Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 296
"Win me?"

Xiao Tingchen washed his hands in the tub unhurriedly, "I will tell you how to come and how to come back."

The phrase "how did you come, how did you come back" changed Kazama Linye's momentum drastically.

The murderous aura was getting stronger, he suddenly waved his wide sleeves!
A huge incense burner appeared in the field.

Rather than saying it is an incense burner, it is more appropriate to say it is a copper tripod!

Kazama Linye poured all kinds of incense powder into the copper tripod with internal force, and the incense clouds curled up and gathered in mid-air to form a group, which was as big as auspicious clouds, which was spectacular!
He jumped into the air, and the cloud of incense immediately spread out in the air, forming criss-cross lines, so huge that it spanned half of the white terrace!
"That's... a chessboard?!"

Su Jiu was surprised.

Xie Rongjing's face was condensed, "It's half a chessboard!"

Kazama Linye raised his hand and smiled provocatively: "Mr. Fusheng, please play a game with me."

On the sidelines, the hearts of the people of Daqi hung up.

They have already lost two games, this one must not be lost!

Xiao Tingchen raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The wide sleeves flicked, and the bronze tripod in front of him also rose with a fragrant cloud!

Xiangyun, controlled by internal force, is as fine as a line drawn with an ink pen, splicing together with the opposite half of the chessboard in mid-air.

Accuracy, even more wind and field!
A huge chessboard spans the entire white terrace.

Both of them stood in the air.

Kazama Linye put his fingers together, drew a wisp of smoke from the copper tripod, turned into a white piece, and slowly landed on the chessboard.

Xiao Tingchen smiled, flicked his wide sleeves, and added a scent of powder into the copper tripod.

The color of the incense mist immediately turned red, and this color was used to distinguish it from the opponent's white pieces.

He calmed down.

The people on the sidelines saw that he was able to cope with it freely, and felt that it was a false alarm, and they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Rongjing looked at Su Jiu.

The little girl's eyes were shining, it was an expression of yearning.

He lowered his eyes, a little sad.

Although his skills have improved a lot in the past six months, compared to Mr. Fusheng, he is still far behind.

In mid-air, Kazama Linye's gloomy face completely unfolded, "I thought the Central Plains Fragrance Dao was about to collapse, but I didn't expect there to be such a master as you. Mr. Fusheng, I now believe that you are the direct disciple of that master 20 years ago Yes. But this is the fun, the stronger the opponent, the more excited I will be when I destroy it."

There is a strong desire to conquer in his eyes.

Shady birds of prey are like falcons, extremely terrifying.

He made a chess piece, and on the chessboard formed by the condensed fragrance and mist, the white pieces were vertically and horizontally in the shape of a dragon, as if they could swallow half of the country with one bite.

Xiao Tingchen settled down leisurely.

His offensive and defensive momentum is as gentle as water, and it seems that he will be defeated at any time in front of Fengjianlinye's thunderous and stormy raiders.

The people on the sidelines are very anxious.

Hua Lao frowned amidst the discussions one after another.

He used to play chess with this elusive Lord Fu Sheng, and the opponent's chess moves were treacherous and unpredictable, why did he seem to be a different person today?
Could it be that the boy from Japan is difficult to deal with?
He picked up the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The Dongying old man next to him smiled and said: "To tell the truth, Mr. Kazama is the grandson of the curator. He has been soaked in the incense pile since he was born and grew up. The curator once said that Mr. Kazama's level of incense making has long been No less than him. Faced with such an amazing and talented person, even the person who ranks first in your country's Tianxiang list, will be helpless? I think the outcome of this battle of incense has been decided."

Losing is not losing, Hua Lao sneered, noncommittal.

(End of this chapter)