Qin Yan glanced at the great monk, pinching the trick in his left hand and holding the sword in his right hand to cast a spell.

"Wait, the poor monk doesn't want to fight with you, he wants to try something else with you!" The great monk said with a smile.

"Oh? Than what? Qin Yan was also interested.

"Poor monks are good at gambling, let's bet on guessing things in the air! What do you think of the best-of-three games? ”

Guess things in the air? Aren't you looking for death? I'm a person with yin and yang eyes.

Qin Yan really wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn't laugh, nodded calmly and said, "Okay!" ”

Hearing Qin Yan's words, Qu Yi and the others were extremely nervous.

As long as he is not a fool, anyone can see that the great monk will definitely have some kind of perspective secret technique, otherwise it is impossible to bet with Qin Yan.

"Qin Yan, no! He must have something to rely on to bet with you like this! Lang Yu loudly persuaded Qin Yan.

"Yes! You have to think twice! Qi Huan also followed to persuade Qin Yan.

Qin Yan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, everyone!" I'm sure it's done. ”

The great monk sneered in his heart, boy, you are really a good mallet, you dare to guess things with me, I will win your doubtful life.

"That's good! Let's get ready! ”

The great monk took out a cloth bag, turned his head and covered the cloth bag on his head, knowing that he didn't know what he was doing.

However, Qin Yan didn't have to think about it to know that the great monk must be preparing.

After a while, the great monk was ready, he stuck his head out, left his hand in the cloth bag, and said with a smile: "Come on!" Guess it! ”

This kind of guessing in the air, without any hints, if it is an ordinary person, there may not be one person in ten thousand people who can guess.

Qin Yan curled the corners of his mouth and sneered, silently chanted a spell in his heart, and began the Yin Yang Ghost Pupil.

The scene inside the cloth bag suddenly appeared in Qin Yan's mind.

"It's a talisman!" Qin Yan said unhurriedly.

Well? He actually guessed? Could it be that Qin Yan, like me, also has the Dharma of perspective?

No wonder this kid dared to bet with me that he had a brush.

The great monk furrowed his brows and looked at Qin Yan with great meaning.

However, the great monk soon laughed again, he took the talisman out of his pocket, and said with a smile: "Not bad! I guessed it! It's terrifying! ”

Hearing that Qin Yan had guessed correctly, Qu Yi and the others widened their eyes in disbelief.

Just now, Qin Yan killed Su Geli with the strength of Dao Zun, and he also used the Ghost Doctor Divine Technique, which had already shocked them beyond measure.

Now that Qin Yan is actually guessing things in the air again, this is even more surprising.

Under normal circumstances, if a person can have a skill, it is already undesirable.

But a person like Qin Yan who is good at several skills, and each skill is superior to the crowd, they really haven't seen it.

In fact, it is difficult to see people who can be good at a skill.

Tang Jian frowned, he never thought that Qin Yan would actually see through.

The great monk gave Tang Jian an "OK" gesture, signaling Tang Jian not to worry.

Tang Jian nodded and said nothing.

Qin Yan turned around, pulled out a thread from his clothes, clenched it tightly in his hand, turned around and stretched out his fist for the great monk to guess.

The great monk practiced the Dharma.

In Buddhism, there is a kind of perspective that allows you to see ghosts and goblins hiding behind objects such as walls through walls and other objects.

The great monk chanted the Zen language, and his eyes widened and looked into Qin Yan's fist.

After the Great Monk finished reciting the incantation, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and the thread in Qin Yan's hand flashed in his mind.

Hum! He actually tried to blind me with threads.

"It's a thread!" The great monk said confidently.

"I'm sorry, nothing!" Qin Yan spread out his palm, and there was nothing on it.

Well? This...... How is this possible?

The great monk was extremely surprised, and walked up to Qin Yan in disbelief, holding Qin Yan's hand and looking over and over again.

"It can't be! That's impossible! I see you have a thread in your palm! ”

Qin Yan laughed in his heart: The thread has already been burned by me, and if you can find it, it is really against the sky.

"Great monk, can't you afford to lose? If you can't afford to lose, don't play! ”

"Huh? What do you mean? Don't you cheat and still let people say? ”

"Did I do it? It's clear that you didn't guess right! Everyone's eyes are bright, and I didn't cheat at all! ”

The great monk was speechless by Qin Yan's words, bit his lip and turned back to his place.

He put his head in the cloth bag and spat in the palm of his hand.

Hum! Look at what you guess! If you say that Lao Tzu spits on a mouthful of saliva, Lao Tzu will evaporate the saliva.

If you say nothing, Lao Tzu will take out the saliva and show it to you.

Thinking of this, the great monk poked his head out, shook his head and said, "Guess! ”

Qin Yan had actually seen the great monk spitting on the palm of his hand a long time ago, and he had already guessed what the great monk wanted to do.

He walked up to the great monk and walked around the great monk, deliberately pretending to see clearly.

The great monk raised his head and looked at the roof, and said triumphantly, "Guess! I don't have that much time to wait for you! ”

"Good!"

Qin Yan nodded, and suddenly stretched out his hand and patted it on the great monk's vest, using his soul power to imprison his three souls and seven spirits.

"I'm guessing you're salivaing in the palm of your hand!"

Qin Yan finished speaking as fast as he could, and then opened the palm of the great monk as fast as he could.

When people saw the saliva on the palm of the great monk's hand, they kept shaking their heads one by one.

They didn't expect the great monk to be so disgusting, and he actually spit saliva on the palm of his hand.

"You've lost another game!"

Qin Yan recited the spell and directly crushed the three souls and seven spirits of the great monk.

The huge body of the great monk was like a small mountain, and he fell into the ring with a "boom", and the smashed ring trembled up and down.

The disciples of the Yin and Yang families of the various families cheered loudly when they saw that Qin Yan had won another game.

Tang Jian had a gloomy face and looked at Qin Yan coldly.

He didn't expect Qin Yan to actually kill one of his subordinates again, which made him lose face.

Just when Tang Jian was about to send someone to play again, he suddenly reacted that the great monk was not a loser.

If the great monk guessed what was in Qin Yan's hand, their second game would be a draw.

"! Qin Yan, you actually dare to fool me! I think you're getting impatient! Tang Jian said through gritted teeth.

The corners of his eyes twitched with anger.

"This is your lack of rules, don't blame me for being rude! Give it to me! Kill them! ”

Tang Jian roared loudly.

Qin Yan pursed his lips, curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Tang Jian, I'm afraid it's impossible for you to kill me now!" If you don't believe it, look at your feet. ”

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