C457 (2/2)

”High school students?”

Sun Jia Liang lightly tapped his pipe. ”For this high school student, what kind of conflict does the yellow-clothed group have with him?”

”Our Yellow Robes …”

”It's your yellow-clothed group.”

Sun Jialiang reminded him, ”Next time, don't shout incorrectly.”

”Yes, Mr. Sun …”

The lackey quickly corrected himself, ”Our yellow clothed group's Yellow Ox was beaten up by him.” The market in the old city had also been taken away by him … But in addition to us, Mr. Sam of the United States has also been interested in him, and asked us for some information about him … ”

”I know.”

Sun Jia Liang nodded. ”Let's find a time. I want to have a chat with this high school student.”

”Huh?”

The lackey was a bit surprised. What kind of person was Mr. Sun to condescend to talk to a high school student?

”Go on, help me arrange this.”

”I, I know …”

The lackey nodded and had to do it for Mr. Sun.

At the same time, Murong Ying also followed Luo Ma Gu Road and finally arrived at Wu Dang Mountain.

It wasn't even fifteen yet, and it could still be considered the New Year's Eve. Even in this quiet Wu Dang Mountain, there were red lights all over the place and there was a festive atmosphere.

There was still a little snow floating on Mount Wudang. Snow and red lights illuminated each other, giving off a mysterious feeling.

Murong Ying followed the path at the back of the mountain, following the disciple Wu Dang, all the way to the main hall of the Wu Dang Mountain Sect.

The largest building in the Wu Dang Mountain was the True Martial Hall; it was bustling with pilgrims. Naturally, Murong Ying didn't go to the True Martial Hall. She followed the young disciple Wu Dai and arrived in front of a small yard.

There was a huge stone chessboard in the yard, and two people were sitting facing each other, as if they were playing a game.

Hong Fang was an old man dressed in a plain white robe. He had the demeanor of a transcendent being, as if he were an immortal descending from the heavens to the mortal world. The old Daoist sat there cross-legged, one hand holding his horsetail whisk and the other pointing at the chessboard, as if pondering what to do next.

Meanwhile, Hei Fang was a bald old monk with white eyebrows. This old monk had a pair of long-lived eyebrows, from the corner of his eyes to his shoulders.

The two of them sat on the two sides of the chessboard. With a wave of their hands, they used their inner Qi to move the chessmen around.

That stone chess piece was as big as a millstone. However, in the hands of the two superior cultivators, they were flying through the air with ease.

The two of them fought back and forth, a formless battle going on.

Not only were they competing in chess, but they were also competing in their own internal energy.

When Snowy met the two of them, she fell to the side and never touched them.

The young disciple brought Murong Ying and was about to report to her, but was stopped by Murong Ying.

How could she be disturbed when two experts were playing chess?

This old Daoist was the Sect Leader of Mount Wudang, Daoist Wuji. As for the one opposite him, he was Shaolin's abbot, Master Yuxu.

Both of them were Venerable Ones from the martial arts world, and their kung fu was also at the peak of perfection. However, five years ago, these two were defeated by Murong Ying's sword. However, the two of them did not feel that anything was amiss. On the contrary, they treated Murong Ying as a friend who had just forgotten their youth.

”

Master Yuxu suddenly dropped a son, sealing all of Wuji's escape routes.

”This round, this old monk has won!”

Master Yuxian seemed to be slightly pleased with himself.

One second, remember the address: