Click.
Someone's jade slip fell to the ground with a crisp sound, breaking the silence.
The next moment, exclamations, questions, and praises came from all directions.
"Another batch of dark horses!"
"What happened to this year's Dongzhou Competition?"
"I thought it was amazing that Xiang Hongyu broke the previous record, but I didn't expect that the record would be surpassed before it lasted for more than two days."
"Jiang Zhenchuan just broke through to the 67th round, barely tying the previous record. These two... are weird!"
"There are still ten days until the end of the third round. At his speed, he can at least reach the 90th round!"
"I think it can last at least ninety-five rounds!"
"Is he really a casual cultivator?"
Someone suddenly raised a question, and everyone fell silent again. Then they all came to their senses and looked at Sheng with a deeper and more inquiring look.
There is no doubt that the person who can stir up the most trouble in this Dongzhou competition is the witch Lu. Who else can it be?
"Did she really kidnap all the disciples of the five major sects in the first round just to kill Xiang Hongyu?"
"Could it be fake?"
"But isn't Xiang Hongyu alive and well?"
"How can outsiders like us know the secrets?"
"The evil Lu family woman has always been violent and ruthless. She is not one to give in..."
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Amid the discussions, Wei Leyan got a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and started eating them while listening, looking like a happy spectator, not at all like a true disciple of the sect.
He turned his head and glanced at his brother, and saw that he didn't even raise his head. He was busy solving the chess game from beginning to end. Then he looked at the first of the other three sects' true disciples, all of whom looked indifferent and bored. He immediately curled his lips.
Fortunately, he is not the first in true inheritance. If he really lived like the eldest brother, he would be better off dead.
But speaking of it, this evil woman of the Lu family is Wan Lingmo’s number one enemy, right?
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze and looked at Wan Lingmo's square room, and indeed saw that he looked unhappy.
Wan Lingmo put down the chess piece and stared silently at Xiang Sheng's disguised face with a slightly gloomy expression.
This face was very unfamiliar, but the indifference on its face was exactly the same as the one he had seen in Xuanwang City.
During the past six months of confrontation, he had always seen her appear before his eyes, but he could never catch her. He even felt a strange admiration for her.
If he were in the other person's shoes, he couldn't guarantee that he would do better than the other person.
But despite his admiration, his hatred hadn't diminished in the slightest. He wouldn't forget the excruciating pain and humiliation he'd suffered in Xuanwang City a year before for even a moment!
The true disciples of Qianxing Palace and Fengyue Sect are watching, and of course the Chiyan Sect is no exception.
The person who was most happy about Xiang Sheng taking first place was Lin Beilan.
"Junior sister is so amazing!"
Lin Beilan exclaimed excitedly. Ying Zhuo couldn't help but whisper a warning, "Senior Sister, Junior Sister Lu is so young, how could she even break through the chess barrier? There might be something wrong here."
"What could be the problem?"
Lin Beilan narrowed her eyes and snorted, "Junior Brother, don't be jealous of your junior sister! She can do so many earth-shattering things, she must be extremely intelligent. To be able to perform like this, doesn't it just prove that she has an extremely high talent for cultivation?"
Ying Zhuo was helpless and secretly sent a message to his junior brother Wei Zheng in the room on the other side of Lin Beilan, "Junior brother Wei, please persuade Senior Sister as well."
Wei Zheng was a quiet person. After hearing Ying Zhuo's voice transmission, he slowly replied, "Brother, you've seen how stubborn Senior Sister can be. Even Master couldn't stop her. It's useless for me to speak."
Ying Zhuo sighed and said no more.
"Brother Shu! Now you know you're wrong, right?"
Lin Beilan suddenly pointed out the name and turned to look at Shu Gaoming's square room on the wall. "If you weren't so afraid of death, how could our sect miss such a top talent?!"
Shu Gaoming yawned with a look of dejection, "You can't blame me for this. You should ask your Senior Brother Dong."
Lin Beilan's expression changed slightly when he heard this.
He knows?
Did he really master the magical power of eye skills?!
Lin Beilan was about to ask for clarification when Dong Jinghuan's slightly irritated voice rang in his ears, "Stop making noise!"
Everyone suddenly became quiet.
Lin Beilan sat down obediently.
It's not that she was afraid, but because Dong Jinghuan had cracked the most chess games, and the ranking of the Chiyan Sect still depended on him, she naturally didn't want to cause trouble.
Dong Jinghuan looked down at the chessboard, but his mind was not on it.
He gently stroked the cracked Four-Polar Formation Plate in his sleeve, and a rare sense of frustration arose in his heart.
He was arrogant and underestimated the difficulty of the game.
He originally thought that as long as he had the help of the Four Pole Formation, no matter how difficult the process was, he would be able to break through the 100th game in the end.
However, unexpectedly, after only three-quarters of the formation, the Four Pole Formation Plate had already exhausted its formation energy and could no longer continue.
Seventy-five games is his limit.
Dong Jinghuan suddenly looked up and saw Xiang Sheng still breaking the deadlock in an orderly manner, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart.
He knew what it was.
That was jealousy. He was actually jealous of a female cultivator whose cultivation was a thousand times lower than his.
But seeing that the chess game that he had painstakingly prepared for decades and still struggled to crack was easily broken by Xiang Sheng without any effort, how could he not feel jealous?
…
Xiang Sheng naturally didn't know about other people's reactions, nor was she interested in knowing them. Her mind was only on the chess game.
Over the next three days, she used the forbidden patterns to work backwards, and her speed in cracking the chess game remained steady, all the way to the 90th game.
But at the moment of entering the 90th game, a new idea suddenly emerged on the cushion under her seat.
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