After doing all this, Jiang Fan rubbed his brows again, only to feel that his already tired spirit became a little heavier.
In a short period of time, he used the system's functions four times in a row, resulting in four sequelae.
Even though two of them came from early-stage Foundation Establishment monks with relatively weak influence, he still felt that his thinking was starting to become sluggish at this moment.
After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Fan forced himself to cheer up and thought over and over about the arrangements he had just made.
After making sure there were no omissions, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
At the same time, the fat white monk was sitting proudly on his back on the chair, and even crossed his legs.
I don’t know how his short, fat legs made this move.
The monk surnamed Yu was standing behind him, his body was shaky, his face was extremely pale, and he looked like he might fall down at any time.
This is because the secret technique of conjuring spirits was used twice in a row, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy.
Even so, there was a smile on his lips.
He looked at the young monk not far away with his eyes closed and his head bowed, without saying a word, feeling extremely proud.
Ever since he stepped onto this gambling table, every key word spoken by the other party was affected by his own secret technique.
Just like his own puppet, every move is under his control, without any chance of struggling.
By this time, all the injection processes have been completed.
Next, you only need to wait quietly for a few moments before you can take all of the other party's huge amount of more than 45,000 spiritual stones into your bag.
I originally thought that the number of spiritual stones owned by the other party, except for the more than 30,000 that I had won from the prize pool mode a few days ago, I would not have too many.
What I didn't expect was that this boy turned out to be an invisible rich man.
The extra 10,000 spirit stones or so can be called an unexpected surprise.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Now that my task has been completed, I can leave and rest in the Yingxian Pavilion where I live, waiting for the good news in twelve hours.
Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Yu gently patted Fatty Bai on the shoulder, said hello, then turned around and prepared to leave.
He walked off the gambling table, nodded towards Wan Guiming and others who were waiting below, and then walked towards the direction of Yingxian Pavilion where he lived.
When he returned to the attic, he couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the Taishi chair, preparing to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to replenish the consumption caused by his previous use of the secret technique of confusing spirits.
He calmed down and settled into concentration.
Then, his face changed drastically and he opened his eyes suddenly.
Because he discovered that his body had lost contact with the spiritual power between heaven and earth at some point.
In the past, I could clearly sense the aura factors floating in the air just by using my spiritual sense.
But now, these aura factors have become vague and almost undetectable.
In the end what happened?
The monk surnamed Yu felt panic in his heart, and his lips no longer had the same smile as before on the gambling table.
If you can't sense the spiritual energy factor, it means that you can no longer absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth.
As a result, the little spiritual power left in his body will be used less and cannot be replenished.
As time goes by, he will become a useless person with only the realm of cultivation and no corresponding spiritual power to use.
Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Yu felt completely relieved.
He closed his eyes without giving up and forced himself into meditation.
He spent a lot of effort and half an hour before he managed to capture the spiritual energy factor closest to his body and incorporated it into his body.
Compared with the original capacity of his body, this aura factor was like a drop of water falling into a dry lake.
Useless!
House seemingly endless rain.
In panic, the monk surnamed Yu discovered the secret technique of deceiving spirits that he had achieved after several years of hard practice. The operation method of his spiritual power disappeared from his mind.
No matter how much I try to recall it, I can't remember it again.
He only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and then due to excessive emotional fluctuations, his vision went dark and he fainted.
At the same time, on the gambling table, Jiang Fan was fast asleep under the attention of hundreds of pairs of eyes.
Everyone in the Yunling Hall hall had black lines on their faces when they saw this scene.
Such an important occasion, such a tense moment.
This guy actually fell asleep like this?
For a moment, they didn't know how to complain.
The maid in white and Li Qingshan standing behind Jiang Fan also showed confused expressions at this time.
This... what exactly is going on?
One breath ago, I was still worried about this matter, but when I looked down, I saw that the real owner had actually started to sleep.
Are you too nervous?
Thinking of this, both of them began to doubt their lives.
When the fat white monk saw this scene, the arrogant smile on his face suddenly froze.
He let go of his legs and moved his chubby body forward with great effort, his eyes widening.
Then, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
The other party... what is he doing?
sleep?
How did he manage to sleep?
The fat white monk looked surprised.
In the few years he has been here, he has tricked quite a few monks.
As usual, at this time, the monks who were tricked by him would either sigh deeply with regret, or curse in anger, or remain silent pretending to be calm.
This is the first time I've seen someone fall asleep like this without saying a word.
The fat white monk felt that his brain was not enough.
He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of a clue, so he simply put the matter aside.
No matter how the other party reacts now, when the outcome of the bet is revealed, the other party will have to abide by the bet and kneel down and kowtow three times to him.
At that time, I can take the opportunity to humiliate him wantonly.
Thinking of the upcoming scene, Fatty Bai's chubby body could not help but tremble because of his excitement.
After a long time, he calmed down, licked his lips, and lay back down again.
At this time, there are still eleven and a half hours before the spiritual root awakening ceremony of the child named Mo Zixuan is completed.
After waiting for a while, the fat white monk began to feel bored.
He was always an impatient person. After thinking about it, he got up and went downstairs, leaving the more than 45,000 spirit stones he had invested in the storage pool, and fled without a trace.
At this time, he had not noticed that he could not sense the spiritual energy factor.
Time passes slowly.
Jiang Fan slept for a full eleven hours before finally opening his eyelids with difficulty.
When he fell asleep this time, his senior sister Sikong Yueling was not around.
Without the girl using the gentle water spirit power to nurse his body back to health, the fatigue disappeared very slowly.
Therefore, despite sleeping for such a long time, the tired look on Jiang Fan's face still lingered.
He wanted to continue sleeping, but because it was approaching the time when the outcome of the gamble was coming, he forced himself to wake up.
The moment he opened his eyes, the fat white monk's round body also appeared from the stairs.
The result of the bet between the two will be announced soon.
Chapter 113 The panicked monk surnamed Yu
