Almost at the same time as Shisanlang placed his bet, the competition on the stage began, and the results were instantaneous.

The monk who was good at spells died, not because the black-faced god didn't help, but because there was nothing he could do to stop it.

All spells need to be performed with the help of mediums, and it is best to use personal objects, such as hair, nails, ornaments, etc., and the clever spell master is stronger, with the help of the opponent's clothes, pets, and even more, just know the opponent's birthday, you can cast the spell invisible.

From this, it can be seen that the spellmaster is not suitable for open competition, and is best at casting spells in secret to make the enemy invisible, and the spellmaster who participated in the competition has good skills, and the medium he chooses is also very good, directly using the ghosts released by the opponent.

The result was a little weird, the spell had just been cast, and the expression of the spell caster changed suddenly, and the palm claws slammed into his heart. Before anyone could figure out what was going on, its body was like a puppet stitched together with threads that had been struck hard and shattered on all sides. Its primordial spirit only let out a half-scream, and then collapsed in a wriggling cloud of blood, and its soul was scattered.

Such a way of dying, not to mention the black-faced god, the big people present shot together, and I am afraid it will be too late to stop it.

"Backlash!"

The tragic scene frightened many people, the unmath student exclaimed, and the surrounding spectators and even many bigwigs were shocked.

"Stand down. ”

The black-faced god had already flown to the scene, waving his hand to signal the stunned student to leave, and looked down to take a closer look.

"It's not just backlash. ”

Soon, someone realized that the judgment was wrong and fixed his eyes again.

The power of the spell is so powerful that it is difficult to guard against it, but there are very few people who are willing to practice it, because not everyone can practice it, and because it is easy to regurgitate, unlike ordinary injuries, it is extremely difficult to heal. Regurgitation is regurgitation, and it always happens when it touches the target. That cultivator clearly felt remorse as soon as he performed it, how could he be so strict?

The man was dead, and the cause could only be found in his body, and soon, the people around him noticed something unusual and exclaimed again.

"Beast body!"

"He's a monster!"

In sight. The remaining parts of the student's body changed, the hair grew and sharp claws grew, and the skin turned black like scales and armor, like a fish, not a fish, an ape, but not an ape, clearly a freak.

Around the stage, looking at the platform in all directions, the monks of the past ten thousand looked dazed, and four words appeared in their minds: Disciple of the Mountain Monarch!

"This"

"Seal, check!"

There was a cold snort on the subjective stage. The eyebrow master's usually quiet face showed an angry face, and the murderous intent was revealed.

It's a big fuss

The purpose of the Taoist Academy is to educate the world, and theoretically demon beasts are also included, and the disciples of the Mountain Monarch are no exception. There have been precedents before, such as the Great Gray and the Spirit Machine, all of which can be regarded as Daoist students, but this does not mean that the disciples of the Mountain Monarch are the same as others, the biggest difference is that they are not restricted by cultivation. and cannot participate in the big competition.

Man is man, and beast is beast. When it comes to orthodoxy, there can be no confusion, this is the bottom line that no one can doubt. It is a big mistake to mix with demon beasts in Dabi, and if there are more disciples of the Mountain Monarch, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The matter has already come out, and the matter is self-evident at the moment, and there is no need for a black-faced god to greet him. The elders of the Daoist Academy had already flown up to the stage to inspect the remains of the monk with them, and the Venerable was not idle, and the Dao Venerable Blind Venerable, who was the most proficient in this way, had dispatched one after another to confirm whether the monk still had a remnant of his soul and whether he could trace the imprint. As for the branch where the student was. At this moment, he has been completely isolated and counted the number of people, from the dean and the students, to the dean, and not allowed to leave half a step.

Unconsciously, the previous upheaval resurfaced in their minds, and people couldn't help but wonder if the two were related, and whether it was possible that the mysterious Mountain Monarch had appeared?

Before the results came out, the audience whispered and discussed, and their eyes focused on the fighting platform. Compared with the tension and uneasiness around him, the atmosphere on the Venerable stage was a little weird, and the few Venerables who had not yet come out were worried about the stage, but their eyes couldn't help but flow between Lei Zun and Thirteen Lang, with strange expressions.

The beast blood monk mixed into Dabi, very strict, and it was actually nothing if he thought it through. Whether he is a disciple of the Mountain Monarch remains to be confirmed, and even if he is, his ranking is negligible. Take 10,000 steps back, what if the ranking is high, Ziyun Island is full of heroes today, as long as it is not for the arrival of the mountain monarch in person, it is impossible to cause chaos.

When this kind of thing happened, the main loss of face in the Daoist Academy was a big blow to the branch where the student was located, as well as the prestige of the Meishi, and nothing else. In contrast, what happened on this side of the gambling game was more interesting and valuable, firstly, why was Lei Zun so sure that the fight would definitely be dead, and secondly, Thirteen Lang lost a spirit stone.

That's right, it's one.

Several Venerables looked at Lei Zun, and Lei Zun looked at the lone spirit stone on the plate, and did not speak for a long time.

"What are you looking at?"

Thirteen Lang said softly, his expression was cold, and there was not much smug on his face.

"You won. ”

"yes, you won, congratulations. ”

The big gray hand holding the plate kept shaking not because he was afraid, and the donkey was desperately trying to curb the impulse to laugh, which was very hard.

The stalemate passed for a while, and when Mad Zun couldn't help but want to ask, Lei Zun finally made a move. He pinched the spirit stone from his plate, looked up and said contemptuously, "Can't afford to lose?"

Shisanlang said: "In addition to life, I can afford to lose no matter how much I have." ”

Lei Zun said, "What is this?"

