This time, he wasn't acting.
But the true feelings from the heart are revealed.
revenge!
You must take revenge!
The fat white monk was so angry that he didn't care. He pointed his finger at Jiang Fan's nose again, and a low roar came out of his throat.
"Boy, I don't care who you are, this matter today is not over yet!"
There was a hint of joking in Jiang Fan's eyes.
He crossed his hands across his chest and responded with a sneer:
"Oh...I want to see what you can do?"
Fatty Bai subconsciously wanted to blurt out, asking his grandfather to come here to kill you. Suddenly, the rules of this place flashed through his mind, and his expression froze.
Then, he finally remembered his purpose and said viciously:
"Bet! Do you dare to bet with me? The outcome is determined by whoever loses. Whoever loses will kneel in front of the other party and kowtow three times!"
Jiang Fan felt happy when he heard this.
It’s finally here, what I’ve been waiting for is your words.
He started to act pretentious, and there was a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he was debating whether to agree to this or not.
When the fat white monk saw Jiang Fan's expression, he thought he was timid, so he spoke again and stimulated him with words:
"What's the matter? You were so majestic just now, and now you want to be a coward?"
When Jiang Fan heard this, he immediately pretended to be irritated by the other party's success and responded:
"Oh, am I still afraid of you? Just bet!"
Wan Guiming, who was still struggling on one side, suddenly heard that the two of them had settled on a bet in just a few words, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
With the help of the fat white monk, the greed in his heart completely took over.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing more to say.
Get this kid!
…
In the hall of Yunling Hall, a few hundred meters away in the Yingxian Pavilion on the Tianzi steps, a middle-aged scribe wearing a blue shirt was gently waving his feather fan and looking towards Jiang Fan.
Under the cover of Kong Mingzi's spiritual consciousness, the scene revealed at this time was not the real appearance.
In his eyes, after the young monk used his aura and pressure to push the fat monk and the others to the ground, it didn't take long before he was punished by the owner of this place, Kong Mingzi.
The fat white monk and others also got up and began to continue to have fierce verbal conflicts with each other.
Watching the other party's verbal battle, he heard the voice transmission from his partner:
"The fish has taken the bait."
The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly when he heard this, shook the feather fan in his hand a few times, and then gave an order to Xu Gang who was guarding downstairs:
"let's start."
After Xu Gang received the order, he immediately took action.
He was going outside to find the child who had made all the preliminary preparations and was just waiting to swallow the Spiritual Ascension Pill.
Then, feed the child the Ascension Pill in his hand and wait for three to five hours. The child will begin to absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth and emit fluctuations.
Then, they will be sensed by the monks here who are responsible for guiding them, and they will be brought back to this place to begin the awakening ceremony of their spiritual roots.
I originally wanted my brother Xu Tie to do this, but unfortunately, his character was not up to par and it was difficult for him to take on such a big responsibility.
It is better to do it yourself, which is more hidden and safer.
All of a sudden, people from several directions began to move.
There are regulations in Yunling Pavilion that all monks who participate in gambling must come to a designated attic to do so.
Jiang Fan was followed by Li Qingshan, the maid in white, and the fat white monk and his group, and arrived at the door of the attic.
Before stepping into the door, the two parties need to show the spiritual stones they own to an uncle-faced monk in charge of this place to prove that they will not make random bids in the subsequent betting.
In order to obtain as large a profit as possible, Jiang Fan had already borrowed all the spiritual stones from his senior sister in advance.
Now he has about 45,000 spirit stones in his hand.
Jiang Fan followed the uncle-faced monk in charge of the inspection and walked into a secret room equipped with an isolation formation.
Then, with a wave of his hand, all these spirit stones were piled into a huge crystal pool specially used for placing spirit stones.
In an instant, the unique colorful light that can only be formed after a huge amount of spiritual stones are piled up suddenly blooms.
The uncle-faced monk who was in charge of the counting subconsciously held his breath when he saw this scene. He only felt that his mouth was inexplicably dry.
Although he has been working here for decades, he has never seen this kind of scene very often.
Therefore, it was also severely shocked to the core.
Fortunately, his professionalism was still sufficient. It didn't take long for him to come to his senses again. After giving Jiang Fan a complicated look, he began to count the quantities.
Soon, the count was completed.
A total of 45,072 coins.
There are parts and components.
After the uncle-faced monk recorded it, he nodded towards Jiang Fan and said:
"Okay, take it back."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan waved his hand, and all the spirit stones in the pool disappeared in an instant, and the light in the entire room suddenly dimmed a lot.
At this time, he suddenly heard the uncle-faced monk secretly transmitting a message to him:
"Young man, I see that you are young and I can't bear to let you fall into the trap... Listen to my uncle's advice. When you get out, don't bet against those people. Just leave..."
Jiang Fan was slightly startled when he heard this, and then replied through a voice message:
"Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own discretion."
The uncle-faced monk heard this and shook his head.
He has seen too many young people who were tricked like this.
If you don't listen to your elders, you will suffer the consequences.
He fell silent, said nothing more, and watched Jiang Fan leave the room.
Then, the fat white monk walked in.
Seeing this person, the uncle-faced monk instantly pulled his face down, and his tone of voice became much colder.
…
After waiting for the number of spiritual stones owned by both parties to be confirmed, you can choose any companion and an attendant to accompany you and enter the attic together.
Jiang Fan glanced at Li Qingshan and the white-clothed maid Xiaoqin beside him. They happened to be a companion and a servant, which perfectly met the requirements.
He turned to look at Fatty Bai again.
I saw the other party, looking left and right, with an anxious expression on his face, as if he was waiting for someone.
When Jiang Fan saw this, his heart moved.
The person that guy is waiting for is probably the key person responsible for harming him in the gambling game.
After half a stick of incense, the sound of unhurried footsteps sounded slowly.
Jiang Fan followed the sound and saw a male monk with an ordinary appearance, ordinary figure, ordinary temperament, and ordinary clothes. He had an ordinary smile on his face and walked over with ordinary steps.
The moment he saw this person, Jiang Fan felt a strange sense of disobedience.
After he thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized.
This is a unique image that only disguised people can possess.
Because no matter how ordinary a normal person is, there will always be a few slightly unique things about him or her.
Or momentum, or behavior, or appearance, or clothing.
However, now is not the time to dwell on this issue.
Jiang Fan discovered that after using his spiritual sense, he could not see through the opponent's strength at all.
There are only two possibilities for this phenomenon.
The first is that the opponent's strength far exceeds yours.
The second type is that the opponent carries some kind of magic weapon that can cover his own aura.
Jiang Fan felt in his heart that the second possibility was greater than the first.
In order to confirm his conjecture, he concentrated his mind, used the luck modification system, and looked at the top of the opponent's head:
[Double spiritual roots of water and wind, secrets of heaven are not revealed, false faces, confusing spirits]
Chapter 108: Transform into a fish and swallow the hook
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