Ji Fangwen didn't avoid it, he felt that this monk was a little weird, although the words just now were simple, they were not something that ordinary people could say.

"This thing is a master!"

Ji Fangwen said secretly.

However, the elder forcibly stayed by Ji Fangwen's side.

And everyone around was obviously looking at the fat monk with an incredible look.

Haven't taken a shower since you were born?

Is this Nima still a person?

At this time, the messenger of Lotte Fang came over angrily, stood two feet away, pointed at the fat monk and shouted: "Stinky monk, who let you in? Get out of here!"

The four guards behind the waiter were also gearing up and shouting loudly, but they didn't dare to step forward, mainly because the fat monk was too smelly.

The fat monk was not angry, he grinned widely, and smiled at the waiter: "Amitabha, you are doing business, how can you have a reason to drive customers away? I will bet later, in other words, I am now your food and clothing parents, come and come, good boy, call Daddy to listen!"

The waiter was furious when he heard this, and pointed at the fat man and scolded: "Who are you father? Be careful uncle, I chop you!"

"Amitabha, donor, you have committed a reluctance vow, it's okay not to call your father, it's okay to call your father, the poor monk has a fat heart and a wide body, and he won't mind!" said the fat monk.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

This stinky monk is too ruthless, scolding people without dirty, and he has to be someone else's ancestor.

The waiter was furious, pointed at the fat monk, and said angrily: "Catch him for me, throw it out, chop it!"

The four guards were helpless and were about to step forward when suddenly a cold voice came.

"Presumptuous! Dare to be rude to your seniors!"

I saw a majestic middle-aged man come over, waited for the waiter and guard, and said sharply: "Get out, don't come to Lotte Fang in the future!"

The five of them trembled for a while, and without saying a word, they immediately left backwards.

Watching the five of them leave, the middle-aged man arched his hand to the fat monk: "Disturbed the seniors, forgive me!"

"A few children are still young and ignorant, and the poor monks won't care!" the fat monk waved his hand.

A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, he didn't speak, and left with one hand again.

As soon as the waiter left, everyone didn't pay attention to the fat monk and set their eyes on the ring. Although this fat man is weird, he is far from as attractive as the competition in the ring.

The fat monk looked at the two people in the ring, and finally stopped his gaze on Tang Chen, paused slightly, and muttered, "This kid is a little weird!"

At this time, Tang Chen was already sweating like rain, the clothes on his body were soaked, his face was red, his teeth were clenched, and his muscles were tense.

And the same is true of the Bull God, but it is not as exaggerated as Tang Chen.

Those suitors of the bull god began to shout at this time, and everyone saw that this time had reached a critical moment, and began to cheer for the idol in their hearts.

"The bull god will win!"

"Come on, Bull God!"

"Knock that kid away!"

……

However, at this time, a very discordant voice sounded on the field.

"Come on, God of the Pit I love you! God of the Pit will win! Fly that kid!"

Everyone's eyes looked at each other, and they saw that on the periphery of the audience, a sloppy fat monk, gnawing on big meat, jumping and shouting, the image was very obscene.

Ji Fangwen didn't dare to stay by the side of this fat monk anymore, and with the black lines on his face, he pulled the elder to hide aside.

The fat monk didn't seem to notice everyone's gaze, and was still jumping, as if he was the only one on the field.

"Damn, this Nima is too disgusting!"

One of them quickly ran away, ducked to the side and vomited.

"I can't stand it either, where the fuck is this monster!"

Immediately afterward, a few more people ran away.

The fat monk looked at the actions of several people and pouted: "Amitabha, I really have no taste, I don't understand the peerless immortal posture of the poor monk at all!"

After that, he began to cheer for Tang Chen again.

However, the name of this pit god made Ji Fangwen's expression change slightly, and he secretly said that this person was really not simple.

Tang Chen also noticed this fat monk, and the movements on his hands did not change in the slightest, but he was taken aback in his heart, he couldn't see through this person.

Even if the martial cultivator of the Human Emperor Realm concealed his cultivation, he could also see a little, but for this fat monk, he couldn't see through it at all.

If it's not that the other party's concealment methods are clever, it's that this person's cultivation is too high.

At this time, the Bull God resisted Tang Chen's power with all his might, and he was not distracted at all to pay attention to other things.

His heart began to growl!

No way!

When pigs fly!

How could this kid have so much strength, no!

There must be a mistake!

He clenched his teeth and roared, pouring out the last of his strength.

Tang Chen performed as always, adding a few more points of strength.

Roar!

The bull god roared, and finally sat down on the ground, his face turned pale, panting heavily, looking at the stone pillar, with a look of unwillingness.

For a while, the field was silent and extremely quiet.

The fat monk also stopped jubilating and smiled obscenely.

How so?

Why did the Bull God lose?

I was absolutely mistaken!

Those fanatical suitors were comforting themselves in their hearts, while the rest of the crowd were shocked.

Incredible!

This thin young man actually won!

Can't it be faked?

Many people raised such questions and began to doubt the authenticity of this competition, but thinking that the formation in the ring was not inductive, everyone understood.

This time, it was indeed Dugu who won the defeat!

"Dugu seeks defeat and victory!"

A loud voice sounded, announcing Tang Chen's victory.

At this time, I saw that Tang Chen was also sitting on the ground, his face was pale, and finally he lay directly on the ground, panting exaggeratedly, much more difficult than the bull god.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses a little, and the bull god used ten percent of his strength, and Dugu sought defeat, and it is estimated that he used more than twelve percent of his strength to cause prostration.

"This kid!" muttered the fat monk to himself.

And in the private room, it blew up the sky.

"Impossible! How could this be? How could the bull god lose?"

Wang Jiancheng smashed the table with one palm, and he jumped like thunder.

"You fucking calm down Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu lost more than two million medium-grade spirit crystals, which is even more uncomfortable than you, what are you yelling at?"

At this time, the young man in brocade also looked at Wang Jiancheng with an angry face, and then moved his gaze to Tang Chen with a murderous intent.

"Calm down, right? Since it's a gambling game, there will definitely be winners and losers! We are all from big families, don't let people say that we can't afford to lose!"

A white young man said lightly, from beginning to end, he was the quietest one in the private room.

The white young man paused slightly, and then said: "Except for Kang Ziyang, you have not lost! Of course, more than two million medium-grade spirit crystals are not much of a loss for Lotte Fang!"

(End of chapter)