The boy took a deep breath, opened his eyelids, and stood up from the ground.
A divine light flashed out of his eyes.
He waved his fist, feeling the abundant power in his fist, and his chest surged.
He lowered his head and thought to himself.
Now that he has stepped into this door, it is time to pay back the oppression he has suffered in the past two years.
When he thought of that hateful face, Mo Zixuan couldn't help but clenched his fists.
His body is still thin, but the power contained in his body is already several times stronger than before.
This kind of power, used against a peer who has not yet awakened his spiritual roots, is enough to completely crush him.
Mo Zixuan took a gentle breath, calming down his surging heart a little.
Before walking out of here and taking revenge on that guy, there was one last thing he needed to do.
He raised his head, looked at the transparent crystal column in the center of the array, and moved his legs.
The boy didn't know that at this moment, almost everyone in the entire Yunling Hall hall was looking at him, paying attention to his every move.
These sights naturally include the fat white monk on the gambling table.
When he saw the boy stand up and walk towards the transparent crystal pillar in the center of the formation, his smile froze on his face.
Because the boy's actions at this time point only meant one thing.
That is the spiritual root in his body, which has completed its awakening.
Moreover, it is not a waste spiritual root.
In addition, before the boy stood up, there was no colorful brilliance caused by the overflow of spiritual power around his body.
This kind of brilliance is a unique sight only when the waste spiritual root fails to awaken.
This scene does not appear, but it can also be seen from the side to support this conclusion.
The fat white monk's mouth slowly opened wide, and his round body began to tremble unconsciously.
He swallowed hard, and then uttered a few words in a trembling voice:
"This is impossible……"
"Why...why is this happening..."
"Shouldn't it be the ultimate useless spiritual root with all seven attributes in his body... Why can he still awaken successfully?"
The fat white monk only felt his eyes turning black.
This result has exceeded his expectations.
He gritted his teeth and took several deep breaths to prevent himself from slumping down on the chair.
The fat white monk began to doubt life.
He thought hard, trying to find out at what point the plan went wrong.
However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not find any clues.
After all, he has participated in similar plans several times in the past few years.
Every time, it was successful.
Therefore, the problem this time may not be due to the plan, but...
Thinking of this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the mind of the fat white monk.
An extremely incredible idea emerged uncontrollably and could no longer be suppressed.
He murmured to himself:
"Since there is no problem with the plan, the only ones who have problems are the people involved in the plan..."
"Wan Guiming is his grandfather's direct disciple. With this relationship, it is impossible for him to harm me."
"In other words... it was that guy Yu Zhengyang who deceived me?"
"But... there is no reason. Why would he lie to himself?"
When the fat white monk thought of this, his heart was in confusion and he felt at a loss.
For the first time, he did not think of Jiang Fan.
Because from the beginning to the end, he regarded Jiang Fan as his prey and did not put him on the same level as himself.
Therefore, in this panic state, when analyzing, I subconsciously ignored it.
The fat white monk breathed in the fresh air.
Calm down, you must calm down!
At this moment, it is not a losing battle.
After all, this boy has not yet gone to the crystal pillar in the center of the formation to test the specific spiritual root type and attributes.
What I bet on is the waste spiritual root with all seven attributes.
In other words, no matter which attributes of the spiritual roots the boy awakens, they are all within the range of the attributes of the spiritual roots that he has invested.
According to the rules for determining the outcome of the gambling mode, the young monk could only defeat himself by suppressing all the attributes awakened in the boy.
What the other party bets on is the three spiritual roots of gold, fire and wind.
Unless the boy awakened several spiritual root attributes, there were no attributes other than these three.
Otherwise, you won’t lose!
Generally speaking, there are only sixty kinds of spiritual roots that monks can successfully awaken.
Among them, there are no spiritual roots with attributes other than gold, fire, and wind. There are only ten types.
In other words, the opponent's chance of winning is only one-sixth.
Five-sixths to one-sixth, the advantage is mine.
There is still a high probability that he will win this bet.
Thinking of this, the fat white monk, who was almost frightened, felt a lot more at ease.
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his body had regained some strength.
Then, he raised his head, looked at the boy nervously, and walked towards the transparent crystal pillar step by step.
At this moment, the monks who were paying attention to this matter had also noticed that something was wrong.
Many of them are veterans who have been hanging around here all year round.
Therefore, I also know a lot about the trap set by Fatty Bai and others.
They all know one thing clearly.
That is, when these guys are trapping those monks who are not deeply involved in the world, no matter how the layout process changes, one key point is fixed.
That is the target child for both sides to bet on, and what is contained in his body must be a waste spiritual root with all seven attributes.
But today, something unexpected happened that Fatty Bai and his group had not expected.
First, the boy who was the target of both of them stood up and walked towards the transparent crystal pillar.
This means that the spiritual roots contained in the opponent's body are spiritual roots that can be successfully awakened, not useless spiritual roots, nor are they useless spiritual roots with all seven attributes.
Secondly, there was the brief panic expression that the fat white monk showed after seeing this scene.
This means that this gamble is not under his control.
The original purpose of these monks to pay attention to this matter was to see the painful expression of the young monk after being tricked, as a small pleasure in the boring practice life.
But after this scene, they discovered that the ending they thought was destined suddenly became confusing and full of suspense.
Perhaps, what we can see today is not that the young monk is defeated, but that the fat white man's group, who have been here for decades and have never failed, suffered a serious fall?
When they thought of this, these people found that a strong feeling of anticipation suddenly arose in their hearts.
Obviously, compared to Jiang Fan's failure, the latter situation brought them much more fun.
Of course, not everyone has the mentality of watching a show.
Some of them were worried about Jiang Fan.
For example, Li Qingshan, the maid in white Xiaoqin, and the mysterious monk who hid in the dark and did not want to reveal his identity, but once sent a message to remind Jiang Fan.
Except for Xiao Qin, the maid in white, who had some inexplicable confidence in Jiang Fan, everyone else believed that Jiang Fan would definitely lose miserably after entering this game.
However, when a boy named Mo Zixuan successfully awakened his spiritual roots, they were shocked and at the same time, a flame of hope burned in their hearts.
Chapter 115 The fat white man was almost frightened
