Xiao Baiyi shook his head and said with some uncertainty, "With that person's status, if he really takes action against a junior, even if it succeeds, I'm afraid it will be true. In my opinion, it's probably not the case."

"It doesn't matter, Brother Wu is not a reckless person. Since he has chosen to go alone, I think he should be somewhat sure. If things go wrong, there will be no problem in escaping!"

Wang Xuance nodded.

But none of the three people started fighting. As far as Wu Ming was concerned, no matter whether the road was smooth sailing or bumpy at every turn, if he lost, he lost.

The road to invincibility is blocked, the energy and energy are exhausted, and the general trend comes back, this is death!

…

At the same time, outside Langzhong Mountain, beside a small river, the cool breeze was blowing. The thatched pavilion was independent. Two people were sitting opposite each other inside. The black and white chess pieces were clearly visible on the stone table, making it difficult to distinguish them.

The person holding the white chess piece is a young Taoist priest, about twenty-three or four years old, wearing a Taoist robe, with a handsome head, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes.

At this time, it seemed that I was at a disadvantage, scratching my head and scratching my head, being undecided, and failing to make a move.

If Wu Ming were here, he would definitely recognize this Taoist priest as Li Chunfeng, whom he met once during his trip to Qianlongyuan!

"Hey, old gambler, aren't you a bad chess player? Why did you take the Shiquan Tonic this time, so powerfully?"

Li Chunfeng said impatiently.

Opposite him, there was a man wearing a Confucian shirt, with a refined air that made people feel like they were in spring breeze. His handsome face, about forty years old, showed vicissitudes and maturity that young people did not have.

"Little lunatic, don't flatter yourself. If I am a bad chess player and you lose eight times in ten games, who will you be?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt said calmly.

"Humph, that's what I allowed you to do. Also, I'm not a madman, but you are a gambler. And why are you so crazy that you have to come out to stir up trouble at this time?"

Li Chunfeng grunted a few times, suddenly took action, messed up the chessboard, and looked at the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt angrily.

He seems to be bohemian, but there seems to be a sparkling light in his eyes that makes people dare not look into them. They seem to reveal wisdom that can see through everything.

"After a friendship, I couldn't bear to see my old friend's body exposed in the wilderness, so I had to bury him with my own hands!"

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt looked indifferent and spoke softly.

"Don't act recklessly. This is the mountain gate of Tiangongyuan. Your moral skills are not enough!"
Chapter completed!