Chapter 200 Come on, Come on, Play Chess!

They looked at each other for a few times, and all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Spiritual refiners are not real immortals. Even if they have realized the Tao and entered the throne, their lifespan has been improved, but few people can live for more than 200 years.

The ultimate cultivation within this lifespan is the "Tao Realm" of the throne.

The five people here are almost all at this level. The throne of the Tao Realm is determined by the strength of the Tao they have realized and whether they have mastered it.

For those like the two elders, who have realized the Tao in a mediocre way and cannot master it, it is very likely that their lives will be like this. It is said that their lifespan will come to an end one day and they will die.

But above the "Tao Realm", it is completely different.

Perceiving the profound Tao and successfully killing it, entering the throne of the "Zhan Dao Realm", not only can the cultivation be greatly improved, but the upper limit of lifespan can be increased by nearly ten times.

The old man in front of him dared to call the two elders young men directly. Could it be that he is the throne of the Zhan Dao Realm?

Jiang Bianyan looked at the old man's shoulder pole, then at the small axe on his waist, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He seemed to have an answer, and asked with difficulty: "Senior, is your surname... Cen?"

They were clearly in the opposite camp, but they unconsciously used a respectful title. It is conceivable how shocked Jiang Bianyan was at this time.

The old man's eyes lit up: "You actually know me?"

The other four were stunned. They turned to look at Jiang Bianyan, not knowing why.

"Who is he?"

Jiang Bianyan took a deep breath, as if to calm down the shock in his heart.

"Cen Qiaofu!"

The old man nodded approvingly, and did not deny it.

The four people were stunned for a moment, and then horror appeared in their eyes.

"But is it the legendary Cen Qiaofu of 'The Woodcutter and the Axe'?"

Qiao Qianzhi unconsciously glanced at the small axe on the old man's waist. Although he was asking a question, he already had the answer in his heart.

Sure enough, he saw Jiang Bianyan nod, and his heart was in turmoil.

There are many powerful people in the world of soul refiners, but there are very few who are truly legendary and can be remembered by the world.

The woodcutter and the axe are one of them.

It is rumored that Cen Qiaofu was originally an ordinary person. He traveled back and forth between the mountains and forests all his life, running for a living. His daily task was to chop wood and fetch water, and he lived like this for hundreds of years.

At the age when he should have died, this old man suddenly became enlightened. He cut the way to the throne overnight, and then he used an iron axe and a shoulder pole to create a world, shocking the world.

In the words of the soul refiner, this person spent his whole life to realize the way of the world, and he reached the peak as soon as he practiced.

There are not many real geniuses in the world, and the eighth sword fairy is one of them. The way of entering the way of the old man in front of him is absolutely unique!

After learning the identity of this old man, the four people all had helplessness in their eyes.

There is no way to fight!

The legend of this person was famous hundreds of years ago.

This is a veteran character. Let alone five people, even if the number of people present doubled, it is estimated that this old bone would not be able to be broken.

"Didn't Senior Cen live in seclusion in the mountains again? How come he appeared at the gate of the Ling Palace?" Jiang Bianyan asked.

"Haha." Cen Qiaofu laughed, "I did live in seclusion in the mountains, but I can't stand the tricks of the young people nowadays. They cheated and deceived me and set me on a pirate ship."

"So... it was the masked man who asked you to come out of the mountains?"

"Yes."

Jiang Bianyan fell into silence. He suddenly understood why Ye Xiaotian didn't even want to give him a little face after seeing him coming with two young people.

In the previous letter for help, he thought that coming alone was a great honor.

He never thought that the enemy of the Ling Palace this time was so powerful.

This is not arrogant, it is a slap in the face!

Let alone Jiang Bianyan, even the ten Jiangbianyans are not sure to beat this old man!

"Has the senior really become a 'holy slave'?" He still asked with some reluctance.

"Little guy, don't test me. After you return alive, bring this information to the Holy Temple as soon as possible. I will have to visit your headquarters soon."

Cen Qiaofu looked kind, but his words were shocking.

The faces of the five people all turned black. This is simply bad news!

