Perhaps because of his confidence in his own strength, he did not think that he would be no match for Lord Yan Xuanyuan Moze.
After entering the city, he looked no different from an ordinary old man in gray clothes. His gray hair, plain gray clothes, unremarkable features, and restrained pressure and aura made him look so ordinary and inconspicuous.
After scanning the surroundings, he walked forward. The people in the sect had received news that Feng Jiu's man and child were staying in this city. As long as he could find the whereabouts of her child, he would not believe that she would not hand over the things!
Thinking of the things that were taken away from him, anger rose in his heart, but he suppressed it.
In a house in the city, Xuanyuan Moze was drinking tea and playing chess with a monk in the yard. After the monk opposite him placed a chess piece, he picked up a black piece with two fingers and played with it for a while, then slowly put it down.
The monk took a look and picked up another white piece and placed it down. Just as his white piece fell, the black pieces followed closely and surrounded the white piece, trapping him in a dead end.
"Donor's chess style today was very aggressive and fierce." The monk said slowly.
"Master, have you admitted defeat?" Xuanyuan Moze looked at him and asked, still playing with a black piece in his hand.
"My chess skills are no match for you, the donor. I have been playing for the whole morning but have not won a single game against you. I am really ashamed." He clasped his hands together and spoke slowly.
Xuanyuan Moze raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile: "It's normal that Master can't beat me." He looked outside the yard, as if waiting for something.
"I see that you seem to be waiting for someone." The monk looked at him calmly.
Xuanyuan Moze's deep black pupils flashed a dark light, and a low voice slowly came out of his mouth: "Waiting for the person who came to seek death." As soon as the voice fell, he looked at the monk and showed an ambiguous smile: "Master, you can stay and take a look. Maybe, it's someone you know."
The monk looked at him without saying anything, but just lowered his eyes slightly.
A shadow came out from nowhere, stepped forward, replaced a cup of hot tea for the two of them, and then quietly retreated into the darkness, guarding quietly.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Moze, who was playing with chess pieces, had a flash of eyes, and a cold light flashed across his eyes. He stood up instantly, fluttered his black robe, and disappeared in the yard like a gust of wind in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the monk looked up, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and went out.
At the same time, at the back door, the leader of the hidden sect was quietly entering the back door. However, as soon as he stepped on the ground at the back door, he felt a fluctuation of energy flow, which made him retract his foot immediately, but it was too late.
"call out!"
A sharp airflow sounded across the space and attacked the old man. The speed was so fast and the breath was so sharp that people couldn't help but raise their hearts. When the old man felt the airflow coming, he instinctively raised his sleeves and flicked them. A powerful force came out from his sleeves, brushing the air blade in front of him aside and dissolving it.
"call out!"
There seemed to be a sound that hit the wall with a whoosh. The old man looked and saw that it was a black chess piece. At this time, the black chess piece left a small hole after hitting the wall. The chess piece was stuck inside the wall. Baidu "天医凤九杰众文学" latest chapters are free to read at the first time.