This time, he almost ruined himself.
Ye Song, I hope this is really just an accident and not something you did behind my back.
If you can't give a reasonable explanation, then just wait for revenge from me, Mr. Han!
Han Yun's eyes were uncertain.
He took a few deep breaths and collected himself.
Xunye Song wants a reasonable explanation, but that will happen later.
The most urgent task is to solve the immediate problem first.
Han Yunqiang cheered up and took out one of the wooden boxes containing a talisman of the early stage of the crystallization realm.
He held it in his hand and opened the lid.
In an instant, the spiritual power fluctuations that were sealed in it and could only be possessed by the crystallization realm were suddenly revealed.
Everyone onlookers felt this fluctuation and all exclaimed.
Without him, talismans of this level are too rare and precious.
If it were given to any monk present, it would immediately be regarded as a trump card in the arsenal and used as a life-saving item in a life-or-death situation.
It can completely become the winner in the battle between Dzogchen monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Just like the previous fight between Ye Song and Lei Xinghe.
If the previous sand burial talisman could be successfully activated, the winner should be Ye Song.
When the monks thought of this, they couldn't help but stare at the wooden box in their senior brother's hands and swallowed secretly.
But they also know that this thing is definitely not something they can get their hands on.
Because even the most rubbish crystalline talisman is definitely worth at least a thousand spiritual stones.
And the largest share they had betted before was only a hundred coins.
Therefore, the only person who could get him at the scene was the strange-faced male monk squatting next to Senior Brother Han, who had been tit for tat with him.
After all, the other party pressed a total of three thousand spirit stones.
According to the final odds of nearly four to one, the other party alone could take away nearly 12,000 spiritual stones.
When thinking of this terrifying value, the monks felt faintly suffocated.
They looked at Jiang Fan's disguised figure, with envy and jealousy in their eyes.
Jiang Fan ignored these looks. His eyes at this time were fixed on the small wooden box in Han Yun's hand.
He never expected that there would be such a surprise.
Today's harvest is really rich.
It was so rich that he felt a little unreal.
Jiang Fan took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.
He hesitated for a moment and asked Han Yun:
"Are you sure... you want to take out this talisman as a bet for compensation?"
When Han Yun heard this, he only thought that he was asking questions knowingly, and the anger in his heart surged up.
But with so many monks watching, he didn't dare to show anything strange. He could only suppress it and said in a low voice:
"Of course... will this talisman, which is at the early stage of the crystallization realm, plus the previous ones, be enough?"
Jiang Fan laughed loudly, stepped forward and patted Han Yun on the shoulder, then gave him a thumbs up and said:
"Enough, enough."
"Absolutely enough!"
He was in a very good mood at this time, and his eyes even softened a lot when he looked at Han Yun.
"Senior Brother Han is indeed very wealthy and secretive. He takes out resources worth 10,000 spirit stones as soon as he is told, without blinking an eye. He is simply a role model for our generation..."
After listening to Jiang Fan's words, the monks around him also began to echo:
"Senior Brother Han is great..."
"As expected of Senior Brother Han, he is amazing..."
"Senior Brother Han is the senior brother of all our disciples in Lingxin Valley. I personally fully recognize his character..."
"Senior Brother Han's character really makes me admire him..."
When Han Yun heard the compliments from the monks around him, the expression on his face almost collapsed.
If he heard it on weekdays, he would definitely feel extremely happy.
But now, no matter how I listen to it, I feel it’s not a good taste.
I paid such a high price in exchange for such a few innocuous words.
It’s like a loss to grandma’s house.
When he thought of this, Han Yun almost couldn't resist the urge to slap himself hard on the face.
This bet has already caused serious damage to his young mind.
I'm afraid he will tremble violently when he hears the word "bet" in the future.
But then again.
Although he spent such a high price, he managed to maintain his positive image in the minds of his disciples.
His grieving heart finally found some comfort.
It can only be said to be a blessing in misfortune.
Han Yun put the wooden box in his hand on the ground and let others count it, while he forcibly cheered up, stood up, pushed aside the crowd and walked outside.
At this moment, he didn't even want to stay here any longer.
Jiang Fan looked at his back and felt that it looked particularly sad, as if accompanied by the crows of crows, a few rotten leaves fell in the sunset.
How miserable.
He subconsciously focused on trying to see the other person's luck at this time.
In an instant, the luck entry above Han Yun's head appeared:
[Innate earth spiritual roots, the seed of the world (primary level), inconsistency between appearance and inside, born with bad embryos, unspeakable hiddenness, despair and despair]
The original luck entry titled "Greed corrodes the heart" has disappeared, and was replaced by a fate entry titled "Lost and Desolate".
Jiang Fan thought for a while and looked at the specific effects of this new luck on Han Yun:
[Dejected: After experiencing a major blow, the mood is extremely low, the cultivation speed is reduced by 50%, and the chance of becoming possessed is increased by 5%]
After seeing the effect, Jiang Fan had a strange expression.
Even though they were life and death enemies, he still found that he could not help but start to sympathize with the other party in his heart.
After this calculation, Han Yun has three types of negative luck.
Unspeakable, despairing, and devastated.
Among them, the two fates of despair and despair will affect the opponent's cultivation speed.
One is to reduce it by 90%, and the other is to reduce it by 50%.
When the two are superimposed together, it reaches a terrifying 140%.
In other words, if Han Yun continues to practice before these two fortunes disappear, I am afraid that not only will his cultivation not improve, but he will become more and more stretched as he practices.
In the end, he might even fall from the Crystal Realm back to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Moreover, the newfound bad luck might make him go crazy while practicing.
Looking at it this way, Han Yun will have a hard time in the future.
When Jiang Fan thought of this, an extremely evil idea suddenly appeared in his heart.
I don’t know how many types of negative luck there are in monks in this world.
If all this luck can be concentrated on one person as much as possible, I don’t know what kind of effect it will have...
Jiang Fan suddenly shuddered when he thought of that picture in his mind.
He was frightened by his terrifying thought.
However, he was faintly excited inside.
At this moment, there happens to be a ready-made target that I can use as an experiment.
Ahem, should I give it a try...
Jiang Fan suddenly felt a little confused.
