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    Fan Xingyue naturally didn''t know that Chu Yan was Yue Sheng''s senior brother.

    In this way, Yuesheng took the lead in picking up the painting holy laurel crown.

    The painting of the saint to replace the person is shocking.

    The master of Huaxianlou said at the moment, "Yuesheng, would you like to join me in Huaxianlou and become a sect saint?"

    "Senior Painting Emperor, I don''t want to join the sect yet, thank you for your kindness!"

    Yue Sheng clasped his fists and smiled, then walked off the ring.

    The painting emperor regretted for a while, so Fan Xingyue was still the saint who painted the fairy tower.

    After Yuesheng changed his face, he secretly ran to Chu Yan''s side and said happily, "Senior brother, I have become a painting saint!"

    "You little girl is really amazing!"

    Chu Yan couldn''t help laughing and said that he was also happy for Yuesheng.

    "Elder Brother, it''s all thanks to you!"

    Yue Sheng smiled, and everyone rushed towards the book.

    Next, is the competition for the calligrapher.

    On the top of the book, Zhao Bai and a cultivator also placed a table in front of them, and a piece of white paper was placed on the table.

    There is a tripod beside the two of them.

    This tripod is called Zhengqi Ding. People who read and practice calligraphy are often called scholars. The strength of a scholar’s ??handwriting depends on how much righteousness it contains. The height of righteousness rising above the righteousness tripod is the key to determining the success or failure of the two of them. .

    The time to write is a stick of incense.

    "Book Saint competition, the competition begins!"

    With the judge''s words, Zhao Bai and the person opposite started to write frantically.

    Almost instantly, the righteousness tripod beside the two vibrated.

    On it, a white aura of righteousness rose directly into the sky!

    The time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

    That Zhao Bai''s opponent, under the writing, caused fifty feet of righteousness.

    As for Zhao Bai, it caused a full sixty-seven feet of righteousness!

    Zhao Bai wins!

    He has kept the title of Scholar, and is still the Son of Scholar.

    "I''m not strong enough. Now I''m just a sect saint, and Chu Yan is already the emperor of the Demon Immortal Realm. When will I be able to catch up with him!"

    Zhao Bai sighed in his heart at this moment.

    Back then, when he was young and vigorous and ascended to the Immortal Realm, he was despised by many messengers. When he questioned him, he saw that the emptiness of the Immortal Veins continued to emerge. That time, his Dao Heart was almost completely shattered.

    He was hit too hard.

    Years later, he forcibly stabilized his Dao heart, so not only did he not fall into practice, but his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, thus becoming a holy son.

    All this, speaking of which, he would also like to thank that person.

    But when he wanted to find that person to fight, he knew that he had become the emperor of the Demon Immortal Realm, then he became the emperor''s commander, and he became a law enforcer...

    All this made him unable to match.

    But Zhao Bai didn''t give up, he had to keep working hard, because of the existence of Chu Yan, he has now cultivated, so this life Chu Yan is his goal.

    "This person……"

    Zhao Bai''s eyes suddenly fell on a figure under the ring, and there was a shock in his eyes.

    This figure made him a little familiar. When he flew up to the Immortal Spirit Pillar, he felt the same breath. Could it be...

    Zhao Bai''s eyes changed instantly.

    At this moment, everyone has come to the side of the chess game.

    On top of the chessboard, a game of chess is placed in the middle, with one person on each side of the chessboard.

    One of them is Su Monet, the son of Qiling Pavilion.

    And another...

    "Xiangzhiyuan..."

    Chu Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at Xiang Zhiyuan on the ring, and smiled in his heart.

    The competition for the chess master does not require other judgments. In this game of chess, whoever wins is the chess master!

    "Brother Su, this time the showdown, I won''t give in!"

    Xiang Zhiyuan had a sneer on his face.

    Over the years, he has been cultivating frantically in order to wash away the humiliation in the past. Although Zuo Huang is dead, he can''t forget the humiliation that Chu Yan brought him back then. However, now Chu Yan is invincible in strength, and his status is not comparable to him at all. In this case, he must win. He wants to become the holy son of Qiling Pavilion. Under such a status, Chu Yan would never dare to be open to himself. shot.

    "Xiang Zhiyuan, if you want to take my position as a chess saint, you are not qualified!"

    Su Monet said coldly.

    "The competition begins!"

    The old referee''s words fell, and the son in the hands of the two continued to fall.

    Soon, the chessboard was full of chess pieces.

    "This chess..."

    Chu Yan''s eyes flashed and landed on the chessboard above the ring.

    Although Chu Yan has not studied chess in depth, he has some knowledge about it, but he has never seen Xiang Zhiyuan''s chess path.

    "This……"

    Su Mo Nai rubbed his eyes, he felt that his head was getting heavier and his eyes were getting more and more flowery, and he couldn''t fall down.

    At this moment, in front of his eyes, there appeared one after another illusory scene, every scene was his nightmare, and it was the pain in his deep memory...

    In a trance, Su Monet fell.

    At this time, the voice came:

    "you lose!"

    A son fell from Xiang Zhiyuan''s hand, and Su Monet was sentenced to death.

    "Xiang Jia Xiang Zhiyuan defeated Su Mo Nai and became a new generation of chess masters!"

    The old referee was shocked and announced the result.

    Xiang Zhiyuan won!

    Everyone shook.

    Today''s four arts competition can be said to shock people''s hearts. Now the three saints have been decided, and two of them have changed hands.

    "Good! Haha..."

    Under the ring, the ancestor of the Xiang family immediately laughed.

    This ancestor of the Xiang family, Chu Yan is also very familiar with, it is the old man who was under the barren star.

    This old man was the first ancestor of the Xiang family. When he was dispatched by the Immortal Emperor, a spiritual sense fell on the Desolate Abyss Star to suppress the entrance to the Void where the Demon Venerable was.

    Over the years, he has also been worried about Chu Yan''s affairs. He couldn''t have dreamed that the boy he could knead at will has now become the top figure in the magic fairy world, so he is even more worried about the safety of Xiang Zhiyuan. He is already old, but Xiang Zhiyuan is the hope of the Xiang family, and now that Xiang Zhiyuan has become a chess master, his heart is also put down.

    "Xiang Zhiyuan, you are willing to join my Qiling Pavilion and become a holy son!"

    The pavilion master of Qiling Pavilion looked at Xiang Zhiyuan and asked.

    "The junior is willing!"

    Xiang Zhiyuan responded loudly.

    On the other side, when Su Mo Nai heard this, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

    "Okay, from today onwards, you are the holy son of my Qiling Pavilion!"

    The chess king said with a smile, he doesn''t care who the holy son is, he cares about the person''s chess strength. For mobile phone users, please visit http://piaotian.net