It's just that Jiang Fan was crowded in the crowd at this time and couldn't see the senior sister behind him at all. Naturally, he couldn't detect the latter's inner thoughts.
Like a swimming fish, he nimbly weaved in and out among the crowd, and soon reached the center.
I saw a short middle-aged monk sitting behind an extremely simple stall, whose expression and temperament gave people a sense of wretchedness.
The monk has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body prove that the opponent's strength should be around the ninth level of Qi Refining Realm.
He squatted on the chair, joking with the monks around him with a playful smile, and yelling for people to place their bets quickly.
Jiang Fan did not rush to place a bet, but first took a closer look at the two pieces of paper on the stall.
The items and odds for this handicap are written on the paper.
There are two types of projects.
The first one is the outcome of the battle between Lei Xinghe and Ye Song. The current odds are fairly balanced, one to one.
The second type is the time when the winner is determined by a battle between two people, with three sticks of incense as the boundary.
Compared with who wins and who loses, the odds of this event seem a bit clear-cut.
Most of the monks are betting on the outcome within three sticks of incense, and the current odds are five to one.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan inquired about it and found out that Lei Xinghe, who ranked third among the disciples in that sequence, was good at extremely powerful thunder techniques.
His fighting style naturally follows the route of opening and closing.
As for Ye Song, Shanshi Changqiang, who is known as the Blood Massacre, his style is similar to Lei Xinghe.
Once the two of them confront each other, they must be straightforward and get to the point.
We are determined not to have the kind of situation where you come and go and chat for a long time.
Therefore, the battle is likely to end in a short time, and it is extremely difficult to exceed the three sticks of incense time.
This is the consensus of most of the monks present.
When Jiang Fan heard this, he thought about it and thought it made sense.
You can't bet on this project yourself. Even if you win, the reward you get is too little.
At first, the idea of letting Ye Song do it with ink flashed through his mind.
But after a moment, he decisively gave up the idea.
Without him, he convinced Ye Song to lose on purpose because Han Yun would not become suspicious.
But if his style during the battle is too different from usual, Han Yun will definitely find clues with his mind.
At that point, the gains will outweigh the losses.
Therefore, if you want to get high rewards, you still have to play tricks on the first item, the outcome of the two.
Jiang Fan frowned as he looked at the one-to-one odds written on the white paper.
Although the odds are profitable, it still feels like there is something wrong.
He thought carefully in his mind about how he could change the odds, and it would be best to drastically increase Ye Song's odds.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a suitable method.
At the end, there were anxious monks behind him who began to urge him.
"What's the matter with you? You're such a big man, why are you whining like a girl? Can you please be more relaxed?"
"If you want to place a bet, you should do it quickly. If you don't want to do it, just go aside quickly and don't stop us from getting rich!"
Seeing this, Jiang Fan knew that he could no longer hesitate.
He gritted his teeth, took a pen and paper from the stall in front of him, scrawled a number, and then signed a pseudonym, imprinting his spiritual mark on his name.
This is the way of betting among monks in this world.
Every monk's spiritual mark is unique and cannot be copied.
By imprinting it into your name, you represent your identity.
As for the name, you can write it randomly, even if it is a pseudonym, it doesn't matter.
Because monks recognize people by spiritual marks, and names are not important.
With a handicap of this size, it is extremely rare to see anyone defaulting on their account.
After all, there are so many monks present. If someone loses and cannot get the spirit stone, they will be attacked on the spot and even the ashes will be thrown away.
The rules of Lingxin Valley will not protect such people.
Therefore, no one will joke with his own life.
Of course, what if there is a situation where the monks come together and find that they can't defeat this person together.
what to do?
Salad!
If a boss of this strength doesn't want to give it, let alone refuse to pay, even if the spirit stone is placed in your hand from the beginning, you won't be able to take it away.
After all, the law of the jungle is synonymous with the monk world.
Of course, the chance of such a shameless big brother monk appearing is extremely low.
If you really encounter it, you can only admit that you are unlucky.
At this time, the pseudonym Jiang Fan left on the paper was Jia Fei.
As for the spiritual mark imprinted on it, it actually does not belong to him, but to the fox demon girl.
He is one of those people whose situation is so special that others can't detect any clues.
However, he did this not because he wanted to default on his debt, but because he had no choice but to do so.
After all, he is actually just a mortal, unable to produce spiritual consciousness, and naturally does not have his own spiritual consciousness imprint.
The stall owner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks casually took the white paper, glanced up, and his eyes suddenly widened.
The amount written on it was a full three thousand spirit stones.
This is the spiritual stone that Jiang Fan asked for from his senior sister, which is equivalent to the girl's three-year salary.
At this moment, they all directly overwhelmed Ye Songshu.
This handwriting really shocked the stall owner.
He made some calculations in his mind and found out that this person alone could bring the odds to 1.2 to 1.
Also frightened were the surrounding onlookers.
The two monks behind Jiang Fan who had urged him to hurry up involuntarily shrank their necks.
At this moment, they finally knew that the strange-faced monk in front of them, who had been inked for a long time, was a hidden boss.
And I actually dared to speak rudely to this big boss before.
If the other party is narrow-minded, life in the future may be difficult.
The two of them looked at each other with sad faces, and both saw the word regret in each other's eyes.
Fortunately, Jiang Fan had no intention of arguing with these two people. He just glanced at them lightly, said that he would not do anything like this next time, and then dismissed the matter lightly.
The two monks let out a long sigh of relief at the same time, thinking only that they were lucky.
The two of them stood aside in annoyance, waiting honestly.
The stall owner swallowed, raised his head, looked at the disguised Jiang Fan, and stammered:
"This, this fellow Taoist...are you sure you want to bet so many spiritual stones?"
Jiang Fan naturally nodded.
He already knew the result in his heart, and no matter how much pressure he put on him, he would not feel any pressure in his heart.
I just feel a little regretful that I didn't think of a way to increase the odds and earn more profits.
The sharp-mouthed stall owner couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead when he saw Jiang Fan confirming.
He has been practicing for decades, and this is the first time he has seen such a large amount of spiritual stones pass through his hands.
Just when he was secretly guessing which hidden boss this strange face belonged to, he suddenly heard an uproar from the crowd surrounding him.
He and Jiang Fan turned back at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw the crowded crowd parting automatically, and a handsome monk wearing white clothes with a graceful demeanor and a gentle smile on his face came slowly, playing with a jade flute in his hand.
When Jiang Fan saw this familiar face, his heart couldn't help but jump.
It's Han Yun!
Why is he here!
