In the hall of Yunling Hall, the monks who were busy with their own affairs gradually turned their attention to the gambling table.
The focus of their attention was all on Jiang Fan's face.
From the time when this young monk won a huge bet a few days ago, until now when he was deeply involved in the game and couldn't extricate himself, the whole process of being deceived was watched by them.
After half an hour, this round is about to come to an end.
In their minds, they had already imagined the shocked and regretful expression on the young monk's face when the results came out.
On the gambling table, the fat white monk went to the second floor and walked to his seat.
He passed by Jiang Fan and saw that he looked like he was not yet awake, so he subconsciously taunted:
"Haha... your appearance reminds me of a saying I once heard from those slaves: a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!"
"Did you deliberately pretend to be so calm because you knew you were going to lose this bet, so that others would think you didn't care?"
When Jiang Fan heard his sarcasm, he did not respond directly. Instead, he yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then turned his head to look at the other person.
Then, in a calm tone, he said unhurriedly:
"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water? Are you talking about yourself?"
Without waiting for the fat monk's reply, he suddenly took a deep breath and uttered a single word:
"roll!"
While drinking this word, Jiang Fan also suppressed the aura of his own crystallization realm on top of the opponent's head.
Here, only he and his senior sister have this privilege, and they don't have to worry about being punished.
Of course, in order to prevent Kong Mingzi from making it difficult, he deliberately only released it for a short moment, then quickly restrained it, and only targeted the fat white monk.
Even if the monks paying attention to this place see it, they won't find any clues.
As soon as Jiang Fan's word "Go" came out, the fat white monk was instantly shocked and his eyes immediately became blank.
Then, his legs softened and he knelt down in front of Jiang Fan with a plop.
After half a breath, he came back to his senses and realized the humiliating actions he had made.
As if his knees were burned, the fat white monk jumped up from the ground, his face suddenly turned red.
"you……"
"What are you? Do you want to do it again?"
Facing the way Jiang Fan looked at him, the fat monk felt a chill in his heart for some reason.
He shrank his neck reflexively, and at the same time looked away from the other person's eyes.
Immediately, he realized that his actions seemed a bit too cowardly, and he hurriedly raised his head again.
This round head looks like a turtle when it stretches and contracts, which is very funny.
At this time, the fat white monk finally realized that his first move had weakened his momentum, and no matter what he did next, he would look like a clown.
Seeing this, he said bitterly:
"Just wait for me. In half an hour, I will let you know what true humiliation is!"
After saying the cruel words, the fat white monk gritted his teeth and walked towards his seat.
Jiang Fan sneered and was too lazy to pay attention to the other party.
The monks who were paying attention to this place all saw this scene.
They looked confused and didn't know what was going on.
It seemed... like the fat white monk had suffered a secret loss, but he couldn't do anything about the young monk for the time being, so he could only leave in anger.
Seeing that the young monks had reached this point and were still confronting the fat white monk, unwilling to show any sign of submission, some monks sighed and shook their heads.
After the results come out, this person will most likely be doubly humiliated by the resentful opponent.
The fat white monk sat back in his seat, his fat face very gloomy, his eyes fixed on Jiang Fan opposite him, his eyes full of anger.
If looks could kill, Jiang Fan would have been chopped into thirty-six thousand pieces.
The latter, who was glared at by him, weakly yawned several times in a row and leaned back lazily on the chair.
His eyes were focused on the central formation in the Yunling Hall hall.
There, sitting cross-legged, were several children with their eyes closed, both boys and girls.
One of them, named Mo Zixuan, was the target of Jiang Fan and Fatty Bai's bets.
Seeing the boy's resolute expression, Jiang Fan suddenly remembered the words he heard from his mouth that day: Don't bully young people into poverty.
At that time, I was still shaking my head because the other party contained waste spiritual roots in his body.
I just didn't expect that by chance, this boy would actually take a crucial step that could change his destiny.
The most important thing is that this was done by myself.
When Jiang Fan thought about this, he couldn't help but feel a strange emotion in his heart that was confused by destiny and caused by fate.
He suddenly had some vague realization.
On the surface, this system of my own seems to be modifying luck, but in essence, it is fiddling with the fate of others.
With just one thought, a person's future life can undergo a major turning point.
The originally bleak road ahead may suddenly become bright because of your own thoughts.
The originally bright future may be dimmed in an instant due to one's own thoughts.
The former is like this boy.
The latter is like a monk named Fatty Bai or a monk named Yu.
Whether the future of these people is good or bad depends on their own thoughts.
To them, they seem to be...the heaven that is high and overlooks everything.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan suddenly felt a great fear in his heart.
He had never thought about the origin of this system before.
But now, I have to think deeply.
What kind of existence gives this kind of thing to myself as a mortal?
What does He want to do?
Jiang Fan's fingers unconsciously tapped the armrest of the chair, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.
The fat white monk sat across from him and looked at his suddenly serious expression, thinking that he was nervous about the outcome of the upcoming bet.
There was a hint of secret pride in his eyes that were originally filled with resentment.
I knew that your nonchalant look before was just an act.
Now, I finally exposed my secret and got caught!
…
In the formation in the center of the Yunling Hall, a boy named Mo Zixuan's stable spiritual power fluctuations suddenly became violent.
His brows wrinkled slightly.
When a mortal awakens his spiritual roots, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth will repeatedly flush his body and expand his meridians.
Therefore, severe pain will be felt.
The formation here is to help these children weaken this pain to the greatest extent.
Note that it is weakened, not completely eliminated.
A certain degree of pain is unavoidable.
At this moment, Mo Zixuan in the formation was facing this situation.
He felt as if his internal organs, limbs and bones were being eaten by ants. It hurt, itched, was extremely weird, and had an indescribable discomfort.
Fortunately, this discomfort did not last long.
As the numbing pain soared to a certain critical point, his mind suddenly shook, and his whole body seemed to have broken through a layer of restraints. His mind suddenly became enlightened, and he even heard waves of waves in his ears.
This is the sound of the tide of spiritual energy rushing through the meridians in your body.
Mo Zixuan knew that he had finally successfully jumped through the dragon gate.
From now on, the sea is broad and the sky is high!
Chapter 114: Humiliating Fatty White, Mo Zixuan awakens
