Seeing this, all the fans started to panic again.
To pinch people, to pinch people, to transfer spiritual power, to touch randomly...
After a long time, Han Yun faintly woke up for the second time.
He looked at the people with strange looks in front of him, supported his body with his hands, and slowly sat up.
At this time, he had already weaved reasons in his mind, hoping to eliminate as much as possible the impact of this incident on his image.
Han Yun took a deep breath, forced a smile on his face, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Thank you for your help, fellow juniors... When Han saw Junior Brother Lei and Junior Brother Ye competing, he suddenly realized something in his heart. As a result, he became a little anxious, which caused the spiritual power in his body to be disordered, so he passed out..."
Listening to his explanation, most of the onlookers had the same expression on their faces.
"Senior Brother Han is amazingly talented. Unlike us who are stupid, he actually had an epiphany just by watching the two junior brothers compete. It's amazing..."
"Senior Brother Han is so young. Not only is he the number one disciple in the sequence, but he has also entered the crystallization realm early. It must be because he is thinking about how to practice all the time. I admire this kind of perseverance..."
Hearing the compliments from the monks around him, Han Yun was quietly relieved.
It seems that many people believe what he said.
In this way, his image in their minds was finally restored.
I am so clever.
Han Yun silently praised himself in his heart.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the outside of the crowd.
When Han Yun heard this, he raised his head and looked up.
He saw the monks surrounding him being squeezed away by another group of monks.
This new group of monks was surrounded by a middle-aged monk who looked very familiar, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
Seeing this person's face, Han Yun's expression changed and he suddenly felt something was not good.
Sure enough, I saw the monk walking straight towards me, bowing respectfully and saluting, and then took out a piece of white paper with writing on it from his arms.
"Senior Brother Han, when will the 10,000 spirit stones you bet be delivered to me?"
"All senior brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, are still waiting to collect their bets..."
After hearing the 10,000 spirit stones from the middle-aged monk's mouth, Han Yun, who had just regained some energy, suddenly couldn't take a breath, his vision went dark, and he fainted again.
The fans who had been surrounding him began to pinch people again, transfer their spiritual power, and touch them randomly...
Seeing this scene, there were many flexible monks around, with thoughtful expressions on their faces.
They looked at Han Yun, who had his eyes closed tightly, and their eyes suddenly became very strange.
After a long time, Han Yun finally woke up for the third time.
If possible, Han Yun really doesn't want to wake up again.
It's a pity that these people refuse to let me go...
Han Yun wanted to cry but had no tears.
The middle-aged monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was not in a hurry at this time. He just squatted quietly on the side and looked at Han Yun silently.
Han Yun only felt that the other party's gaze made him very uncomfortable.
But he couldn't say anything.
He excused himself to heal his wounds and sat cross-legged on the spot for a long time, silently thinking about how to deal with it.
He really didn't want to hand over these ten thousand spirit stones so easily.
However, Han Yun thought hard for a long time and could not find a way to break the situation.
You can't really be a shameless person, otherwise your image in the minds of the disciples in Lingxin Valley will completely collapse.
With this stain on myself, I can basically declare that I will not be able to compete for the position of Valley Master this time.
In the blink of an eye, a stick of incense passed.
At this time, Han Yun, who had his eyes closed, suddenly heard a familiar and disgusting voice coming from his ears.
He subconsciously opened his eyes and looked towards the sound.
I saw the face of a male monk who impressed me deeply, standing aside, asking something to the middle-aged monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
This male monk is naturally Jiang Fan in disguise.
After Ye Song and Lei Xinghe decided the winner, he and the other monks who were betting on victory went to the stall owner who opened the handicap to collect the bets.
At this time, the stall owner has not yet had time to collect the spirit stones from the monks who failed to bet.
Jiang Fan agreed to the stall owner's request to wait a moment and let him collect all the bets first.
But after waiting for a long time, the other party did not come back.
Jiang Fan was a little impatient and simply ran over in person.
Then, this is the scene now.
He was asking the middle-aged monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks:
"Stall owner, I asked you to collect a spiritual stone, why is it so slow?"
The middle-aged monk replied:
"I'm really sorry. Most of the bets that failed this time belong to Senior Brother Han, but he was injured a little and is recuperating at the moment. I don't dare to disturb him by force, so..."
Jiang Fan frowned when he heard this.
He turned to look at Han Yun, who was sitting cross-legged on the side with a pale face, and sneered inwardly.
Han Yun, who made you so greedy? Now you have to do your own thing.
Deserve it!
Jiang Fan would not give any face to his enemies.
He immediately transformed into an onmyoji and started sarcastic towards Han Yun:
"Hey...who do I think is holding back everyone's spiritual stones..."
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Han. What's the matter? Senior Senior Brother Lingxingu, don't you want to default on your debt?"
"No, right? As the senior brother of all the disciples of Lingxin Valley, doesn't he not even have this bit of credibility?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding monks suddenly burst into an uproar.
They were whispering and whispering to each other.
"Who is this monk with a strange face? Why do you dare to speak like this to Senior Brother Han?"
"I don't know. I only know that he invested a total of 3,000 spirit stones on Lei Xinghe before. He should not be an ordinary person..."
"Bet three thousand spirit stones? It seems that he does have a good background. Could he be the direct disciple of some reclusive figure?"
"It's possible... However, Senior Brother Han is a Sequence Disciple and has advanced to the Crystal Realm. With his status, even if he is the direct disciple of a certain big shot, he would not dare to offend him casually."
"Is there some grudge between the two that we don't know about?"
"That's nonsense. Senior Brother Han is usually gentle and gentle, and behaves like a gentleman. How can he make enemies with others?"
"This...that's not clear..."
The monks were talking a lot. Jiang Fan and Han Yun both heard it, but neither of them paid attention to it.
Han Yun's face turned extremely ugly after hearing Jiang Fan's words of ridicule.
He only felt a sudden pain in his temples on both sides, gritted his teeth and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about? I, Han Yun, am not the kind of person who refuses to pay bills..."
Jiang Fan interrupted him without any courtesy.
"You said you're not a deadbeat, so why don't you take out the spiritual stone!"
"You..." If there weren't a large number of monks watching around him, Han Yun would have wanted to get up and slap this guy to death.
He glanced at the monks around him and saw several of them looking at him strangely.
Seeing this scene, Han Yun felt a sudden change in his heart and knew that he could not delay it any longer.
If they don't take out the spirit stone, these people will really doubt themselves.
Han Yun gritted his teeth when he thought of this.
"Isn't it just a spiritual stone? I'll give it to you!"
