Wang Chan walked into the water pavilion, and the people inside were really betting, and the bet was not small, and the table was full of gold beads and silver tickets. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dealer is a middle-aged man who has begun to gain weight, only to see him grab the dice, knock on the side of the bowl "ding" straight sound, and say loudly: "Bet quickly, the bigger the better." ”

"Open!"

"Three sixes, leopards take it all!"

The dealer's luck was good, he rolled five sixes in a row, and his little eyes were so small that he could barely see the smile.

"There's money to bet, but there's no money to walk!" shouted the fat dealer.

This is the rule here, and everyone must follow it, and once again Shaman loses all her money, so she has to leave the table.

When Shaman got up, he happened to see Wang Chan coming in at the door, and his cat-like eyes suddenly glowed with a green jade-like light.

"Is there any money?" Shaman looked directly at Wang Chan and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Wang Chan raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, she was very tall, maybe taller than him, but her slender body lines were soft, her whole body exuded an irresistible charm, the wheel corridor of her face was obvious, and her cat-like eyes were moving with blue light like sea water, which seemed cold and smart, but with an indescribable sense of laziness, as if she had been tired of life for a long time.

Combined with her gambling temperament, it is difficult for Wang Chan to guess who the other party is.

"Yes. Wang Chan smiled, bypassed Shaman, and took out a silver ticket of five thousand taels and pressed it on the gambling table.

"I crush the leopard. ”

"Open!"

"Three sixes, big and small, pay for the leopard!"

Five thousand taels became fifty thousand taels in the blink of an eye, no wonder there are so many people in this world who like to gamble. But there are wins and losses, and there are losers at the gambling table except for Wang Chan.

For those people, gambling becomes a thin bet, and the more you gamble, the thinner it gets.

Wang Chan has won five in a row, putting a leopard.

The dealer who lost money, that is, the middle-aged man who gained weight, seems to be completely no different from the ordinary people you see in the teahouse tavern on weekdays, but he is surprisingly calm, and he has lost five handfuls in a row, but his face still does not change, and there is not even a drop of sweat. It's just that the eyes are getting more and more aggressive.

"We bet on size. The fat dealer stared at Wang Chan and said coldly.

"Good. Wang Chan smiled, picked up the dice and threw them casually.

The dice were rolling in the bowl and were about to stop, when suddenly they rolled again, and the dice finally stopped, but this time instead of three sixes, but three bright red dots.

Everyone raised their eyes to look at Wang Chan, and found that he threw three points, but his face still did not change, regardless of whether he was bluffing or not, this bearing alone was enough for them not to despise it.

The fat dealer grabbed the dice, and he might have only had eight points of confidence, but now it had become ten, and he shouted: "Leopard." ”

You don't need a leopard to kill three points, and a real expert wants to kill three points, at most it is enough to roll a four, even if you don't use a technique, it is not difficult to win two points.

But the fat dealer really couldn't get used to the face of this newcomer, so he had to throw three leopards of six to anger the other party.

"Jingle bell" sounded, the dice were thrown into the bowl, and his eyes were staring at Wang Chan. This time, even if the other party wants to play tricks, he is sure that he can change the idea back.

"There are ghosts in these dice. At the same time as the corners of Wang Chan's mouth were raised, his right hand gently slapped the tabletop, and the table suddenly rose off the ground.

The mustache next to him saw Wang Chan show his hand, his eyes lit up, and his hands pressed directly on the table, wanting to press the table down.

But as soon as his hands touched the table, a terrible momentum suddenly hit, and almost at this moment, his hands had already endured many impacts.

The mustache broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly shouted.

The table was off the ground, and only a "pop" was heard, and two palm-shaped wooden planks fell to the ground, and one of his hands was embedded in the tabletop.

The bowl is still on the table, and the dice are still spinning in the bowl.

A gust of wind blew, and the wooden board that fell on the ground turned into a trace of cotton wool, which was blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye.

Wang Chan looked at the young man beside him who was dressed like a flower and had a mustache, and chuckled: "It turns out that the bones can still be used to turn the table. ”

The strange palm technique that the mustache made in a hurry is the long-lost "bone-turning palm" kung fu in the martial arts.

"Mianzhang" is a Wudang stunt, and the inner family is authentic, but the word "bone" is added to the "Mianzhang", which is very different.

This kind of palm power is not only poisonous and terrible, but also very difficult to practice, after practice, a palm hit on the person, was beaten to the person as if he didn't know, but after two hours of palm power attack, the bones of the whole body will become soft as cotton, even the gods can not be saved, compared to the "big mudra" of the Tibetan secret temple, the "heaven and earth exterminator" of the Western Star Sea is much more powerful. There has been no such palm power in the rivers and lakes for many years, but I don't know how this mustache is trained.

It's just that this mustache's face is not very good-looking at this time, and the hands embedded in the table are also trembling, and the dice are still spinning in the bowl!

Just when the dice were about to stop, Wang Chan only heard a "snort" sound, and a strong wind suddenly passed through his ears.

Wang Chan didn't need to turn his head to know who was doing it, it was the white-haired old man sitting on the other side of him.

Whenever the dice were about to stop, the white-haired old man would reach out and flick them lightly in the air, and with each flick, the dice would spin more sharply.

The three ones that Wang Chan just threw were the masterpieces of this white-haired old man. The old man was full of gray hair, and he looked like an old pedant who had read poetry and books.

His hands were thin and sallow, with nails more than an inch long, which must have been soaked in potion, and the ten nails were usually rolled up, but as long as he flicked his fingers, they were rolled into a circle of straight, crystal white, shining, like a knife blade.

Fang Cai's energy came from the old man's middle finger, which is also a long-lost mastery in the martial arts, and Zhang Bianyin's "Yiyang Finger" Huashan "Finger Magic" and called the "finger knife" in the past.

Wang Chan glanced at it, slightly disappointed, and with a flick of his fingers, a blazing true qi shot out of the air, and after dispersing the strength of the finger knife, he directly devoured the three dice.

The three dice were instantly twisted, and they were burned by this blazing true qi to the point that there was not even powder left.

The Wuxiang robbery finger is one of the three Shaolin stunts that Wang Chan extorted from Gu Mozhi that day. Wang Chan didn't go out of his way to cultivate, but with his cultivation today, looking back at this level of exercises, there is no doubt that there is one law and ten thousand laws.

"It seems that my luck was not bad, and I won all three. The corners of Wang Chan's mouth raised slightly, and he laughed softly.

There was a terrible silence in the hall. (To be continued.) )