Chapter 329 The Poetry Competition

Qi Ning's chess skills are shallow, even he himself does not know the game to this point in the end who loses and who wins, just in accordance with the mysterious sound of the pieces, at this time to see the black-robed man's forehead sweating, Yuan Ningan lost his voice, froze for a moment, took a look at the game of chess covered by black and white, puzzled, "The end of the game?"

He was really not sure if this game of chess had ended or not, but the man in black retreated two steps back and arched his hand, "I have lost, Your Excellency's chess skills are exquisite, gods and ghosts are hard to detect, so I admire you!"

Qi Ning was stunned for a moment, and then felt that this matter was really somewhat absurd.

He thought that his chess skill was the second to last among all the participants of the Nine Great Academies, but in the end, it was he, the weakest chess player, who broke the ancient game.

"Young Marquis is indeed wise beyond his years." Yuan Ning