"Forty-two o'clock."
Cold sweat gradually began to form on the forehead of the female cultivator who was facing off against Su Yan. The Snow Fox Luck in front of her was simply a monster. She rolled the dice cup more than twenty times in a row. The points the Snow Fox rolled out were either close to the full value or just straight up. Out the maximum forty-two points.
No one can defeat this snow fox without damaging the bone dice and simply comparing the size.
The female cultivator opened her dice cup. All the points of the seven bone dice were added together, which was only thirty-four points. There was a huge gap between the points that Su Yan rolled out.
"Despicable and shameless demon clan!"
The female cultivator cursed with annoyance, put her hand into her trousers and pulled hard, pulled out her obscene trousers, and threw them onto the pile of lost items next to the square table.
She had already lost all her accessories, shoes and stockings, including her undergarments, and now all that was left was her storage ring, three pieces of outerwear, and her knee-length black hair.
Although she has understood that Xuehu's luck is like a rainbow, the female cultivator is not willing to stop there and still continues to gamble!
This choice made her press her inner clothes.
Su Yan shook out forty-two points.
trousers
Forty-two o'clock.
storage ring
Forty-two o'clock.
"Why don't you forget it? My nickname is Xia Yubo, the Fox Fairy, and I have never failed since I entered the gambling table."
The female cultivator in front of her had nothing to lose. She was left with a coat that was completely unable to cover her charming figure. A slight shake would cause ripples. Su Yan couldn't help but turn his eyes slightly and offered advice to the female cultivator:
"You can't redeem yourself if you lose. You don't want to reveal the shape of your head in public, so you choose to go out without a trace, right? Madam?"
According to the rules of the beast, if you lose, you lose. Su Yan is not allowed to borrow a piece of clothing to cover up the female cultivator's shame.
Having lost twenty-four games in a row, no matter how stupid a gambling dog is, he should realize that he is an undefeated beast on the gambling table.
Su Yan felt that it would be really rude to win any more.
"I choose to continue! Put on your coat!"
The female cultivator ignored Su Yan's melancholy voice. After making a difficult choice between her hair and coat, she controlled her hair to wrap around her figure through the power of the beast, and pressed her coat onto the table where she was deciding her destiny:
"Even if the chance of winning is slim, I am not willing to give up the opportunity to enter the lost sect. As long as I can obtain the orthodoxy of the ancient sect, innocence doesn't matter!"
"Damn fox, I'll play the dice cup for you!"
Su Yan shook his head when he saw this, and used his power to control the dice cup to slide casually on the square table. Seven dice came out with a number of [fourteen o'clock].
"Um?"
When Su Yan saw the numbers in the dice cup, he couldn't help but be startled and looked at the anxious female monk in front of him.
"Hahahaha! I won! I said there is no gambling table where everyone loses money!"
Seeing the points given by Su Yan, the female cultivator's face suddenly became extremely excited: "Your luck is over!"
The female cultivator also opened her dice cup. The series of red points inside made the female cultivator tremble with fear.
The female cultivator finally rolled out thirteen points, and Su Yan was just a little bit older than her.
Seeing this, the two people in front of the gambling table fell silent.
"It seems that my luck may be teasing you." Su Yan raised his head and looked at the female cultivator with long hair in front of her and said, "Are you sure you still want to gamble?"
"Fei Beast! I want to bet my life! My life should be counted as my principal once!"
Before the female cultivator could speak, there was a male cultivator at the next table who had lost so much that he had his hair shaved off. He looked at the beast standing on the steps as the referee with red eyes and shouted.
"Your life is worthless."
Fei Beast glanced at this side, and then said calmly: "I don't think it's worth it. If you can cut out your internal organs alive and let me admire them, you can also allow me to trade one internal organ for a chance to shake the dice cup." .”
The lives of the monks were worthless, and they had no meaning to the Fei beast or the old devil of Nightmare behind the scenes.
A monk who is unlucky is even worse than papyrus.
After Fei Beast spoke calmly, it seemed as if a gust of evil wind blew out from the surrounding tunnels, making the monks who had been defeated and dressed in ragged clothes shiver.
