Han Yun took steps and walked towards Jiang Fan.
The surrounding monks, while clearing a path, also paid tribute to him.
It can be seen that he is quite popular among the disciples of Lingxin Valley.
After all, who would hate a handsome senior brother who has an easy-going and friendly personality and doesn't put on any airs.
Jiang Fan frowned when he saw this scene.
This Han Yun usually pretends really well in front of outsiders.
How did these monks know that this man was a hypocrite with a beautiful appearance and a corrupt appearance?
None of the things he did secretly could have been done by humans.
It's just that now that he is talking empty words, there is no way to expose his true face.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan sighed softly in his heart.
In fact, what happened to Taoist monk Ye Song before could have been used as a strong evidence.
Unfortunately, Ye Song didn't want others to know.
I can't blame him. After all, this is about a man's dignity, so it's understandable.
Outside the crowd, Sikong Yueling, who had been silently paying attention to Jiang Fan, also discovered Han Yun.
The other party's movements were so loud that it was difficult not to notice them.
I saw Han Yun following the path given by the crowd, waving in response to the monks who greeted him, and walking towards Jiang Fan.
When the girl saw this scene, her beautiful eyebrows twisted.
She subconsciously mobilized her spiritual power and began to move closer to Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan noticed the girl's movements. He thought about it and secretly transmitted a message to the girl:
"Senior sister, don't act rashly yet. With my disguise at this time, he shouldn't be able to recognize me."
Hearing this, Sikong Yueling hesitated slightly and decided to listen to Jiang Fan's words.
She stopped, but her delicate body tensed, her eyes fixed on Han Yun, her calves bent, ready to go.
As long as she detects any abnormal movement on the other side, she will take action to stop it as soon as possible.
Jiang Fan raised his head and looked at Han Yun.
I saw this senior brother from Lingxin Valley who wanted to kill me. After walking in front of him, he slowly stopped and then looked at himself with his eyes.
Although the expression on his face did not change, there was still that gentle smile, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Jiang Fan felt the other person's gaze. On the surface, he was as calm as an old dog, but in fact, he was slightly nervous inside.
But then he thought again, the fox demon girl's spiritual consciousness hidden in the bracelet was, after all, an existence that had once entered the spirit gathering realm.
The disguise they set up was definitely not something that a Crystal Realm monk could easily see through.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan felt a lot more at ease.
Sure enough, he saw that the handsome man in front of him only looked at him for a moment, then nodded slightly to himself, and then turned his attention to the stall behind him.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan was completely relieved.
He thought for a while, concentrated his mind, and looked at Han Yun's luck entry:
[Innate earth spiritual roots, the seed of the world (primary), inconsistent appearance and inside, born with bad embryos, unspeakable hiddenness, despair of all thoughts, greed corrodes the heart]
[Greed corrodes the heart: Due to the surge of greed in the mind, it affects the clarity of mind (it has been suppressed by the luck of "losing all thoughts" and will automatically dissipate after a quarter of an hour)]
Seeing this last piece of luck, Jiang Fan was slightly stunned.
Han Yun's greed was so great that he was able to briefly break through the suppression of fate of "all thoughts are lost".
However, the purpose of coming here seems to be similar to his.
They all want to use the inside information they have about the battle between Lei Xinghe and Ye Song to make a lot of money.
The difference is that the betting directions of yourself and the other party should be exactly opposite.
Jiang Fan thought of this and turned around to look.
Han Yun took a pen and paper from the stall, scribbled a few lines, and then handed it to the stall owner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
After taking one look, the stall owner took a breath of air, his eyes suddenly widened, and even the hand holding the white paper began to tremble.
"Ten, ten thousand spirit stones!"
His voice was squeezed out of his throat, already somewhat distorted.
"...Senior Brother Han Yun, bet on Ye Song to win at the sky-high price of 10,000 spirit stones!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar on the scene.
The monks were shocked, gasped, and discussed.
An old monk touched the long snow-white beard on his chin and was stunned.
"Oh my God, there are ten thousand spiritual stones. I have lived for nearly a hundred years. The total number of spiritual stones I have seen in this life is not that many..."
The middle-aged monk standing next to him swallowed his saliva and echoed:
"As expected of Senior Brother Han Yun, he can be so appalling whenever he makes a random move!"
A middle-aged monk who had been stuck in the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm for decades and failed to break through the bottleneck turned red and beat his chest:
"I'm so angry! We are both monks, why is the gap so big! Woohoo... If these ten thousand spirit stones were given to me, I would be so reckless as to be in the foundation building realm..."
In front of him was a young female cultivator with good looks and figure, staring straight at Han Yun, acting like a nymphomaniac:
"I am rich and beautiful, and my own strength is so strong. If I can be my senior brother's Taoist companion, my life will be worth it!"
Standing next to her was a young male monk who was traveling with her. After hearing what this woman said, envy, jealousy, and hatred came to his heart, and he said sourly:
"Don't think about it. With Senior Brother Han Yun's status and cultivation, it's impossible for him to fall in love with you..."
The young female cultivator who was staring at Han Yun's nymphomaniac act was furious when she heard this:
"His surname is He! What do you mean!"
She rolled up her sleeves, ready to teach the male cultivator a lesson for interrupting her sweet dream.
At this moment, the young female cultivator saw Senior Brother Han Yun standing in front of a stall not far away. She seemed to have heard what she had said before, and turned around and gave herself a gentle smile.
She suddenly froze on the spot and was so surprised that she almost fainted on the spot.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The young male cultivator protected his face with both hands, tilted his head and closed his eyes, ready to be beaten, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.
He opened one eyelid and saw that the female cultivator had fallen into a state of infatuation again, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
Han Yun stood in front of the stall, listening to the discussions of the monks around him, playing with the jade flute in his hand, and the smile on his face became gentler.
At this time, Jiang Fan had quietly slipped out of the crowd.
He stood beside his senior sister and saw that the girl's eyes were a little confused, so he asked curiously:
"Senior sister, what's wrong?"
Sikong Yueling heard Jiang Fan's message and replied:
"There's one thing I find strange...where did Han Yun get so many spiritual stones?"
"The last time we were on Songyi Island, I remember he gave Ye Song 2,500 spiritual stones."
"This time, he casually took out 10,000 spiritual stones. With his salary of one hundred spiritual stones a month, plus three years of seclusion, it should be impossible to accumulate so many spiritual stones."
When Jiang Fan heard what his senior sister said, he felt something was wrong.
The two pondered for a long time, but due to insufficient information, they were unable to come to a conclusion.
On the other side, after Han Yun finished betting, he walked out of the crowd gracefully under the admiration and envy of the monks.
After he left, these monks immediately began to place bets as if they were on fire.
The number of spiritual stones they wrote on the paper ranged from ten yuan to hundreds, and they were all bought by Ye Songying.
For a moment, the crowd surged and unexpectedly pushed the odds between Lei Xinghe and Ye Song to three to one.
The power of idols is so terrifying.
Of course, most of the reason for this is that they believe that Han Yun, who is already a master of the crystallization realm, has far better vision than themselves.
As long as you follow him and bet, you will definitely make a mistake.
When Jiang Fan saw this scene, he looked calm on the outside, but he was already happy inside.
Before, I was still struggling with how to increase the odds, but I didn't expect that someone would give me a pillow when I fell asleep.
This Han Yun is simply reincarnated in time.
