Beijing, Xicheng District./

This is a courtyard house. In the process of urbanization, the ancient courtyard houses and alleys that are regarded as symbols of the capital have been almost wiped out. What are left are either cultural relics or former residences. There are almost no such thing as those who are still living in it.

It is said to be a courtyard, but it is actually larger than the courtyard. It is similar to the big house of the landlord Laocai in the past. It has three entrances and three openings, and then there is a huge patio in the middle. There is a rockery pavilion, a small garden and a small bridge. On the bamboo pole next to it, a few newly washed clothes were hung. And in the corridor outside the surrounding wing rooms, residents occasionally walked around.

This is really unimaginable. In a place like Beijing where every inch of land is valuable, there are such priority residences. Especially in that pavilion, there are three people playing chess.

Two people played chess, one of them watched without saying a word.

The chessboard is an ordinary chessboard carved on a stone table, but the chess pieces are not ordinary objects. The black and white colors are crystal clear, and there is a faint flash of exhaustion. But if you look at the stone table carefully, it turns out that the stone table is not an ordinary stone table... but... the authentic natural Kunyu!

Such a large piece of jade is made into a table and carved into a chessboard, which shows how luxurious the owner here is.

The two middle-aged men in their forties and fifties played chess, both of whom looked very ordinary, without a trace of a mortal aura. On the contrary, the young man in his thirties who was standing on the chessboard, although his eyes were also on the chessboard, he occasionally glanced up and his eyes emitted a urge tone.

The chess player makes silent moves, while the chess player watches the chess without saying a word. Apart from the occasional subtle footsteps from the surrounding corridors, the whole yard is extremely quiet, which contrasts with the surrounding tall buildings and noise.

It's strange that this quadrilateral yard is so quiet that you can't hear even a hint of car horns and noise outside, as if an invisible wall isolating the yard from the outside world.

In this environment, the message from a mobile phone in the young man's hand was a little harsh.

The message prompted one of the middle-aged men who played chess raised their heads, and then the young man showed apologies.

"It's okay, you can handle your business." The middle-aged man nodded with a smile. He waved his hand and picked up another chess piece, but it didn't fall down for a long time.

The young man opened the message, and with just a glance, his pupils shrank suddenly!

The middle-aged man who had picked up the chess piece noticed the strange thing about the young man, and he raised his head and looked at the young man.

The young man took a deep breath, and he quickly pinched out a soundproof barrier to cover the pavilion, and then slowly exhale.

"The Sword Saint is dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man holding up the chess piece suddenly trembled!

The middle-aged man opposite also raised his head suddenly. If Ding Ling saw this person, he would definitely call him a name immediately because this person had a deep impression on him.

Qin Feng, the drought was at work that day, Qin Feng was the leader of the battle team. They took the only extraordinary mid-level strongman among the group, a strong man who dared to fight against the level nine monster with his flesh and blood, and then resisted the missile with his body!

Or it should be said that the brave are the right one.

Ding Ling has always respected people who can give up their lives without hesitation for their faith and responsibility.

Since Qin Feng was seriously injured, Ding Ling just went to the hospital for a while and had no intersection. He didn't know what Qin Feng was like. But his respect for people like Qin Feng also vaguely affected Zuo Ling's mood when he invited Ding Ling to join Tiance as a guest minister. Since there are people like Qin Feng in Tiance Mansion, it is not too bad...

Qin Feng raised his head, and shock also rose in his eyes. After a moment, he whispered: "Are you sure?"

The young man nodded deeply: "The message Zuo Ling just sent."

The middle-aged man holding the chess piece sighed deeply: "That boy... is indeed sharp!"

Qin Feng quickly seized the key and asked in a deep voice: "Is there any relevant information?"

The middle-aged man shook his head with some regret: "It's a pity..."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and he quickly said: "But I guess the situation was urgent at the beginning, and it was rare for her to witness and confirm with her own eyes. Let her write a detailed report."

The young man nodded: "Yes."

Seeing that the two of them had no intention of continuing to ask, the young man bowed slightly, then left the pavilion and walked towards the wing room beside him.

Qin Feng and the middle-aged man holding a chess piece on the opposite side looked at each other. The two people's eyes touched in an instant, and then they understood each other's plans at the same time.

The middle-aged man holding a chess piece smiled slightly: "It seems that the move you took was the right one."

The so-called chess move is naturally the chess move that wins over Ding Ling.

Qin Feng also smiled and said, "I didn't see it with my own eyes when I first got rid of the drought. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes later, the whole scene was faithfully restored. Not to mention his bloodline and the magical shadow guard, just the spirit of his ability to sacrifice himself for battle... Such a person should not be our hostile target."

The middle-aged man nodded; "Sword Saint, Hao Tianjun... In addition to Hao Tianjun and the Transformation Heavenly Lord who died eight years ago, there are seven Heavenly Lords. I wonder how powerful these seven people are?"

Qin Feng smiled unabated: "Since he is a human, there is a way to deal with it. Didn't Ding Ling have already dealt with a Haotianjun? The strength of Jiutian is not all at the middle level of the Earth Realm like the Sword Saint, especially Zhu Tianjun and others, who only have the strength of the Holy Realm. But in addition to the Sword Saint, it is said that Jun Tianjun is the strongest..."

The middle-aged man continued: "That's right, and the other heavenly kings have been replaced one by one. It seems that only the Juntianjun has not replaced them in two sessions."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "But no matter how strong it is, at least Ding Ling has already given me a way. I really hope to talk to him when I have time. Speaking of which, this guy has not seen him for a few days, his family is getting thicker and thicker, and he has become a vaguely meaning of a prince."

The middle-aged man smiled. He did not speak immediately, but smiled and thought for a long time, and finally fell down the chess piece that had been holding in his hand.

After a while, he whispered: "Since he is a guest in our mansion, I'll help you occasionally... I don't think he will refuse."

Qin Feng heard the middle-aged man's words, his eyes flashed and he asked tentatively: "Minister, do you want to?"

The head of the Tengce Mansion nodded with a smile.

...

In the Youxutian, Ding Ling slept beautifully and opened his eyes after opening his eyes.

Under the careful care of various magic pills and A Youduo, his trauma quickly recovered at a terrifying speed. Although there were still some scars, it would not affect his actions at least.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he thought of killing the Sword Saint in the afternoon. Everyone must have another carnival tonight, so he was shameless and continued to stay in bed.

Then as soon as he left the door, he saw a sharp cold light slashing through the sky!

No, not cut! It's teleportation!

Ding Ling, who was still a little confused, was immediately frightened and creepy.
Chapter completed!