Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 343 Demon Race Black Smoke (1)
"There is no way forward, and there is no way back. Now... I should be able to ask the old man for the answer in my heart, right?"

The old man in green was silent, picked up a black stone from the chess jar, looked at the chessboard on the wooden table with his eyes, thinking about where to put the black stone in his hand on the chessboard.

The white piece that Xiao Han dropped was actually a suicide move.

However, because of Xiao Han, the Prince of the North Wing, this move of "seeking death" skillfully reversed the disadvantage of the trapped white son and easily destroyed the advantage of besieging the black son.

The old man in Tsing Yi has no way forward, no way back, he has only one way to "eat" right now - eat the white pieces trapped by the prince Xiao Han on the north wing between the black and white pieces intertwined on the chessboard.

It's just that once he eats the white pieces trapped by Xiao Han, the remaining white pieces placed by Xiao Han on the chessboard can move freely, and the black pieces he placed on the chessboard will face the white pieces placed by Xiao Han's periphery , the dilemma surrounded by many.

After a while, the old man in Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, threw the sunspot he was holding between his fingers back into the wooden chess jar on the table, and said with a soft smile: "Put it to death and then live, Xiao The prince is indeed a chess master!"

The bright red sunset glow infiltrated from the windows of the pine hut, covering Xiao Han's body to his heart's content, but the icy breath in Xiao Han's black eyes instantly faded away the remaining warmth.

On Xiao Han's handsome face, there is no pride of winning chess, and the eight words overflowing from his thin lips are also full of indifference: "If you want to take it, you must first give it."

On the face of the old man in Tsing Yi, there was no regret of defeat, his arms were entangled in front of his chest, and he said arrogantly when he lost: "If you want to take it, you must give it first. The old man admits defeat, Prince Xiao ask, I will give you the answer you want!"

This old man in Tsing Yi is known as Wu Xuetong by people in Jianghu, but people in Jianghu have no way of knowing his real name.

The so-called mastery of martial arts refers to—any kind of martial arts in the world, as long as you use it, even if it is just a mere move, he can tell the sect of this kind of martial arts and the origin of this kind of martial arts like a few treasures. Original founder.

Many Jianghu people who were attacked by the masked man, because they did not know the real identity of the masked man, would step into the threshold of the wooden house of the old man in Tsing Yi, and tell the old man in Tsing Yi, known as Wu Xuetong, the moves that the masked man used against them.

I hope to learn the true identity of the masked man from the mouth of the old man in Tsing Yi, so that he can find the right enemy in the future and carry out a fierce counterattack with an eye for an eye and an eye for an eye.

However, if one can find the desired answer from the mouth of the old man in Tsing Yi, there are conditions.

The condition of the old man in Tsing Yi is neither asking you to pay a huge amount of silver, nor asking you for rare treasures. The old man in Tsing Yi loves chess like crazy, as long as you can beat him in chess, you can just ask, he will give you the correct answer.

Conversely, if you can't beat him in chess, even if you use an extremely sharp blade and a fierce cold frame on his neck, you will not get the answer you want.

One: With the unfathomable martial arts of the old man in green, it is not an easy task for you to hold an extremely sharp blade on his neck with a ferocious coldness.

Second: Even if your martial arts are higher than that of the old man in Tsing Yi, if you cannot beat him in chess, and resort to force to force him, he will always give you only one sentence: If you are destined to meet in the underworld , I can consider answering you!
Xiao Han, the prince of the Northern Wing Kingdom, is deeply troubled by one thing. The only thing that can dispel the fog in his mind is to master any martial arts in the world, which are well-known.

So, Xiao Han stepped into the threshold of the old man in Tsing Yi's wooden house, and displayed his superb chess skills, and won the opportunity to ask the old man in Tsing Yi questions and get answers.

"Which sect in the world can use such a kind of martial arts, the whole person..."

The black eyes as deep as ice looked at the old man in Tsing Yi without blinking, and Xiao Han, whose thin lips slowly moved, asked the mist that filled his heart: "It turned into a wisp of black smoke, an unshakable wisp of smoke. Fragmented black smoke, incredible martial arts?"

At the third watch of the night before, he had just laid down on the bed, ready to put on his clothes and go to bed, when suddenly...

A masked man with a strong evil spirit appeared on his bedside like a ghost without disturbing any of the northern guards. He jumped up from the bed, and the five fingers of his right hand immediately moved Quickly, he tightly grabbed the neck of the mysterious masked man.

However, when he was pinching the masked man's neck with his five fingers, he was considering whether to ask the trespasser's intention, or just claim the life of the trespasser without further ado, he pinched the five fingers of the masked man's neck , unexpectedly fell into the air strangely.

Because, from head to toe, the masked man turned into a plume of black smoke in an instant, a soul-horrifying black smoke that could neither destroy nor shake his inner strength.

What made him feel even more creepy was that the masked man who had turned into a plume of black smoke was still able to speak to him.

Moreover, after the masked man finished speaking a few words, the black smoke that was motionless in front of his eyes turned transparent in an instant, completely disappearing from his sight.

Staring in astonishment at the black smoke disappearing before his eyes, or...

To be more precise, staring in astonishment at the masked man who disappeared strangely like black smoke, he almost suspected that he had encountered a monster.

However, he firmly believes that there can be no ghosts and ghosts in this world. Even if there are ghosts and ghosts, they are ghosts and ghosts living in people's hearts.

In addition, the few words that the masked man who turned into black smoke said to him before disappearing made him even more convinced that the masked man was not a monster, but a person with incredible abilities.

So, today he stepped into the threshold of Wuxuetong's wooden house, hoping to get an answer that can unravel the fog from Wuxuetong, who knows all about the world's martial arts like the back of his hand.

"What are you talking about, black... black smoke!"

Hearing Xiao Han's question, the old man in Tsing Yi suddenly suffocated, his originally crossed arms loosened, and his palms were clenched into the shape of fists.

According to the past practice, once the old man in Tsing Yi loses a game, as long as others ask a question, he will give an answer immediately, and he will never say a word of nonsense.

But this time, when Xiao Han asked a question, not only did the old man in Tsing Yi not give an answer immediately, but instead asked with a sudden change of expression: "Prince Xiao, why did you ask such a question?"

Xiao Han stood up from the chair, and moved closer to the old man in Tsing Yi.

A pair of dark eyes looked at the old man in Tsing Yi with a scrutiny rather than a gaze, and Xiao Han replied slowly with his thin lips: "Because... I encountered a humanized black smoke the night before, which made my internal strength unable to be shattered. People turned into black smoke!"

(End of this chapter)