Unknowingly, the "holy slave" has grown so big that even a figure like Cen Qiaofu can be invited to fight for it?

Boom!

The old man stopped joking with them and shook the pole to the ground again, shaking the spirit palace formation.

"To be honest, I rarely kill people. So, let's play a game..."

"What game?"

The five people were as if they were facing a great enemy. They felt their hairs stand up. At this moment, their alertness was raised to the highest level, and they did not let go of any movement around them.

If Cen Qiaofu wanted to make a move, I am afraid that half of the people here would be crippled in one blow.

"Hey, don't be so nervous!"

The old man smiled when he saw the five people, and waved his hand quickly:

"I have no ill intentions, but I do have a mission today. In short, the five of you, including all the thrones that will come next..."

"You must stay here."

Everyone was stunned. A delaying tactic?

Qiao Qianzhi and Xiao Qixiu looked at each other and felt that something was wrong. If this old man was just delaying, who would be the main attacker?

The answer is self-evident:

Masked man!

"Sit down, everyone."

Cen Qiaofu took out a mahogany chessboard as if no one was around, and then took out two boxes of black and white chess pieces, and recalled:

"This is a good thing I made a few years ago. Playing a game can make you realize everything in the world. Anyway, I have nothing to do. Let's chat while playing chess?"

He suddenly leaned on his cane and thought, "Hmm... It seems that I am still missing something?"

Then his eyes lit up and he said, "Do you have melon seeds?"

Everyone: "..."

God, eating melon seeds while playing chess, the spiritual palace is in great trouble, who has the time to accompany you to kill all the people in the chess game?

The two hot-tempered elders couldn't help it immediately. A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. This has been provoked, who can hold it back?

After looking at each other, the two of them burst into spiritual energy and appeared on both sides of Cen Qiaofu in an instant.

That night, when the masked man encountered them, several elders had already seen their own strength, but today, even if they are moths to the flame, they have to win a glimmer of hope for the later comers of the spiritual palace!

As long as he can hurt Cen Qiaofu, Xiao Qixiu will certainly be able to catch up. With the attack power of his sword throne, it is not a big deal to kill enemies of higher levels...

Bang!

Cen Qiaofu pulled out a pole and directly picked up one of them and knocked another into the ground, then sighed.

"Alas, young and vigorous..."

This scene made the black-clothed people behind him twitch their eyelids.

Even the elders were hit?

How the hell is this? Is this old man a monster?

Even if the strength of both parties is not in the same small realm, they are both thrones after all. They have to give face and burst out their spiritual essence, right?

This pole really made people dazed.

Boom!

Cen Qiaofu hit the ground with a stick again, shaking the spiritual palace formation.

This increasingly powerful attack seems to be able to directly destroy the formation next time.

Qiao Qianzhi's face darkened. Repairing the formation is not an easy task.

"Didn't the senior say that he didn't plan to take action? This formation..."

"Just knocking the mountain to scare the tiger!"

Cen Qiaofu waved his hand and said casually: "Don't worry, I won't break your formation."

"But I have to let people know that there are people fighting here, and the fighting is getting more and more intense, right? Otherwise, how can others come to support you?"

Ka!

Everyone was petrified.

So it was because of this reason that they knocked the formation from time to time from the beginning?

Qiao Qianzhi felt bitter in his heart and secretly prayed that no one would come again, otherwise, wouldn't they all be held back?

Swish!

At this moment, a short figure suddenly appeared, with white hair flying and awe-inspiring momentum.

"Who is the offender!"

Ye Xiaotian was very upset. He couldn't even take down a junior master. This time, as long as the masked man didn't appear in front of the gate of the Ling Palace, he would definitely make him look bad!

Everyone saw the dean coming, not happy but sad, and even their eyes dimmed.

Ye Xiaotian was stunned. Was his will depressed?

He looked around and saw no signs of a big battle...

"What happened?"

"Another throne?" Cen Qiaofu was overjoyed. He stuck his shoulder pole into the ground and squatted down with the chessboard.

"Come on, come and play chess!"