Sword Tempering Valley.

Qin Lang's face looked a little ugly.

The people from the Alchemy Hall scared him.

Just to get some spirit stones, he actually called himself the Alchemy Saint?

That's not too far-fetched.

The most outrageous thing is that they are actually willing to kneel down?

Don’t you know that a man’s knees are made of gold?

Kneel at every turn!

Is it really that important just for a few spirit stones?

Fortunately, he was smart and knew how to run away.

Otherwise, I don’t know how many spirit stones I will lose.

Walk into the Sword Tempering Valley.

Qin Lang discovered that Demon Lord July and others were all looking at the valley entrance.

As if aware of his arrival.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

He asked in confusion.

Demon Lord July and others immediately looked sullen.

Only the bright moon has eyes full of care.

"Master uncle, you don't look well, what happened?"

She is a cold person, and only shows gentleness when facing Qin Lang.

Qin Lang shook his head.

He did not choose to reveal everything that had just happened.

Dan Sheng, what a great title.

If Haoyue and the others knew about this.

If in the future, his identity as a “rookie” in the Juxi Realm will be exposed.

Wouldn't that make people laugh?

He must not speak of this matter.

"It's better not to mention it."

Waving his hand, he took out the chess set he bought at the auction house.

"Who among you knows how to play chess?"

Qin Lang looked at Haoyue and others and asked.

Haoyue shook his head.

She has no interest in chess.

For ten thousand years, she has been almost immersed in cultivation.

I have never played chess before.

The Demon Lord July also said no.

What can he do? He can do nothing except killing people.

As for Mu Yu?

He is obsessed with refining equipment, and can do nothing else.

Only Sanlang ran to Qin Lang excitedly.

"I can! Uncle-master, I'll accompany you!"

He is the romantic mad sword Sanlang.

He only uses three swords in a fight.

But when it comes to picking up girls, he has many tricks up his sleeve.

Taoist chess is one of them.

If he remembered correctly.

It seems that he is hanging out with a chess master in a chess hall.

It seems that he is the elder of the chess hall or something.

For this purpose, I specially practiced Taoist chess.

Finally, after he conquered the elder of the Chess Hall with Taoist chess, he launched a sweet verbal offensive.

Take it down and go to Wushan together.

Although I have never met the elder of the Chess Hall again.

The Taoist chess playing method is ingrained in our bones.

He still remembers it.

Being able to defeat the elder of the Chess Hall, his level of Taoist chess is naturally beyond doubt.

"Uncle Master, just playing chess is a bit too boring. How about we try something a little more exciting?"

Sanlang said excitedly.

He didn't think he would lose.

That's why I dared to suggest adding a little bonus.

"The prize?"

Qin Lang frowned.

It doesn't matter if it's a little bit of a gamble.

But he didn't know what the prize was, which made him a little panicked.

What if you want to gamble with spirit stones?

What if he loses?

Then wouldn't he have to pay for the spirit stones?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

You can’t gamble with spirit stones!

Sanlang nodded, looking very excited.

"That's right! Uncle-master, let's have some fun, otherwise it will be so boring!"

He petitioned Qin Lang.

Anyway, he felt that there was no way he could lose.

Qin Lang frowned.

He felt that Sanlang dared to offer a prize.

That must mean you are very confident.

"I don't have any spirit stones, what prize do you want?"

Qin Lang asked.

Anyway, there are no spirit stones!

Everything else is fine.

Sanlang looked disgusted.

Spirit stone?

What use is this thing to him?

If he wants spirit stones, wouldn’t that be easy?

Why use spiritual stones as a prize?

"Uncle Master, you think too shallowly of me! I don't care about spirit stones. If you lose, how about teaching me how to control the heavenly tribulation?"

Sanlang said with interest.

He has been thinking about controlling the heavenly calamity for a long time.

But I still can't figure out the key.

He especially wanted Qin Lang to guide him again.

Qin Lang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Control the natural disaster?

This thing is simple.

He can teach, but there is no guarantee that Sanlang can learn it.