Thirteen Lang replied, "A spirit stone, my bet." ”

No matter how good your heart is, she can't stand such teasing, Lei Zun said slowly: "Starting with a million is a rule set by you, if there is no reasonable explanation, the deity will kill you now." ”

Thirteen Lang sneered and said, "You know it's my rules and still say this, you are not stupid." ”

Hearing these words, the Venerables around him, including Lei Zun, were all stunned, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became wonderful, they didn't dare to laugh, they couldn't get angry, they didn't know what to say, they wanted to do something but they had nothing to do.

As powerful as Lei Zun, he also lost his mood at this moment, holding the spirit stone in his hand, his eyes were staggered with flames and thunder, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

"The village has its own rules, the rules are the rules, you can change, you can copy, but you can't help but say it. I can't help but finish it. ”

Explaining casually, Shisanlang asked, "Have you ever sat in a bank?"

Lei Zun shook his head.

"Then it's no wonder. Thirteen Lang said: "Trading is like life, if you don't know how to trade, you can sit in the bank, just like a life that doesn't think and only takes risks with luck, and sooner or later loses to the essence." ”

There should be some allusion to these words, at this moment. Several Venerables didn't care about thinking about the philosophy of life, since Lei Zun had no excuse and motive to investigate, the previous matter had to be brought up and asked.

Mad Zun took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Before the fight, how did Brother Qi know that the student was going to die, please let me know." ”

The tone of questioning was quite obvious, Lei Zun was indifferent, still staring at the spirit stone in his hand, as if he wanted to see the flowers.

The Venerable Ones looked at each other. Later, Mad Zun took another step, and his expression became more and more strict.

"Brother Qi"

"Don't ask, he guessed. Thirteen Lang suddenly spoke.

"Guess?" the Venerables couldn't believe that Lei Zun would say this, their eyes burned, hoping that he would deny it.

Lei Zun was as silent as a statue, and he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

"Guess, cloud, bump. In short, it was all luck, and Lei Zun didn't say that he would die, but that someone would die. ”

took the initiative to explain for Lei Zun. Thirteen Lang turned to look into the distance, and could vaguely see the smoke and dust rising into the sky, and the shape changed like a layer of clouds outside the sky, full of mystery. After a few moments, the light of Minghua in the smoke cloud began to flicker, and occasionally a red dot jumped out. Tiny is almost invisible, but if you see it, no one is intoxicated by its brilliant mystery, just like a flower lover sees the most beautiful flowers, and a good wine smells the most mellow wine, and is willing to abandon everything for it.

Stand still and watch silently. Thirteen Lang quietly felt the incredible power and enthusiasm, and slowly raised his head.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and I don't know when it seems that there are cotton balls on the horizon, and the flowers waiting to be put are hesitant to move forward, and the number is slowly increasing and increasing. There seems to be thunder in the heart, and it is directly transmitted to the spiritual platform and the heart without passing through the ear drum.

No one else can hear or see, because this is his thunder. At this time, Thirteen Lang looked proud and self-satisfied, and his eyes were gentle and full of appreciation, as if admiring someone's achievements, and as if he was flaunting himself.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Looking and listening, thinking and looking forward to it, Jusan Lang waved his hand to the opposite side of the empty space, smiled, and then turned away.

"A beast cultivator who is eager to seek the Tao can't make a big deal for it. ”

As if hearing this sentence and complying with it, several bigwigs on the platform got up one after another and shook their heads in the direction of the main platform.

No traces of imprints were found, or the other party was too clever to detect. As for how this monk infiltrated the monastery and how he hid from the eyes of the teachings, and because the backlash was so violent, he could only be left to be traced slowly in the future.

The eyebrow master didn't know what to think, and waved his hand gently.

"Go ahead and get bigger. ”

"Whew!"

This result is disappointing and relieved for many people, although it is humiliating to be infiltrated, it is better than being instructed by someone behind the scenes.

It was another busy, but it didn't take much time, the fighting platform was quickly cleaned up, and the black-faced god raised his voice and loudly announced that the last competition of the students was about to begin.

"The last one, no more playing. ”

Venerable Stage, the Venerable Ones were not interested, and Thirteen Lang did not open the market again, he sat back quietly, turned his head and found that Lei Zun was still in a daze at the spirit stone, and he couldn't help but be a little amused.

"From zero to nine, there are ten number balls in a bottle, and only one can be poured out of the bottle, and each time one is poured, it is put back into the bottle as it is, and then one is poured again, and so on ninety-nine times. ”

"Counting the number balls that were poured out, the number of times each number appeared was high and low, but the zero ball did not appear once. ”

As he spoke, Thirteen Lang took the spirit stone from Lei Zun's hand and asked, "Put all the balls back and shake them evenly for the hundredth time, what is the probability that the zero ball will come out?"

Lei Zun replied: "Ten poured out one, of course there is only one chance." ”

Jusan Lang said, "If you could only bet on one ball, which one would you choose. ”

Lei Zun frowned slightly, and did not answer half-sounding.

Jusan Lang said: "Don't think about it, knowing that the odds of it are always one percent, most people will still bet on zero, and it is a heavy bet." ”

Lei Zun was puzzled and said, "This is a trader?"

Shisanro replied affirmatively: "There are thousands of changes, and all changes are inseparable from them. That's trading. ”

Lei Zun asked: "So many things are done, just to win a few spirit stones, and to show off this trader?"

Thirteen Lang said seriously: "As long as I can hit you and weaken you, even the slightest bit, I am willing to pay 10,000 efforts for it." ”

Lei Zun shook his head calmly, and said with pity: "The body of the deity is like the earth, the heart is in the sky, and the blind little bastard tries his best to do it in vain. ”

Thirteen laughed, his strange smile only lasting for a moment before retracting, his expression solemn.

"After a while, you will have to make the heaviest bet in your life, and you must think clearly about who the trader is. ”

(To be continued......)