became the emperor's commander and law enforcer...

All of this was beyond his reach.

But Zhao Bai did not give up. He had to keep working hard. Because of Chu Yan's existence, he was able to achieve his current level of cultivation. In this way, Chu Yan would be his goal in this life.

"This person..."

Zhao Bai suddenly looked at a figure under the ring, and his eyes showed shock.

This figure made him somewhat familiar. When he ascended to the Immortal Spirit Pillar, he had felt the same aura. Could it be...

Zhao Bai's eyes changed instantly.

At this moment, everyone has arrived at the chess ring.

On top of the chess ring, a chess board is placed in the middle, with a person on each side of the chess board.

One of them is the current Saint Son of Qiling Pavilion, Su Monai.

And the other person...

"Xiang Zhiyuan..."

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiang Zhiyuan on the stage, smiling secretly in his heart.

The competition for the chess master does not require other judgments. Whoever wins this game of chess will be the chess master!

"Brother Su, I will not give in to this duel!"

Xiang Zhiyuan had a sneer on his face.

Over the years, he practiced crazily in order to wash away the humiliation he had suffered. Although Emperor Zuo was dead, he could not forget the humiliation that Chu Yan had brought to him. However, now Chu Yan is invincible in strength, and his status is not comparable to him at all. In this way, he must win, he must become the holy son of Qiling Pavilion. Under such status, Chu Yan will never dare to treat him openly. Take action.

"Xiang Zhiyuan, you want to take away my position as chess master, but you are not qualified!"

Su Monai said coldly.

"The competition begins!"

The words of the old referee fell, and the children in the hands of the two kept falling.

Soon, the chessboard was covered with chess pieces.

"This chess..."

Chu Yan's eyes flashed and fell on the chessboard on the arena.

Although Chu Yan did not study the chess technique deeply, he had some understanding of it. However, Chu Yan had never seen Xiang Zhiyuan's chess technique.

"this……"

Su Monai rubbed his eyes. He felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, his eyes were getting blurry, and he couldn't let go.

At this moment, illusory scenes appeared in front of his eyes. Each of these scenes was his nightmare and the pain deep in his memory...

In a daze, Su Monai fell down.

At this time, a voice came:

"You lose!"

A bullet fell from Xiang Zhiyuan's hand, and Su Monai was sentenced to death.

"Xiang Jia Xiang Zhiyuan defeated Su Monai and became a new generation of chess master!"

The old referee was shocked and announced the result.

Xiang Zhiyuan won!

Everyone was shocked.

Today's Four Arts Competition is shocking. Now the three saints are decided, and two of them have changed hands.

"Okay! Haha..."

Under the ring, the ancestor of the Xiang family laughed immediately.

Chu Yan, the ancestor of the Xiang family, was also very familiar with him. He was the old man with the array pattern under the Abyss Star back then.

This old man is the first ancestor of the Xiang family. Back then, he was sent by the Immortal Emperor, and a divine thought fell on the Abyss Star to suppress the entrance to the void where the Demon Lord was.

For many years, he has been worried about Chu Yan. He never dreamed that the boy he could rub at will has now become a top figure in the demon fairy world. As a result, he is even more worried about Xiang Zhiyuan's safety. He himself is old, but Xiang Zhiyuan is the hope of the Xiang family, and now that Xiang Zhiyuan has become a chess master, his heart is relieved.

"Xiang Zhiyuan, are you willing to join our Qiling Pavilion and become the Holy Son!"

The master of Qiling Pavilion looked at Xiang Zhiyuan and asked.

"Junior is willing!"

Xiang Zhiyuan responded loudly.

On the other side, when Su Monai heard this, he spurted out blood and fainted.

"Okay, from today on, you are my Holy Son of Qiling Pavilion!"

The Chess Emperor smiled and said, he didn't care who the Holy Son was, he only cared about his chess skills. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net