"But it's nothing to me, so you don't have to mind!"

"snort!"

Zhou Fan threw down the chess piece, waved his sleeves, and put away the chessboard.

"This is the game."

But his expression was a little depressed. Did he have a good mood to play chess, but he didn't expect to lose nine games in a row?

As the monk improves his cultivation, his thoughts become more and more rapid as he turns.

Those with a cultivation level like Zhou Fan can turn as many as billions of times in one thought.

Logically speaking, you can calculate all the ways of chess, so how can you lose?

It’s just because the chess game is not just a calculation, but also knows how to advance and retreat and knows how to choose.

"You are becoming more and more like a reckless man!"

Cang Xiyan smiled.

Zhou Fan smiled silently, "Reckless man... Hum?"

He frowned, and then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Cang Xiyan asked, this was the first time she had seen Zhou Fan like this.

"My nephew is here!"
Chapter completed!