Almighty in the city

"Shanhe (Mijian professional 6th dan) sends you a '10-point quick chess match' confirmation."

Looking at the dialog box that popped up on the laptop screen, Bai Yifan smiled and poked a piece of chicken chop. While eating a meal, he moved the mouse and clicked to confirm.

It is the beginning of a new game.

"Eh eh eh! Look, it's starting again!"

"I've lost eleven sets in a row, and Shanhe 6th Dan still doesn't give up."

"I have never played a mid-game in the eleven games. The gap in this chess strength is very obvious. Even if the sixth section of Shanhe continues to fight, it will only get more failures. Why bother."

"I think it's because my son gave me food and I can't save you face."

"Hey, the son of Shanhe Sixth Duan is also true. How can he say that his opponent is also his father, so he wants to save some face."

"At first glance, I know that the two father and son are in conflict. I didn't see how Shanhe Sixth Duan just called his son-Nizi."

"Tsk tsk, I really don't know how many sets of Shanhe 6th Dan will lose today. It's not because I lost all the losers in one year."

"If this is a tier match, the sixth tier of Shanhe will have fallen."

Seeing "Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th Duan)" and "Tell Dad to not abuse you (China does not enter the Duan)" began the twelfth game. The public chat channel in room 07791 suddenly became lively again Up.

However, for the outcome of this game, most of the amateur and professional players onlookers feel that there is no more suspense.

The previous eleven games of chess were enough for them to see the gap between the strength of the two sides of the game, and this gap could not be improved in a few or a dozen games.

It's like an ordinary warrior and a master of national martial arts. The difference in strength between the two will not be compensated by the increase in the number of matches.Similarly, unless this ordinary martial artist has also practiced "dark energy" to reach the level of strength of a master of national magic, otherwise, even if he learns a hundred or a thousand times, the person who loses will be him.

This truth is clear to the onlookers.

Bai Shanhe knows too, so he called Tang Yunfeng and Fan Wencheng, who is two professional ranks higher than him, and asked Smith, the director of the Mijian Chess Academy, to invite China, Japan and Han to send Mijian for exchange visits. Those professional chess players just want to get foreign aid to get back.

However, Tang Yunfeng, who was the first to play on behalf of the game, obviously did not believe that Bai Yifan's chess ability could reach the level of professional 6-dan or more. In other words, although both were professional 6-dan, he felt that his chess power obviously should be in Baishanhe. on.

Tang Yunfeng's start still used the "four corners of land" routine that the black side is more dominant.

Looking at the start of the game of "Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th Stage)", it was actually the same set routine as the first eleven. The crowd in room 0779 could not help shaking their heads.

"The sixth section of Shanhe is preparing to walk to the dark one by one."

"It's too terrible, knowing that this kind of fixed start won't be cheap at all, and we have to continue this kind of routine-hey, this game is probably the rhythm of being slaughtered by the'big dragon' in the middle.

"Not at all-you see, there are still some small changes in the seventh, ninth, and thirteenth moves."

"Well, although it is a small change, the whole style of chess has become more stable."

"Does this mean to fight back defense and counterattack?"

...

When the onlookers were talking about it, Bai Yifan in front of the laptop screen picked up the coffee cup, took a leisurely sip, moved the mouse casually, and clicked on the screen casually.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

In the loudspeaker of the notebook computer, there is a constant sound of clear sound.

In the sound of this fall, Heizi and Baizi quickly passed the opening stage and began to enter the rhythm of close-fitting shorts to grab territory.

"Oh! Yifan, this kid is okay!" Tang Yunfeng looked at the flying Baizi on the LCD screen and couldn't help but exclaimed, "No wonder you will be fucked by your son, Yifan. I am afraid that the chess power of the kid is no longer under me!"

"Isn't under you?" Bai Shanhe sneered, "Such words, wait for you to win this rebellious son before blowing in front of me."

Tang Yunfeng turned his head and glanced at him, hehe smiled and said, "If you want to say that, then this is forcing, I really pretend."

"Hey, concentrate when playing chess." Fan Wencheng couldn't help but reminded him.

Tang Yunfeng turned his head, his eyes focused on the LCD screen again.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

After more than a dozen hands were dropped, Tang Yunfeng's forehead gradually began to sweat.

"Hehe, Old Tang, be careful. My rebellious skills are not under Lao Fan." Bai Shanhe laughed and mocked when he saw him like this.

Tang Yunfeng didn't have the time to take care of him at the moment, his eyes were constantly scanning back and forth on the virtual chessboard on the LCD screen, and it took a full thirty seconds before he dropped another piece.

As a result, as soon as the sunspot fell, the white son fell immediately.

In an instant, the system's countdown fell on Tang Yunfeng's side again.

"Ma, this kid uses the oppressive method, and wants to consume my countdown!" Tang Yunfeng cursed in a low voice, "You are not kind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

Before the sound fell, he furiously started to speed up on the keyboard——

Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th Stage): "Good boy! Dare to use oppression against me!"

Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th Stage): "But with this little trick, you can't beat me."

Shanhe (Mijian professional 6th stage): "Why don't we put a bet on the game."

Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th): "From now on, we will ask each other three questions. How about the other party's answer?"

Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th Duan): "If the question is any aspect, according to the rules of Go, ask the black first—"

In an instant, in the public chat channel of the entire room 07791, dozens of consecutive text messages were swiped out, making the crowd of chess players onlookers stupid.,, ..