Chapter Twenty-Nine Tail

"Sima Qianjun, 99 consecutive victories!"

Ninety-nine winning streak? The Quartet was uproar.

Hundred consecutive wins seem to be very easy, but it is extremely difficult to do. After all, none of the players who can participate in the Chess Soul match are selected, and ten endgames have been selected to be the real chess masters.

Sima Qianjun? Sima? Zhongshan chewed the name.

"Miscellaneous things, don't you say you can win? How did you lose?" There was a woman's applause among the crowd.

The woman was obviously very upset.

"The county master, Master Sima's chess skills, has entered the artistic conception, and his subordinates might as well!" A man's mournful voice came from inside.

"Then what do I want you to do? You say that you have high chess skills, and I specifically asked the Holy King to give you a 'median' position in heaven and earth. What can I do to support you? What use do I want you to have? I'm angry, I'm so angry! "The woman's angry voice came from inside.

At this time, Zhongshan also crowded into the crowd and saw the so-called county master.

It was a stunning woman in a fiery red shirt, no, a stunning woman, a pair of fox eyes, fox lips, fox ears, and a fox nose. The moment she looked at her face, Zhong Shan gave her a noun ‘fox fox’ in her heart.

Among the people whom Zhong Shan knew, maybe she was as beautiful as Nu Qinghui.

Absolutely scourge the country and the people. Absolutely all over the country. Absolute foxes are charming.

It's too beautiful, so that a group of good-looking chessmen here has many people's minds hooked by her, all staring at the red shirt woman.

In the country of Qingqiu, there are many foxes, beautiful women, and handsome men are as good as hair, but none can compare with her.

The eyes of these good-looking chessmen are the best illustration.

"Country owner, you can't blame me, Master Sima has reached the‘ ideal mood ’, and his subordinates ca n’t be beaten!” A man in Tsing Yi said with a look of frustration.

"The enemy can't be beaten? How did you tell me before? Be the first guest in my house? Just a little bit of a pound? Get me out, get out!" The woman kicked him.

The man did not dare to say anything, and fled in a panic.

"I'm so mad!" Said the lord, with a cross on his hips.

However, even if it is spicy, it is a wonderful enjoyment to show on this beautiful and charming woman. A smile and a smile aroused infinite reveries.

On the other side of the chessboard, at this moment was sitting an extremely handsome man.

The man had long cyan hair, a moment of contentment flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, he looked at the county lord with a touch of possessiveness. This person should be Sima Qianjun chanted by the crowd just now.

"The Lord of Jiuwei County? How are you as a guest?" Sima Qianjun smiled lightly.

"Well, don't be too proud of yourself, there are still many people who have reached Qingqiu's mood." The leader of Jiuwei County said coldly.

"But I will be able to cut a hundred people right away. I will soon be eligible to enter the Yanhai, and your main office in Jiuwei County is not eligible to go!" Sima Qianjun hit.

From Sima Qianjun's point of view, women can't always please, they must strike properly to show their strength. To conquer women. Sima Qianjun has long been staring at this prickly flower of Qingqiu. At the same time determined to take down this flower. So humorous, I can't find a second one even in Qingqiu.

"You? If you don't win a hundred games a day, don't show it in front of me!" Jiuwei Shizhu hated.

"That's not easy, who else will come?" Sima Qianjun immediately looked at the crowd.

Artistic conception, Sima Qianjun has reached the artistic conception of chess, who dares to come? Hundred consecutive victories, but it is as difficult as ever, each chess player looks at his folded cards, but does not want to be cleared.

Fight against masters of artistic conception, purely seek death.

"Dead man? Anyone coming?" Sima Qianjun stared.

The chessmen retreated backward, who came? Real peerless masters have long been qualified decades ago. Who will drag until now? It was only when Sima Qianjun just realized ‘the artistic conception’ that he killed the Quartet now.

"If no one comes, I will order. Whoever I point to, you must come and follow me, otherwise, you know our Sima Qianjun is great!" Sima Qianjun said in a deep voice.

The chessmen were depressed for a while, and they had to retreat.

"No one is allowed to go!" Sima Qianjun yelled.

The chessmen stepped down at the same time, and at the same time secretly exasperated in their hearts. Sima Qianjun, an important young master of the Sima family, who dares to offend? I knew I wouldn't come.

When everyone was nervous, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Sima Qianjun?" Zhong Shandan cried.

"Who?" Sima Qianjun's eyes were cold.

"I will meet you!" Zhong Shan stepped out.

Seeing someone coming out, a group of chessmen gave way and let Zhong Shan go. It was great, and finally there were some early birds.

The owner of Jiuwei County also looked at Zhongshan in surprise.

"Who are you?" Sima Qianjun said lightly.

"The one who wins you!" Zhong Shan was straightforward.

"Okay! Win him." Jiuwei County Master immediately called.

"Huh, a big tone, not afraid to flash your tongue!" Sima Qianjun said coldly.

"Do not flash your tongue, it's not up to you." Zhong Shan shook his head and walked up.

Zhongshan is very calm. Everyone feels that Zhongshan is very calm. But, is calm useful? The chess player was very calm just now, wasn't he defeated by Sima Qianjun?

Artistic conception, that is the realm in chess legend. Anyone who has reached the artistic conception has reached the peak of chess.

Zhong Shan sat down, glancing across the table of Go, and his eyes flashed, indeed, Sima Qianjun in front of him was a powerful character.

However, it is precisely because of this powerful role that it feels more abusive.

"Since you are looking for death, then come!" Sima Qianjun smiled evilly.

