The only person who had complete confidence in Jiang Fan from beginning to end was Sikong Yueling.
She was sitting quietly on a chair in the Yingxian Pavilion with a futon under her body. She seemed to be practicing with her eyes closed, but secretly, she had been paying attention to her junior brother with her spiritual consciousness.
It was precisely because of this that when Jiang Fan was warned by Kong Mingzi, the owner of this place, for using his aura to coerce him, she was able to detect clues in time through the latter's expression.
Afterwards, he immediately contacted Kong Mingzi and revealed his identity in exchange for certain privileges to help Jiang Fan rescue Jiang Fan.
When she saw Jiang Fan suddenly becoming extremely tired and finally falling into a deep sleep, she almost couldn't help but run out and use her soft water spirit power to help him nourish his body and relieve his fatigue.
While Jiang Fan was sleeping, her brows had never relaxed.
It wasn't until Jiang Fan woke up that she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, when she saw the fat white monk almost paralyzed with fear, she could not help but slightly raise the corners of her mouth and smile knowingly.
The girl has not yet realized that Jiang Fan's every move will affect her heart, causing ripples to appear in the calm spring of her heart.
He is happy and she is happy, and he is worried about her.
…
In the Yunling Hall hall, except for those who were watching the show and those who supported Jiang Fan, the rest of the people were basically monks belonging to Fatty Bai's side.
For example, Wan Guiming.
After Jiang Fan and Brother Bai Fatty boarded the gambling table, he returned to the attic where he lived.
Then, he started to lie down and watch the show with peace of mind.
He was humming a tune leisurely while eating snacks.
Ever since the fat white monk came here, he had left all these things to him.
Say its name beautifully and let it practice.
As for himself, he is invisible behind the scenes and only needs to be responsible for collecting the rewards after the work is completed.
After today's vote is completed, he only needs to give 500 spiritual stones to the fat monk, and the remaining 3,000 spiritual stones can be put into his storage jade bracelet.
Easily and effortlessly, you can earn spiritual stones while lying down.
With these spiritual stones, my cultivation level can reach a small level again.
Moreover, some time ago, I was finally able to buy the magic weapon I was looking for.
This day is so beautiful...
While Wan Guiming was shaking his head slightly, thinking about how to spend the spiritual stones he was about to receive, he saw the actions of the boy in the central formation.
Immediately, like the fat white monk, he jumped up from his chair and was stunned.
What followed was some random analysis and speculation.
The final conclusion reached was the same as that of the fat monk, and the suspect was placed on the monk named Yu.
At this time, the monk surnamed Yu was lying at home, and the pot came from the sky.
He used the secret technique of bewitching spirits to control Jiang Fan to say those few words. After completing the betting process, he returned to the Yingxian Pavilion where he lived.
Afterwards, prepare to practice for a short period of time and absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to replenish the spiritual energy you have consumed.
As a result, after some operations, he was surprised to find that he suddenly could no longer sense the aura factor between heaven and earth.
Immediately afterwards, he realized that he had inexplicably forgotten all about the secret technique of conjuring spirits that he had worked hard to practice for decades in just half a stick of incense.
It just so happened that his body at this time became extremely weak due to the excessive consumption of spiritual power.
As a result, after a violent mood swing, the monk surnamed Yu immediately passed out on the spot.
Until now, he has not been able to wake up.
Xu Gang, a monk in green shirt, was guarding the downstairs of Yingxian Pavilion.
He discovered the unusual behavior of the boy named Mo Zixuan in the central formation. He was shocked and hurriedly sent a message to the monk surnamed Yu.
"Elder Yu, there seems to be a problem with our plan!"
After waiting for a long time, he could not hear the response from the monk named Yu.
Xu Gang was extremely confused. He scratched his head, wondering what was going on.
In my own impression, although Elder Yu has a weird temper, once he sends a message to him about something, he will respond to him immediately.
But today, why is there no movement?
Didn't you hear it?
Thinking of this, Xu Gang decided to give it a try a few more times.
"Elder Yu, can you hear me..."
"Elder Yu, something big happened..."
"Elder Yu..."
The monk surnamed Yu, whose eardrums were bombarded by his constant sound transmissions, was lying on the cold floor, motionless, like a dead body.
He was in a deep coma, and even this sound bombing failed to wake him up.
Under the attic, Xu Gang sent the message again and again, but he always got no response, as if everything was lost in the sea.
Until then, he finally realized that something seemed wrong.
He was extremely puzzled.
Even if Elder Yu is deaf, he should hear his own voice transmission.
Did something happen?
Thinking of this possibility, Xu Gang's heart tightened.
He wanted to enter the attic behind him to see what was going on.
But when he was about to take action, he suddenly remembered the weird temper of monk surnamed Yu.
I rashly broke into the attic without the other party's consent. If my guess was wrong, I would definitely be punished extremely painfully.
Thinking of this, Xu Gang stood at the door of the attic and felt that it was neither going in nor not.
Difficult!
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At this time, Jiang Fan was lazily leaning on the back of his chair, tilting his head, contemplating the problems in his system.
However, he thought for a long time and couldn't come up with a clue.
I just feel that the more I think about it, the more I feel an unknown terror hanging over my head.
He shuddered and quickly stopped his thoughts, not daring to go any further.
Then, he took a few deep breaths to calm down and let his mind return.
At this time, Jiang Fan realized that the atmosphere seemed not quite right.
He first raised his head and looked at the fat white monk sitting opposite him.
I saw that the other party was staring at Mo Zixuan, the boy in the central formation, with a nervous look on his face, and he was swallowing saliva from time to time. He was completely gone from the confident and relaxed look he had before.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan sneered inwardly.
This idiot... is still holding on to the expectation of winning the bet.
He shook his head, then turned to look behind him.
Li Qingshan and Xiaoqin, the maid in white, held their breaths with solemn expressions on their faces.
Their eyes, like Fatty Bai's, were also fixed on the boy in the formation.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.
Of course, this was not because they were worried about losing the bet, but simply because they were infected by the solemn expressions of the two people.
Following the gazes of the two men, Jiang Fan turned his head again and looked at Mo Zixuan, the boy whose fate he had forcibly reversed.
I saw the other party walking slowly to the side of the transparent crystal pillar, then stopped and stood upright.
He looked at the pillars and was silent for a few breaths, then stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the side of the crystal pillar.
Amid the expectant expressions of everyone present, a beam of light containing three colors suddenly rose into the sky.
These three colors are: gold, red and...white.
The three spiritual roots of gold, fire and wind!
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