This three-color beam of light was like a powerful thunderbolt from the blue, shattering the remaining defenses of the fat white monk.
His expression at this moment was as if he had seen a ghost. His whole body was stunned and motionless, like a sculpture.
After a long time, he came back to his senses. As if his butt was burned by fire, he jumped up from the chair and roared in disbelief:
"impossible!"
"How can he have the three spiritual roots of gold, fire and wind?"
The fat white monk was so angry that he trembled all over. He raised his hands tremblingly, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and murmured in his mouth:
"That's impossible, it must be because I'm dazzled!"
He rubbed it for a long time before stopping. After taking a deep breath, he slowly moved his hand away, revealing only a narrow gap, and looked at the center of the formation again.
However, the three-color light pillar still shines brightly.
When the fat white monk saw this, he fell back with a pale face, and his round body completely collapsed on the chair.
His head hung down weakly, and his expression was in a daze. Only his lips were still moving slightly, as if he was mumbling something.
At this time, if a monk probes his spiritual consciousness, he can hear a weak sound like the buzzing of mosquitoes.
This voice is repeating one sentence over and over again:
"Spiritual stone...Spiritual stone...my spiritual stone..."
The reason why the fat monk behaved like this was not only because he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Jiang Fan later, but also because the more than 45,000 spirit stones he had bet on earlier were actually raised by three people. Come.
Ten thousand of them came from him.
Among the remaining 35,000 spirit stones, the monk surnamed Yu, who was responsible for the key leadership of this game, contributed the largest proportion, with a total of 32,000 spirit stones. Wan Guiming, the poorest, only invested 3,000. .
Brother Bai Fatty is only a young monk in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he has a grandfather who is in the late Crystallization Realm as his backer. Therefore, the spiritual stone resources are much richer than other monks.
However, despite this, 10,000 spiritual stones are already 80% of his family wealth.
In fact, under normal circumstances, he would not invest his spiritual stones in this kind of gambling.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but the monk surnamed Yu doesn't allow it. The most he can do is let Wan Guiming, who cooperates, take a tenth of it as a reward.
The reason why they were able to do this this time was purely because Jiang Fan, whom they regarded as their prey, had too many spiritual stones in his hands.
The monk named Yu couldn't produce so many spiritual stones for a while, so he had no choice but to ask Brother Bai and Wan Guiming to make up the number.
When they learned that they were invited to participate in this kind of guaranteed profit-free business, the two of them were naturally pleasantly surprised and agreed without hesitation.
But what they never expected was that their first investment would capsize in the gutter just because they met Jiang Fan.
When he thought that the spiritual stones he had worked so hard to save for several years had suddenly passed into the hands of others, the fat white monk couldn't help but shed tears of regret from the corners of his eyes.
At this time, there was another person who had a similar reaction to the fat monk.
That was Wan Guiming lying on a chair in a certain Yingxian Pavilion.
He was staring blankly at the three-color light beam that shot straight towards the dome of Yunling Hall, the corners of his eyes twitching, and the word regret was written all over his twisted face.
Unlike the pampered fat white monk, Wan Guiming's experience is undoubtedly much richer than the former.
By this time, he completely understood that he and others had kicked an iron plate.
That young monk probably stepped into this trap intentionally.
He regarded him as his prey, but he didn't know that the real prey was himself.
Wan Guiming sighed deeply.
When I realized that the other party's background might be impressive, I should have decisively given up on seducing him and retreated.
Now, not only did he get 3,000 spirit stones, but he also made a fuss and offended this young monk with a mysterious background.
Thinking of this, Wan Guiming closed his eyes in great pain.
Not far from the attic where he lived, Xu Gang hesitated for a long time, finally made up his mind and gently opened the door.
After walking up the stairs, he immediately saw an unknown middle-aged scribe in blue shirt lying on the ground.
This is the true face of the monk surnamed Yu after taking off his disguise.
Xu Gang was shocked when he saw this. Just when he was about to go up to check the other party's condition, he suddenly felt a burst of light out of the corner of his eye.
He turned his head subconsciously and saw the golden, red, and white light pillar that was mixed into the sky.
After a brief daze, he finally realized that this was not the time to focus on that side.
He walked quickly to the monk named Yu, lifted him up and moved him to a chair.
Afterwards, all kinds of methods were used, and after spending a long time, the latter faintly woke up.
The monk surnamed Yu opened his eyelids, and the first thing he felt was the feeling of weakness in his body caused by excessive consumption of spiritual power.
He waited for a long time, then managed to gather some energy and straightened up with difficulty.
Seeing Xu Gang looking at him with an anxious expression, he moved his lips slightly and asked in a weak voice:
"Xu Gang...your expression...did something happen?"
Seeing that his spirit was so depressed, Xu Gang didn't know whether he should tell him about losing the bet.
When the monk surnamed Yu saw that he was hesitant to speak, he immediately had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.
So, he raised his head with great effort and saw the bright and dazzling three-color light beam outside the window.
Seeing this scene, the monk surnamed Yu instantly recalled the type and attributes of the spiritual root that the young monk on the gambling table had bet on.
His eyes gradually became dull, and then he tilted his head and fainted again.
Almost everyone in the Yunling Hall hall saw this three-color light pillar.
They couldn't help but widen their eyes at this moment, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Although a few breaths ago, these people had a vague premonition that the fat white monk and his group would overturn.
But at that time, their expectations for this matter were not too high.
After all, the probability of the two sides winning is 5/6 to 1/6.
Under such a huge disparity in winning rates, it would be really difficult for the fat white monk to lose the bet.
However, this situation actually appeared before our eyes at this moment.
At the same time as the three-color light pillar rose, these people were not only shocked, but also suddenly felt an unreal and absurd feeling.
It wasn't until a few breaths later that the boy named Mo Zixuan removed his hand from the transparent crystal pillar and the three-color light pillar slowly dissipated that they suddenly came back to their senses.
Then, a raging uproar broke out in the originally silent Yunling Hall hall.
"We lost... then Li Tianzong and his group really capsized!"
"I never expected that the final result would be like this..."
"Before the results came out, who would have thought that it was the young monk who was not considered a sure loser by us who won the bet."
"Look at that young monk's expression. After winning this bet, he can still be so calm and his expression remains unchanged!"
"Is that young monk a saint from all sides?"
"I don't know...but I can conclude that this boy is definitely an extraordinary person!"
"Nonsense, can ordinary people defeat Li Tianzong and his gang?"
"Hey, this scene is so exciting!"
"..."
Various discussions echoed in the hall of Yunling Hall, and exclamations were heard endlessly.
Chapter 117: One stone stirs up thousands of waves
