Grandpa is playing a very big game of chess? Wang Simin simply had some trouble understanding Han Qianqian's words. It was true that Grandpa loved to play chess, and many times he would even entertain himself extremely spiritually by himself.
But what did this have to do with playing a very big game of chess?
The wife was only the size of a small thumb cap, and the chessboard was only the size of a mirror, none of which could be called big.
At that moment, Han Qianqian had already flown to mid-air, and a slight release of energy in his hand, and in a flash, a huge barrier suddenly appeared from less than a meter in front of Wang Simin and the pierced mountain beetle.
The barrier was translucent, poking from the ground all the way to the top of the cave, and from the left all the way to the right, completely separating the entire stone house from the group of them.
"Is it the one that's been blocking us?" Wang Simin searched his eyes and saw that above the translucent barrier, there were still a few points of light vaguely dotted around.
The dots were connected, forming a perfect and beautiful light, like some star formation, or some star map.
It was a beautiful sight!
In the distance, a few people in Ning Yue also saw this scene, and their eyes widened.
"What is this?"
At this moment, Han Qianqian was smiling, and an energy in his hand was slightly transported up and fiercely struck at the screen.
At once, the powerful energy and the barrier emitted a dazzling light, and when Han Qianqian gathered his strength, a black dot of light was already imprinted in the barrier.
"What is Han Qianqian doing? Holy shit!"
"I can't understand."
"Is this a fight?"
Ning Yue's group was completely dumbfounded, you looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what to do.
"What's he doing?" The pierced beetle was also confused.
Wang Simin didn't say anything, just stared blankly.
And at that moment, as Han Qianqian's black points of light fell, those white points of light on the barrier began to move slightly.
When the white dots of light stopped moving, Han Qianqian used his energy once again and burned on another black dot.
"Where's the burner?" Knife Twelve rubbed his head in a strange way.
Mo Yang stared at this guy speechlessly, but not to mention, it was a bit like that.
"I know, it's playing chess, Han Qianqian is playing chess!" Suddenly, Wang Simin, who was at the other end, snapped and found out what exactly Han Qianqian was doing.
"Playing chess?" The pangolin was wondering, and when he looked up, it did look like that, "Shit, I can't see that this guy is quite versatile."
And almost at the same time, Han Qianqian in the mid-air moved once again.
As he moved, the dots of light on the barrier also moved quickly.
Between the two, they soon entered a phase of attacking away at each other's defences.
However, as time passed, a bit of cold sweat broke out on Han Qianqian's forehead.
Of course, the physical strength and energy consumption did not affect Han Qianqian in any way, but what really gave him a headache was the almost collapsing situation of the game.
The game was already a dead game, but the barrier was a more desperate reflection of the white pieces.
Every time Han could easily see the slightest hope of turning the game around, it was instantly obliterated by his opponent, and at the same time, the situation was brought to a more complicated level.
So much so that by now, Han Qianqian was almost out of moves to play.
"I'm afraid that Elder Wang's study of the art of chess throughout his life is to exercise his own chess skills, right?" Han Qianqian let out a bitter laugh.
Han Qianqian was right, the Wang family had an ancestral motto that those who won the Dragon Plate must train hard at chess, and even though Old Master Wang did not know the reasoning and subtlety of this, the ancestral motto, which had been studied by ten generations of the Wang family, had its own reasoning.
However, even if Han Qianqian could win against Mr. Wang, he would still be at a loss in the face of the current chess game.
"How can I break the game?"
Han Qianqian thought and thought, but he could not think of any solution.
All of them did not dare to make a sound, but just looked at Han Qianqian, who was stopped in mid-air, rubbing his chin and frowning.
Even Wang Simin and Ning Yue, who knew a little bit about chess, were at a loss when they saw that the barrier was a chess game, because in their eyes, it was already a dead game.
"Unless ......" Han Qianqian suddenly frowned.
"Unless this white disc in the centre is not there."
Han Qianqian set his eyes, on the central most white piece.
But how could he take this one white piece, Han Qianqian really had no idea.
Suddenly, Han Qianqian shook his head helplessly, flew down with a sigh, and took one step towards Dagger Twelve.
Knife Twelve was frozen on the spot, touching his face left and right, what the hell was he doing?