After all, the master only leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you.

But as Sanlang said, liking spirit stones is superficial.

Qin Lang disagrees with this statement.

He just likes spirit stones, but is he superficial?

If you have spiritual stones, what does it matter if you are a little superficial?

It doesn’t matter!

"I'm more superficial. If you lose, you give me spirit stones. If I lose, I'll teach you how to control the heavenly tribulation. How about that?"

Qin Lang looked at San Lang expectantly.

"sure!"

Sanlang was very happy.

It's just a spirit stone, he has plenty of it.

"Uncle Master, if you win a round, I will give you one million. If I win a round, you have to teach me how to control the heavenly tribulation once!"

He felt that perhaps he would not be able to learn to control the heavenly calamity even after one or two attempts.

Therefore, the more rounds you win against Qin Lang, the more teachings you will receive.

The more he is taught, sooner or later he will be able to truly control the heavenly tribulation!

“Gurgle…”

Qin Lang swallowed secretly.

One million...

Oh shit!

He is indeed a stupid rich man.

Really rich!

Playing a game of chess, if you lose a round you will get one million?

Isn’t this a spiritual stone that comes right to your door?

Qin Lang was very excited.

"Yes, yes, of course!"

He nodded repeatedly.

In this world, on this Qiankun Continent, is there anything more fascinating than spirit stones?

No!

Under the watchful eyes of Demon Lord July and others.

Qin Lang and San Lang set up the chess pieces.

The two began to play chess.

First round…

Round 2…

Round 3…

"ah!"

Sanlang screamed.

The screams were filled with panic and fear.

He never expected it.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, he lost three rounds in a row.

He is very confident about chess.

After all, he was able to defeat the elders of the Chess Hall.

Sanlang thought that apart from the people in Qiyitang, there should be no one who could be his opponent in Taoist chess.

Moreover, I had never heard before that Qin Lang could play chess.

I thought Qin Lang was only interested in Taoist chess.

In fact, he's just a newcomer.

But now he realized it.

In front of Qin Lang, he is the newcomer.

How is it possible that there is someone with such high level of chess skills?

The most important thing is that Qin Lang's cultivation is also unfathomable in his eyes.

I thought Qin Lang had put all his energy into cultivation, which is why he has achieved his current level of cultivation.

Unexpectedly, Qin Lang's chess skills are so amazing.

How, exactly, was this done?

"Are you coming again?"

Qin Lang looked at San Lang with some anticipation.

Although Sanlang's level of Taoist chess is not as good as that of the Sword God in the Mediterranean.

But you can earn spirit stones by playing against Sanlang!

One round is one million.

He just won three waves and three rounds in a row, which means he got three million just like that!

A full three million, earned in less than half a quarter of an hour.

Isn't this too easy?

"Uncle Master, you..."

Sanlang looked at Qin Lang in surprise.

He didn't expect Qin Lang to ask him if he was coming.

Damn it, doesn’t Grandmaster Qin Lang think he’s a loser?

"Come! Come again!"

Sanlang clenched his teeth.

He just doesn't believe it.

After three consecutive defeats, he roughly knew Qin Lang's tactics.

Next, he will change his tactics.

Let Qin Lang understand that his Sanlang’s chess level is very high, especially high!

Ten breaths later...

There were traces of tears on Sanlang's face.

He didn't say anything, but a feeling of sadness and despair lingered around him.

Demon Lord July and others looked at each other.

They have thought about it.

Since Uncle Master Qin Lang dared to propose a game of chess.

I guess he is good at chess.

It is very likely that we can win three waves.

But Sanlang lost so easily.

Even so quickly he was defeated.

They really didn't expect this.

"Alas, the masters are lonely!"

Qin Lang sighed with regret.

Is chess difficult?

Why are they all so weak?

It's boring, boring, not interesting at all.

But for the spirit stones.

Qin Lang is willing to endure this invincible loneliness.

He looked at Sanlang eagerly:

"Are you coming again?"

Sanlang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was a little suspicious whether he was hallucinating.