Sima Qianjun placed his folding card in the groove of the chess table, and the word 'nine nine' suddenly emerged on the chess table.

Zhong Shan put the folded card in the groove, and a word appeared on the chess table. Almost everyone was dumbfounded to see the word.

zero!

zero? Is it so exaggerated? Everyone drew a tragedy equal sign for Zhong Shan in their hearts.

The owner of Jiuwei County on the side was also annoyed, but looking at Sima Qianjun, he was very resentful, and he was so resentful that he must see his failure.

Sima Qianjun wielded a big sleeve, and the chess pieces on the chess table were divided on both sides. Sima Ce was white, and Zhong Shan was black.

"Zero? Hahaha, just because you want to play against Master Ben? I let you go first!" Sima Qianjun dismissed.

"That would be disrespectful!" Zhong Shan did not shirk.

Pick up a sunspot with your index finger and middle finger, and hit the chessboard very solemnly.

"Snapped!"

The sunspots fell, almost everyone stayed.

"Tianyuan? Is he a descendant?" A chess player exclaimed suddenly.

Everyone looked, and sure enough, Zhong Shan's first son was the most star point that fell on the center of the chessboard.

"Why did he fall into Tianyuan first? He was crazy?"

"The first child platooned, but the first child was abandoned when he landed in Tianyuan. Will he play chess?"

"Crazy, crazy, no one dares to fall on Tianyuan first, his head is broken. He must lose like this!"

A crowd of chessmen screamed at Zhongshan, but Zhongshan was standing still.

"Tianyuan? Did you deliberately let me? Or did you confess your defeat?" Sima Qianjun sneered.

"My son, the first son must be Tianyuan!" Zhong Shan said in a deep voice.

This is the fact that Zhongshan and Nangong won, and Zhongshan's first son never fell only Tianyuan, the star point at the center of the chessboard. The first child never falls into the other.

Because Zhongshan's chess is different from others, the one under Zhongshan is 'Emperor Chess', which is called 'King Lin Tian Xia'.

Where Tianyuan is, the first son will fall.

"Hum, since you're looking for death, it's no wonder I am!" Sima Qianjun sneered.

"Slap!" Sima Qianjun got off the ground.

"Slap, pop, pop!"

The two settled each other, but everyone was not optimistic about Zhongshan, because Zhongshan's setoff was too counterintuitive. It stands to reason that Sima Qianjun had settled down, and Zhongshan should stick it, but Zhongshan was self-propelled Occasionally one child and two children are posted.

Sima Qianjun is more and more disdainful. Does this person really not play chess?

When Sima moved forward and dropped his thirtieth son, he occupied various advantageous positions. As if the overall situation had been set, he sneered and looked at Zhongshan Road: "It's you, I can't think you can get a discount card!"

Zhongshan did not return to him, the sunspot in the hand paused slightly, and the solemn son pressed it down.

Under that press, a strange breeze blew from the direction of the chessboard.

A faint breeze blew so that everyone suddenly felt like a spirit, and Zhongshan Sunspot fell.

"Snapped!"

The sunspots fell, and the sound of that moment seemed to knock on everyone's hearts, and almost everyone seemed to suddenly see a stream of purple gas spraying from where Zhongshan fell.

Many people shook their heads and thought they were wrong.

Emperor Chess Purple Qi! Zhongshan fell all of a sudden, and the dust was almost settled.

On the entire chessboard, the situation changed greatly, and the situation of Sima Qianjun's steady victory turned into a defeat in an instant.

The chessboard was as if Black was looking down at White.

"Good, good chess!" Sima Qianjun hated.

Sima Qianjun took care. At this moment, Sima Qianjun finally knew that the person in front of him was not a garbage at all, but a real master of layout.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Constantly falling off, but the more falling off, the more sweat Sima Qianjun's forehead.

"Tianyuan? Tianyuan's son can actually support the Quartet?"

"No, Tian Yuan's son seems to be a commander, who is in charge of the chessboard world. Its existence causes White to never turn over!"

"It's wonderful, it's incredible. One son in this day is really a god. With this son, Sima Qianjun can only lose, there is no possibility of victory!"

The onlookers screamed in admiration.

At this moment, Sima Qianjun was deeply absorbed in his eyes. His eyes were full of horror. Sima Qianjun was covered with sweat. Sima Qianjun felt that as soon as he fell, he would attract thousands of spears. The whole shot was stabbed in his heart.

Depressed, every drop is dull. There is no way to start, as if everywhere goes down, the entire chessboard has become the world before us, let him gallop, let him go crazy, he is just being abused.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Sima Qianjun is going crazy. The abused mania is endless.

You ca n’t lose, you ca n’t lose. This is the last game. The winning streak is now. Once you lose, it is zero. You ca n’t lose. The strong will forces Sima Qianjun to endure the inner abuse.

However, watching Bai Zi was eaten one by one. Sima Qianjun found in despair that even if there was a technique of returning to heaven, he could not save his chess game.

"Slap!" Zhong Shan fell last.

"You lost!" Zhong Shan said lightly.

When this son fell, Sima Qianjun found that he was really defeated. Looking at his white chess, it seemed that he was no longer white at this moment, but was stained with blood and completely bloody.

"Look, what's that?" Exclaimed a chess player.

Everyone looked at the chessboard again carefully. At this moment, everyone found weirdly. On the entire chessboard, Zhongshan's black chess actually unknowingly ejected two words. In the black chess surrounded by white chess, the two clear words are not seen until the dust is settled?

Too weak!

"Too weak"? Is this humiliating Sima Qianjun too weak?

Everyone stayed.