While these monks were waiting for the results of their bets to appear, they all focused on the gambling table.
The monk who was responsible for presiding over the gambling and acting as a notary arrived belatedly.
He was the uncle-faced monk who was checking the number of spiritual stones owned by both parties under the attic earlier.
I saw him walking to the middle of Jiang Fan and Fatty Bai, with a serious look on his face, and began to tell the rules:
"First, after you get on the gambling table, you must complete at least one gambling session before you can step down."
"Second, after the bet is made, no changes to the number of spirit stones can be made."
"Third, after the result comes out, the loser needs to pay the bet to the winner on the spot and cannot default."
"The above are the three rules of our Yunling Palace gambling mode. If you have any doubts, you can raise them now."
After saying these words, the uncle-faced monk calmed down for a while, seeing both sides of the bet, he said nothing, and then continued:
"Since both parties have no doubts, then the formal process will begin."
"Both of you, please look towards the central formation. There are three children in the formation who are awakening their spiritual roots. Please choose the target of your bets among them."
"Note that the two people who choose to bet need to be the same person. If they are different, the bet target will be determined by rolling dice, and the one who rolls a higher number will prevail."
As soon as the uncle-faced monk finished speaking, the fat white monk, who had been prepared for a long time, couldn't wait to shout out the name of the target he chose.
"I choose Mo Zixuan!"
When Jiang Fan heard his shout, his eyes flashed.
He lowered his head and asked Xiaoqin, the maid in white beside him, for a booklet containing information about the children's childhood.
Immediately he flipped through it, and with the monk's powerful spiritual consciousness, he quickly found the record about the name Mo Zixuan:
[Mo Zixuan: A native of Baimu County, Liezhou, Daqi State, he loved playing in the water when he was a child. At the age of two and a half, he could float on the waves without drowning. He likes to play with mud. When he was three years old, he pinched the mud to create an image, which was so lifelike that it could almost be real.]
This child's childhood experiences are recorded in pages of unconfirmed information, so the authenticity cannot be determined.
However, this information is dispensable to Jiang Fan.
He closed the booklet and then asked the maid in white who among the three children in the middle of the formation was named Mo Zixuan.
Jiang Fan looked in the direction of the maid in white, and then was slightly startled.
It turned out to be him.
The little boy who led his mortal servants and another boy blocked the road and fought, and finally lost.
He thought for a while, concentrated his mind, and looked at the top of the little boy's head:
[Gold, wood, water, wood, earth, wind, and thunder waste the spiritual roots, wood, water, fire, earth, and thunder waste the spiritual roots (for damage), wake up, and feel uneasy]
[Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Thunder and Wasted Spiritual Roots (Destroyed): Due to being exposed to external forces before maturity, they were awakened in advance and have been destroyed]
Seeing this luck entry, even though Jiang Fan was mentally prepared, his pupils could not help but shrink.
The boy named Mo Zixuan had his spiritual root contained in his body destroyed, and now he has become the worst kind of useless spiritual root with all seven attributes.
He turned his head and looked at Fatty Bai and the monk surnamed Yu standing behind him, and frowned.
Although the boy's spiritual root was originally a useless spiritual root that could not be awakened.
The actions of this group of people did not seem to have any impact on the boy's fate.
But the nature of what they did was extremely bad.
I just happened to encounter this situation today.
As you can imagine, they have done this many times in the past few years, or decades.
During this period, there will definitely be children who originally contained spiritual roots that could be awakened, but because of their actions, they eventually became useless spiritual roots that cannot be awakened.
When he thought of the children who had a bright future, but because of their lust for profit, their fate was reversed and their great future was ruined, Jiang Fan burst into anger.
Damn these people!
Even though he has a luck modification system that can change the fate of others at will, he only dares to be cautious and does not dare to use it to act arbitrarily.
But these guys have no bottom line.
God will not punish such people, so let yourself punish them.
Jiang Fan thought of this, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the anger in his heart.
He shifted his gaze and looked at the top of the fat white monk's head. Several luck entries slowly condensed out.
[Three Spiritual Roots of Gold, Fire and Wind, Clan Blessing, and Virtue Loss]
[Clan Blessing: The essence and blood restriction of blood relatives is sealed with you. It will be automatically activated in critical moments, summoning a spiritual body of the essence and blood master]
[Virtue damage: due to doing too many immoral things, luck will be weakened, and the chance of encountering misfortunes will increase by 30% (next stage: divine punishment)]
After reading Fatty Bai's luck entry, Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes.
This guy actually has the blood essence and blood of other monks sealed in his body.
If his guess was correct, the owner of this blood essence should be this guy's grandfather, the so-called Li Fuchuan, one of the strongest people in the Daqi Kingdom.
The high-level monk of the Crystal Realm is indeed a top powerhouse in the territory of Daqi Kingdom.
As long as you don't bump into a reclusive person like Kong Mingzi, you can basically walk sideways.
As for that bad luck... it should be given by the will of heaven.
The information expressed in the small characters at the back is enough to show how wicked this person is.
That is to say, he is hiding in a place where the monk cannot take action. Otherwise, he may be chased by various monks from time to time.
However, now that he has met himself, it means that this person's comfortable days are over.
Seeing the fat white monk's confident and triumphant expression, Jiang Fan slowly let out a breath.
It's not the time to take action now, so you can slow down a little. Soon, you will pull out this guy's spiritual root.
Without spiritual roots, the other party will lose the foundation of practice.
From now on, not only will it be difficult to make any progress in cultivation, but even the current level of cultivation will slowly decline as time goes by, until he becomes a mortal.
Jiang Fan thought of this and pulled back his scattered thoughts.
Now, let’s settle the matter at hand first.
He took a deep breath and prepared to tell his target:
"I've thought about it, and the target I chose to bet on is..."
Just when the name was about to be spoken, the monk surnamed Yu, who was standing behind Fatty Bai, suddenly glared at Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan paused mid-sentence, and immediately his expression became dazed.
He felt as if his thoughts were stuck in a quagmire and became confused. There was a voice in his ear, constantly guiding him to say the name Mo Zixuan.
He opened his mouth and subconsciously read out these three words.
However, at the moment when the voice was about to leave his mouth, he heard a burst of girlish laughter like silver bells coming from his mind:
"Giggle, giggle... It's interesting that I can actually see a human race in a place like this, using my fox race's innate magical power."
Chapter 110 The gambling begins, the wicked fat white man
