This voice belonged to the fox demon girl Qing Muyou.
Her chuckle contained a mysterious power that instantly pulled Jiang Fan's thoughts out of the quagmire and restored clarity to his brain.
The moment Jiang Fan regained his consciousness, he immediately understood what had happened, and he was shocked inside.
The other party's weird spirit-bewitching secret technique can actually affect him.
You must know that your current cultivation level is a large level higher than that of the other party.
It doesn't matter if it can affect him. When this secret technique is activated, it is silent and has no spiritual power fluctuations. It can be said that it is impossible to guard against and extremely secretive.
No wonder he could do things like this to harm other monks here without being discovered.
If it weren't for the fox demon girl, I might have been controlled by the other party unconsciously, and then said what the other party wanted me to say.
Thinking of this, he asked the fox demon girl's consciousness in his mind:
"Mu You, you just said that the secret technique that guy performed was the innate magical power of your fox clan?"
The charming laughter of the fox demon girl appeared in Jiang Fan's mind again:
"Keke...yes, Master."
Jiang Fan heard her reply and continued to ask doubtfully:
"Can human monks also use the innate magical powers of your fox clan?"
Hearing this, the fox demon girl replied again:
"It can't be...accurately said. The secret technique that guy performed is a crude version of our fox clan's innate magical power."
"My guess is that it was a certain human monk who watched my fox ancestors perform secret skills and realized what he had done on his own. He only got the shape but not the spirit."
"Therefore, the power is much weaker. If I were to use it, the effect would be several times stronger. Even a monk with a higher realm would be forced to control the time of three breaths by me."
"However, this innate magical power consumes a lot of spiritual energy. It can only be used twice in a short period of time."
"Although the power of the secret technique used by the opponent is quite different, after thinking about it, it can only be used three times at most, and each time it can only control half of your breath time."
"But master, you don't have to be afraid. As long as I'm here, his secret technique won't have any effect on you."
After listening to the fox demon girl's explanation, Jiang Fan responded in his mind:
"Understood……"
He looked at the monk named Yu and saw that his chest was rising and falling. Even in disguise, he could still see that his face was much pale.
These changes are all manifestations of the huge consumption of spiritual energy in the monk's body.
This proves that the fox demon girl's guess is basically the truth.
The exchange between the two was completed in their minds through thoughts. It seemed that they said a lot of content, but in fact, it only took a short moment.
In the eyes of the monk surnamed Yu, Jiang Fan was still under the control effect of his secret technique at this moment.
A weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. If nothing else happened, the young monk would immediately spit out the name he wanted to hear.
And Jiang Fan's next behavior did not disappoint him.
Just listen to these three words Mo Zixuan, slowly spit out from his mouth.
Seeing this, the monk named Yu and the fat monk looked at each other, and they could see four big characters in each other's expressions.
This wave is stable!
The smile on Fat Bai's face became even more wanton and arrogant.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan sneered inwardly.
In fact, the name he wanted to say at the beginning was Mo Zixuan.
As for the purpose, it is naturally to penetrate deeper into the trap set by the opponent, so that after these guys think they have a chance to win, they can completely let down their guard and invest more spiritual stones without any scruples.
They are setting up a trap to harm themselves, and they are just fishing.
Anyway, with the luck modification system as the backing, no matter what happens, there is no way that I will lose.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan calmed down and began to fully enter the actor mode.
He looked as if he had just woken up from a dream and had not yet had time to wake up. He looked ahead with dull eyes without saying a word.
Seeing this, the uncle-faced monk who was responsible for presiding over the gambling here shook his head, sighed softly, and then said:
"The selection of the bet objects has been completed, now... enter the next process!"
"Both parties please start choosing the types and attributes of the spiritual roots to bet...as well as the number of spiritual stones to bet."
"Please note that the number of spiritual stones bet by both parties must be the same. If they are inconsistent, the party with the larger bet shall prevail."
"Now, the betting begins!"
As soon as the uncle-faced monk finished speaking, the fat white monk spoke again eagerly:
"The spiritual roots I bet on Mo Zixuan are: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, waste spiritual roots, and the number of spiritual stones I bet is: 50,000!"
It was only then that Jiang Fan looked like he had just come to his senses. He stood up from the chair and shouted in panic:
"What's going on? Why did we suddenly reach this step in the process? Am I still choosing the target to bet on?"
As soon as he said this, the fat white monk opposite him immediately slapped the table and burst into laughter, and said:
"Who said you didn't choose the target to bet on? It's just that you don't remember it! If you don't believe me, just ask him."
As he spoke, the fat white monk pointed at the uncle-faced monk who was presiding over the gambling process.
When Jiang Fan heard this, he turned his head and looked at this person with doubtful eyes.
The uncle-faced monk nodded helplessly towards him.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan immediately sat back on his chair with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Seeing his appearance, the fat white monk couldn't help but mocked:
"So, I didn't lie to you, right? Let me guess, are you regretting it now? Haha... Unfortunately, it's too late!"
When Jiang Fan heard his laughter, he showed an angry expression and asked loudly:
"You did it!"
The fat white monk clicked his tongue a few times and responded with an innocent expression:
"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense... You said we were cheating, do you have any evidence?"
When Jiang Fan heard this, he froze on the spot.
When Fatty Bai saw his appearance, his laughter became even more arrogant.
When Jiang Fan heard the laughter, he came back to his senses and said through gritted teeth:
"Don't be too happy. I haven't invested in my spiritual roots and attributes yet. Before the result is announced, it's not certain who will win or lose!"
When the fat white monk heard this, he laughed out loud, with a joking expression on his face, and continued to mock:
"I have clearly told you that this is the game we set up. Do you think we will give you a chance to win the game?"
"It's ridiculous. Now that we've reached this point, you're still holding on to your unrealistic fantasies..."
Having said this, his face suddenly turned cold:
"Stop struggling pointlessly... bet quickly! Enough time has been wasted!"
Seeing this, Jiang Fan slammed the table angrily and took a deep breath.
Afterwards, he pretended to think for a moment, then turned his head and prepared to tell his choice to the uncle-faced monk who was presiding over the gambling process:
"I bet on Mo Zixuan's spiritual roots..."
Halfway through his words, the monk surnamed Yu, who was standing behind Fatty Bai, glared at Jiang Fan again.
But this time, Jiang Fan's mind was not affected in any way except for hearing the guidance voice in his ears.
With the fox demon girl's active defense, the monk surnamed Yu's secret technique had no effect at all.
Despite this, Jiang Fan still actively cooperated with him, pretending to be in a daze.
Chapter 111: Talented and magical, actor Jiang Fan
