Rebirth of the Urban Madman

There were more than a thousand black and white pieces on the chessboard.

At some point, the white pieces had occupied a piece, swallowing up the black pieces, ten pieces, a hundred pieces...

Qin Xuan's face remained calm, and he placed the pieces with his fingers.

Wu Zhuo's face had turned ashen.

If what he said at the beginning was a slap in the face.

Now, he must have been bruised and swollen.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how can he reverse such a disadvantage!"

"It must be that the chessboard is infinite, so he was forced to consume to such a point and reverse the victory!"

"It must be like this, if the chessboard was only normal size, he would definitely lose!"

Wu Zhuo murmured in a low voice, as if he had found a way out for his slip of the tongue.

"That kid from Shengtian Zhenzong, keep your voice down for this Saint Girl, don't disturb this Saint Girl watching the chess game!" At this moment, the chessboard was at the critical point of victory or defeat, and the black and white twins were almost tied.

Wuxian was concentrating his energy and mind to watch, but was disturbed by a subtle sound in his ear, and glared at Wu Zhuo fiercely.

On the chessboard, Qin Xuan was still placing his pieces slowly and steadily.

Reversing the outcome seemed to be a matter of time.

From the beginning to the end, there was no attack at all. If this chessboard was a battlefield and the black and white pieces were soldiers, then Qin Xuan's chess was a matter of attack and retreat in an orderly manner.

But even so, Qin Xuan reversed the outcome and swallowed several times the black pieces.

This is terrifying.

Su Xuan's indifferent eyes were already occupied by the incredible.

From the beginning when Qin Xuan placed his pieces to now, she has been watching every piece, and every piece is very ordinary.

But with hundreds of pieces here, the black piece has been defeated.

"How did he do it?" The saint girl was replaying Qin Xuan's previous moves in her mind, as if she wanted to get a glimpse of its true meaning.

Tianxu, however, was even more shocked.

"Changqing boy, if you don't practice the art of formation, it's really a big loss for the formation practitioners in the cultivation world!" He murmured in a low voice.

Only he could see clearly that the black piece was still swallowing the white piece.

However, the white piece swallowed by the black piece was deliberately done by Qin Xuan.

Wasting the black piece swallowing the useless white piece put the black piece into trouble.

Like two soldiers attacking, one with a sword, but the black piece only attacked the skin and bones of the white piece.

Once the white piece drew his sword, it would hit the vital point, the heart and throat.

How could the same sword be the same?

There is a connection between the art of chess and the art of formation. Only Tianxu, the descendant of the formation fairy, can see this.

As time passed, there were no more black pieces on the chessboard. All that was seen were white pieces.

In Miaoqing Tower, a sound of piano sounded, as if celebrating Qin Xuan's victory.

Qin Xuan stood up slowly, looking at the chessboard and shaking his head slightly.

When he was in the fairyland, he often played chess with others for several days and nights. Naturally, he was defeated every time.

He was not good at chess, but he easily won the chess test in Miao Qinglou.

There was no other reason, because the person who played chess with him in the fairyland was the incarnation of heaven.

Playing with heaven!

When Qin Xuan won, there was a king shouting angrily, sweeping away the chessboard in front of him.

He turned his head and looked at Qin Xuan, his face full of bitterness.

Every chessboard was different. He only placed less than 20 pieces before being swallowed up by the black pieces.

Wu Zhuo had no face to continue watching at this moment. He walked to a table beside him and sat down, and began to break the level.

Su Xuan glanced at Qin Xuan lightly, looked at Qin Xuan, said nothing, and continued to break the level.

Qin Xuan naturally ignored Su Xuan. He glanced at Wuxian and the others and slowly said, "You go to break through the barriers, I'll go get the piano!"

With one sentence, the whole Miaoqing Building seemed to fall into a dead silence.

A group of people stared at Qin Xuan, their faces were extremely ugly.

They broke through the barriers for the Miaobi Danqing and the Huangmu Leiyin Qin.

Qin Xuan was fine. He had already broken through the second barrier and got the third-grade Miaobi Danqing. If he took the Huangmu Leiyin Qin again, what would be the point of breaking through the barriers?

Or did Miaoqing Building have a second Huangmu Leiyin Qin?

What everyone couldn't accept the most was Qin Xuan's indifferent, relaxed tone, as if he was taking something out of his bag.

It seemed that the Huangmu Leiyin Qin was already in his hands.

"As you like!" Even Tianxu couldn't help but twitch his lips, using a "you" to express his protest.

Is it necessary to hit people like this?

Qin Xuan ignored him and walked directly to the Phoenix Wood Thunder Music Harp.

The third level is about music, winning with music.

If the music is recognized by Miao Qinglou, he can get the Phoenix Wood Thunder Music Harp.

"Hey, Qin Changqing, you don't have a musical instrument, how about I lend it to you?" Wuxian shouted. The third level is about music, and the rules of the assessment are all on the stage, and everyone present knows it.

"No need!" Qin Xuan said lightly, he stepped onto the high platform and sat behind the Phoenix Wood Thunder Music Harp.His eyes fell on the Phoenix Wood Leiyin Qin, and he looked at this third-grade precious harp quietly.

Finally, Qin Xuan slowly closed his eyes, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a rock.

Wuxian and others below looked at each other, Tianxu took a look, and spread his hands and said: "I have nothing to do, so it's okay to try this second level!"

"I am not good at chess, so I may not win, but it's worth a try!"

Wuliang spoke, he walked to the table first, and began to place pieces on the chessboard.

The people below were also placing pieces, some were sweating, and some were frowning, looking at the chessboard.

It's too difficult!

Even Su Xuan frowned, looking at the chessboard, it was difficult to understand, and the white pieces in her hand did not fall for a long time.

They saw that Qin Xuan broke the chessboard easily, but when it really came to themselves, they realized how difficult this chessboard was.

Suddenly, someone stood up suddenly.

"It's not broken. This chessboard is really hard for people. He must be lucky!" Someone stood up and looked at Qin Xuan behind the Phoenix Wood Thunder Sound Qin, with jealousy in his eyes.

Su Xuan paused and looked at the man, "Wu Zhuo, since he can break it, why can't you? Such a state of mind is inferior!"

"Saint girl!" Wu Zhuo hesitated to speak, his face flushed with anger, and finally sat down with a depressed look.

He looked at the chessboard and wanted to smash it with a punch.

At this moment, on the high platform, Qin Xuan finally opened his eyes slowly, and he looked at the Phoenix Wood Thunder Sound Qin.

He was also not good at the art of playing the qin. He liked to listen to music, but never played the qin.

In his memory, there were only a few qin pieces.

But what he remembered most in this life was the Longchi Mountain, where someone came to play every year.

Ten fingers fell on the green strings, and quietly, everyone's ears, the music started, like lovers whispering, talking about their happiness, joy, past, nostalgia, memories...

Qin Xuan's lips also opened gently.

As the sound of the piano rose, the sound was like magnetism, calm.

"When I first met you, I was in the cold window with you;

When I met you again,

You are already unparalleled in the world!"

He lowered his eyes, as if he saw the girl carrying the piano in Longchi in the past.

From youth to old age, this song has been played every year.

The sound of the phoenix wood thunder piano spreads in all directions, like a confession of the heart and the pain of love.