When the fat white monk saw Jiang Fan's gaze directed at him, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
He remembered the bet he had made with the other party before.
Logically speaking, at this time, it is time to fulfill the promise.
However, if you really kowtow to him, your Taoist heart will be broken...
I originally thought that I would definitely win this bet, so I dared to say such words before.
I never expected that I would shoot myself in the foot.
No, no matter what, you can't really do this.
Otherwise, your own path of cultivation will be completely cut off.
The fat white monk thought of this and felt confused.
He raised his head and was about to say something when he saw the sneer on the corner of Jiang Fan's mouth. His heart suddenly trembled. He subconsciously took two steps back and stammered:
"What, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, my grandfather is Li Fuchuan! If you humiliate me, you are humiliating my grandfather. If he finds out, he will definitely not let you go!"
When Jiang Fan heard this, he sneered. He raised his hand and took out his ears, and responded:
"Do you only know these few words when you go back and forth? You talk about your grandpa all day long. I almost hear calluses forming in my ears!"
Jiang Fan stood up, stretched his waist and moved his muscles.
After taking a long breath, his eyes returned to the fat white monk, and his eyes gradually became cold.
Then, he stepped forward.
Suddenly, an invisible momentum emanated from his body, turning into coercion and crushing towards the fat white monk.
He knew that the other party had no intention of fulfilling the bet from the beginning.
Therefore, I didn't bother to waste words with the other party and prepared to go straight to the hard part.
Don’t want to kowtow?
Then I will force you to knock!
The moment the fat white monk felt the pressure, his legs could no longer bear it and he could only kneel on the ground with a thud.
He knelt on the ground, a strong sense of humiliation rising from the bottom of his heart.
Not long ago, he was pressed to the ground by the opponent in this way.
I originally thought that after this bet was over, I would be able to take revenge on the other party.
However, I never expected that the bet would actually be lost...
But this time, the other party's behavior was even more hateful.
He actually... forced himself to kneel on the ground with coercion.
Fatty Bai almost bit his teeth into pieces when he thought about how from now on, his heart would be broken due to Taoism, and there would be no hope of promotion, and how other monks would talk, sneer, and ridicule him.
His face was ferocious, and his legs were working hard to straighten his waist and stand up.
However, Jiang Fan was not prepared to give him this opportunity.
Seeing that the other party was still trying to struggle, he snorted coldly and became more aggressive again.
The fat white monk's head was instantly pressed to the ground.
Boom!
A dull sound echoed in the hall of Yunling Hall.
This time, the knock was extremely heavy.
The fat white monk was completely stunned.
He only felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and there seemed to be slimy liquid flowing down his cheek.
At this time, he suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulders loosen, and subconsciously straightened his body.
Before he could do anything, however, the pressure returned.
His head was pressed down for the second time.
Boom!
The dull sound of kowtow sounded again.
This time, the pressure given by Jiang Fan disappeared the moment his head touched the ground.
The huge reaction force after the impact not only caused the fat white monk's head to bounce off the ground, but also made his body lean back significantly.
At this moment, the disappearing pressure appeared for the third time.
Boom!
This muffled sound exceeded the previous two.
The fat white monk's eyes widened. After trying hard to hold on for half a breath, his vision was still black. He knelt and grabbed the ground with his head and fell unconscious on the gambling table.
On his forehead, there was a pool of red blood slowly flowing out. ,
Three muffled sounds and three kowtows.
The bet he made earlier was successfully fulfilled in this way.
Jiang Fan stood opposite him with an expressionless face.
Only then did he slowly withdraw his momentum into his body.
Then, he turned around, faced Li Qingshan and Xiaoqin, the maid in white, who were standing behind him, looking stunned, smiled softly, and said:
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
After saying this, he walked leisurely towards the stairs.
After reacting, Li Qingshan and Xiaoqin, the maid in white, closed their chins and hurriedly followed.
This scene on the gambling table was clearly seen by the melon-eaters who were paying attention to this place.
At this time, they all opened their mouths in shock.
Because when Jiang Fan and Brother Bai Fatty made a bet before, they were isolated by Kong Mingzi's spiritual consciousness.
Therefore, these monks do not know the specific reason.
Originally, they all thought that after Jiang Fan collected the more than 40,000 spirit stones, this matter would officially come to an end.
Unexpectedly, there would be such a wonderful scene in the follow-up.
They came back to their senses, and while they were enjoying themselves, they started talking and making various speculations:
"What happened? This Li Tianzong...why did he suddenly kneel down and kowtow to the young monk? The force was so fierce that he even knocked himself unconscious."
"I don't know, but...I can probably guess from his ferocious expression that he probably didn't do it of his own free will..."
"From what fellow Taoist said, could it be that the young monk used some means to force Li Tianzong to behave like this?"
"It's very possible, but one thing is strange. The rules here do not allow monks to take action. But looking at the appearance of this young monk, why has he not been punished at all?"
"Did we guess wrong? No...this must have something to do with the young monk."
"Is it possible that Kong Mingzi is deliberately protecting him?"
"This move will have a serious impact on the monk's Taoist mind. Li Tianzong's future path will be completely cut off..."
"If his grandfather knew that the only descendant in his family who has embarked on the path of cultivation will be stuck in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm for the rest of his life, he would probably go crazy."
"Can this mysterious young monk stop Li Tianzong's revenge from his grandfather who has the strength of the late Crystal Realm?"
"I don't know...anyway, it has nothing to do with you and me. Just watch the show."
"..."
While they were discussing and making random guesses, the old voice of the owner of this place, Kong Mingzi, suddenly sounded in the hall:
"Fellow Taoists, regarding what happened on the gambling table, it's not that I didn't punish the young monk, but it happened for a reason."
"Li Tianzong and the young monk made a private bet before the bet started. That is, after the outcome of the bet comes out, the loser must kowtow three times to the winner."
"However, after the bet was over, Li Tianzong suddenly regretted and was unwilling to fulfill the bet. Therefore, the young monk had no choice but to resort to means to make the other party fulfill the bet."
"The young monk's move was only aimed at Li Tianzong and did not affect anyone else. Moreover, it was part of the fulfillment of the bet between the two parties. Therefore, I did not take any action to punish him."
Kong Mingzi's words fell into the ears of these monks, and their expressions suddenly became strange.
Because this explanation seems to make sense, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is far-fetched.
Chapter 119 Three muffled sounds
