Almighty in the city

Chapter 408: Professional eighth stage can only be used as cannon fodder

"It turned out to be'I'm gracious, grandma'-this answer, besides giving full marks, what else can I say."

"This is really in line with the temperament of the grandson monkey in Journey to the West."

"I suddenly felt that the sixth section of Shanhe imitated the sixth section of Yunfeng and used this'chat stream', and it wouldn't take myself to the ditch instead."

"Haha! If that were the case, it would be really interesting!"

In the entire public chat channel, at this time, everyone was drawn with laughter by the answer to Bai Yifan's question. For a while, even the chess game that was being played was not paid attention to.

I don’t know how long it took, until a system beep came from everyone’s computer speakers, and the onlookers were surprised to find out—

"Shanhe (Mijian Professional Sixth Stage)" has entered the countdown to the last minute!

There was an uproar in the entire public chat channel.

According to the rule of "10-minute fast chess game", both sides of the game have a total time of 10 minutes for the countdown. Now, only the finalized opening routine has passed. Basically, by this time, the remaining countdown time of both parties will be both It should be more than nine minutes.

And at the speed of "Shanhe (Mijian Professional Sixth Duan)" and "Calling Dad to Not Toosh You (China Not Entering Duan)", the remaining countdown time of the two should be at least nine minutes and thirty seconds.

The people who were surprised by this system prompt immediately moved their mouse to the remaining time of the countdown of "Tell Dad to not abuse you (China is not in the section)"——

9 minutes 36 seconds 55, a time that everyone expected.

Then, everyone's mouse moved subconsciously to the "Shanhe (Mijian Professional Sixth Section)" that was prompted by the system to enter the last-minute countdown—

55 seconds 11, really only 55 seconds left.

"Fuck! I just remembered that Shanhe Sixth Section still has at least 7 minutes of countdown time. Why is this only the last 55 seconds left?"

"In this case, I think there is only one possibility-Shanhe 6th Duan wants to use the'chat stream' of Yunfeng 6th Duan to distract the attention of'Tell Dad not to abuse you', but it turns out to be distracted. Attention, he didn't even notice it when it was his turn, didn't it just waste the countdown time."

"Hahahahaha! This is nothing like stealing chickens and turning rice!"

"I just said that the sixth section of Shanhe won't be taken into the ditch instead. As a result, he has fallen in!"

"Tsk tsk, one still has more than 9 and a half minutes to count down, and one only has 55 seconds left. Not to mention that the two players' chess skills were not equal, even if the chess strength of Shanhe 6th dan can now be higher than his son by a paragraph or two. Come, this game of chess is not worth playing."

"I can't play it. It's just not long after the start. There are still at least 70 or 80 hands from the middle of the game. Just 55 seconds of countdown time, the next ball!"

The whole public chat channel was filled with gloating voices.

For the users of the cheap tricks like "chat stream", they ended up losing in the "chat stream". Of course, the onlookers of chess players like to hear and applaud.

"Horse!" However, Tang Yunfeng, as the party concerned, was not as beautiful as he had just been. "It turned out to be overcast by this little bastard!"

He bitterly clapped the Pat.Says.Now golden mouse and looked angrily at the text message sent by Bai Yifan on the LCD screen: "What, do you want to continue?"

"I'll continue with your sister!" Tang Yunfeng cursed, pushed away the chair angrily, stood up, and complained to Baishanhe, "Look at the good son you taught! How come you have become so treacherous and cunning!"

"It's said that he's a rebellious son--" Bai Shanhe shrugged, gloating on his face, "blame me."

"Haha—" Fan Wencheng said, "Even if you continue to play normally, Tang will not win more than 30% in this game. Xiaofan's chess power is obviously superior to you, and you know this too. Obviously, otherwise, you won’t be able to use your kind of tricks of chatting and swiping the screen. It’s a pity that people have been treated like others."

He shook his head and said amusedly: "I have reminded you a long time ago that you have to concentrate when playing chess."

"Did you find out long ago--" Tang Yunfeng glared at him dissatisfiedly, "Don't remind me, Lao Fan, you kid, it's too interesting."

"A true gentleman watching chess without speaking." Fan Wencheng smiled, "Okay, let me try him."

Tang Yunfeng snorted uncomfortably, but still gave up his position.

Soon, the thirteenth game played by Fan Wencheng officially kicked off within a few minutes.

Fan Wencheng’s style of chess is obviously different from that of Bai Shanhe and Tang Yunfeng. Heizi’s start, he immediately saw that he had no interest at all. Then look at "Shanhe (Mijian Professional 6th Duan)" and "Call Dad and Don’t Abuse You Not in the paragraph)" The eyes of the players who played the game brightened.

Even Bai Yifan raised some interest slightly.

"It's interesting, it's changed again." He poked another chicken chop and threw it into his mouth. "This time the chess power is obviously much higher than the one just now - so, it should be Tang Yunfeng, the head of the Tang family. , And now, if nothing happens, it should be replaced by Fan Clan Patriarch's model essay."

On the virtual chessboard, the black and white are falling to each other at a very fast speed.

In less than five minutes, the two had already finished the opening and began to enter the stage of fighting each other and fighting for territory.

After another ten minutes, Fan Wencheng clearly began to see cold sweat on his forehead.

After another ten minutes, Fan Wencheng looked at the crisscrossed black and white "big dragon" on the LCD screen, his eyes slightly stiff.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, but Bai Xi brought a group of professional chess players from China, Japan and Han.

"Huh—" Fan Wencheng let out a sigh, pushed away the chair and stood up. He glanced at these newly arrived professional chess players. He paused briefly on Cao Xunxuan's body, shrugged, and said to Bai Shanhe, "Ba Dan Zhi To be a cannon fodder to test his chess game, I suggest that you directly let the professional nine-dan play.