Su Yan saw with his own eyes that goosebumps were visible on the fair skin of the female cultivator in front of her.
"Forget it! I lost." The female cultivator forced out an ugly smile and said to Su Yan.
She lost. She lost unwillingly, but she couldn't win if she continued. After the episode where the male cultivator roared that he wanted to gamble his life, the female cultivator's boiling rationality gradually cooled down and returned to her head.
"Have you really never lost?"
"Since debut, every game has been a draw." Su Yan said.
………………
The battle of luck was still going on, and all the defeated monks stood aside at the signal of Fei Beast.
An old man came to Su Yan. His clothes were extremely complete. He was also wearing women's clothes and a storage bracelet common to unmarried nuns. Even his earlobes had a few temporary holes punched in. Wearing female cultivator earrings increases your chance of rolling dice.
"Hahaha, it just increases the winning rate. You don't need to show such weird eyes."
Seeing that Su Yan's eyes were dull, as if he was stunned by his outfit, the old man couldn't help but smile and said: "The gambling battle is about to begin. Don't you want to wear two clothes?"
"Should. Okay! I'll wear two too." Su Yan saw that the old man was dressed very impressively, as if he wanted to overwhelm himself with his aura. Su Yan couldn't help but jump to the ground and choose two pieces of clothing to wear, giving himself two more clothes. A chance to roll the dice.
"Come!"
Su Yan put on the nun's shawl, returned to the gambling table with the storage ring, and looked at the old man in strange clothes.
Although the old man dressed up quite strangely, Su Yan, who was betting against the old man on his fortune, shook out 42 points and used the winner-take-all method to kill the old man until his scalp went numb.
Thirty-two rounds passed.
All the old man's clothes were handed over here, along with his internal organs, eyeballs, flesh and blood, and all were lost to Su Yan.
"Tsk tsk tsk"
A blue male monk Nascent Soul stood in front of Su Yan and clicked his tongue and said: "What kind of monster."
The old man lost everything, leaving only a Nascent Soul standing on the table.
The old man really came with a desperate attitude, but in the end he didn't win even at the cost of his body. He didn't even get a number close to Su Yan's.
If he didn't work hard and enter the lost sect to obtain heavenly materials, earthly treasures or magical elixirs, he would be buried in the grave, but he met someone with invincible luck like Su Yan.
No matter how unconvinced he was, he didn't dare to make any mistakes in front of Fei Beast, who claimed to be the guardian beast of the mountain.
During the gambling debate, the next enemy of gambling soon appeared in front of Su Yan. He was a young man wearing the clothes of an old man and a woman.
Instead of gambling sixty-two times, Su Yan shaved off the young man's beard.
The gambling table was turned around again, and this time, another beautiful woman monk in the Nascent Soul Stage appeared in front of Su Yan.
Clothes, accessories, hair, internal organs, a total of one hundred and fifty games, Su Yan still won completely.
"Stinking rogue!"
Yuanying, a beautiful woman wearing armor, saw the old Yuanying looking at her with a squinted look on her face. She slapped the old man without thinking, and acted like a high-level Yuanying monk bullying a low-level Yuanying monk.
"The Nascent Soul is so private, how dare you look at it!"
After the beautiful woman scolded her angrily, the other monks raised their heads to look at the sky, and lowered their heads to count the pebbles.
The physical body of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage is just a coat. Apart from its defensive weaknesses, the Nascent Soul inside is not weak in strength. Even without the drag of a weak physical body, the Nascent Soul can move at a stronger and faster speed.
The beautiful woman looked like she was rich at first glance. Yuanying was wearing exclusive armor, so her defense was not necessarily weak.
Who wants to look at you? I spent five hundred kilograms of spirit stones to find girls that could fill a street. I just haven’t seen Yuanying wearing equipment before. In his heart, the old man secretly slandered the tyranny of the beautiful woman.
But does Nascent Soul really have robes to wear? Why have I never seen this before? Weird
(End of chapter)
