It's just that Jiang Fan was crowded in the crowd at this time, and he couldn't see the figure of the senior sister behind him at all, and naturally he couldn't detect the latter's inner thoughts.

Like a swimming fish, he nimbly weaved through the crowd, and soon came to the center.

I saw a middle-aged monk sitting behind an extremely simple stall with a short figure and a lewd expression and temperament.

The monk's sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and the spiritual power on his body fluctuated, proving that the opponent's strength should be around the Nine Heavens of the Qi Refining Realm.

He crouched in his chair, joking with a hippie smile and joking with the monks around him, shouting for people to hurry up and bet.

Jiang Fan did not rush to place a bet, but first looked at the two pieces of paper on the stall.

The paper reads the items and odds for this handicap.

There are two types of projects.

The first is the victory or defeat of the battle between Lei Xinghe and Ye Song, and the current odds are quite balanced, one to one.

And the second is the time when the two people fight to divide the victory and defeat, with three sticks of incense as the boundary.

Compared with who wins and who loses, the odds of this project are a little clear.

The vast majority of monks are betting on the three incense sticks to divide the winner, and the current odds are five to one.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan inquired about it, and learned that Lei Xinghe, who was ranked third among the disciples in that sequence, was good at the extremely fierce thunder method in one hand.

Its way of fighting is naturally also a route of opening and closing.

As for Ye Song, he has the name of blood slaughter, and his style is similar to Lei Xinghe.

Once the two fight, it must be crisp and straight to the point.

There will never be that kind of scene where you come and go, grinding and chirping for a long time.

Therefore, it is very likely that the battle will end in a short time, and it is extremely difficult to exceed the time of three incense sticks.

This was the consensus of the vast majority of the monks present.

When Jiang Fan heard this, he thought about it and felt that it made sense.

This project itself can't be pressed, even if it wins, the reward is too small.

At the beginning, the idea of letting Ye Song ink hit flashed in his mind.

But after a split second, he decisively gave up on the idea.

Without him, he persuaded Ye Song to deliberately lose, which was based on the fact that Han Yun would not be suspicious.

But if the style played during the battle was too different from usual, with Han Yun's mind, he would definitely find the clues.

When the time comes, the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, if you want to get a high harvest, you still have to do something about the first item, the victory or defeat of the two.

Jiang Fan looked at the one-to-one odds written on the white paper, and his brows were twisted.

Although the odds are profitable, they always feel like something is missing.

He thought carefully in his heart, what method can be used to change the odds, and it is best to pull up the odds on Ye Song's side.

It's just that after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a suitable method.

Eventually, there were already anxious monks behind him who began to urge.

"What's the matter with you, a big man, how can you grind and chirp like a girl, can you be refreshing."

"If you want to bet, you can place it quickly, or you can go to the side quickly, don't stop us from making a fortune!"

Seeing this, Jiang Fan knew that he couldn't continue to hesitate.

He gritted his teeth, took a pen and paper from the booth in front of him, wrote a number in a slurp, and then signed a pseudonym, imprinting his spiritual imprint into his name.

This is the way in which the monks of this world are pressed among themselves.

Each monk's spiritual imprint is unique and cannot be copied.

Imprint it into your name and you can represent who you are.

As for the name, you can scribble it casually, even if it's a fake name.

Because monks recognize people by spiritual imprints, and their names are not important.

In a handicap of this size, it is extremely difficult to see anyone defaulting on the debt.

After all, with so many monks present, once someone loses and can't get the spirit stone, they will be attacked by a group on the spot, and even the ashes will be thrown away.

The rules of the Spirit Heart Valley will not shelter this kind of person.

So, no one is going to joke with their own lives.

Of course, what if the monks go on all together and find that they can't beat this person together.

What to do?

Cold!

If the big guy with this strength doesn't want to give it, let alone repay the debt, even if the spirit stone is in your hands from the beginning, you can't take it away.

In any case, the law of the jungle is synonymous with the monastic world.

Of course, the probability of such a shameless big man monk appearing is still extremely low.

If you really run into it, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

And at this time, the fake name that Jiang Fan left on the paper was Jia Fei who took it casually.

As for the spiritual imprint imprinted on it, it is actually not his, but belongs to the fox demon girl.

He belongs to the kind of situation that is extremely special, and others can't find the clues.

But he didn't do it to pay his debts, but he had to do it.

After all, he was actually just a mortal, and he couldn't generate spiritual consciousness, and naturally he didn't have his own spiritual imprint.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked stall owner casually took the white paper, glanced up, and his eyes widened suddenly.

The amount written on it was a full three thousand spirit stones.

This is what Jiang Fan asked for from his senior sister, and it is almost the spirit stone of the girl's three years.

At this moment, he directly pressed all Ye Song.

This stroke really shocked the stall owner.

He estimated slightly in his heart that this person alone could pull the odds to one point two to one.

was also frightened by the crowd of onlookers around him.

The two monks behind Jiang Fan who had urged him to hurry up couldn't help but shrink their necks.

At this moment, they finally knew that the strange-faced monk in front of them, who had been inked for a long time, was a hidden boss.

And he dared to speak disrespectfully to this big guy before.

If the other party is narrow-minded, I am afraid that the future will be sad.

The two of them looked at each other with sad faces, and they both saw the word regret in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, Jiang Fan didn't have the heart to deal with these two people, just glanced at them lightly, said not to make an example, and lightly revealed the matter.

The two monks breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and their hearts were only lucky.

The two of them stood aside at the moment, waiting honestly.

The stall owner swallowed his saliva, raised his head, looked at Jiang Fan after the disguise, and stammered and asked:

"This, this fellow Daoist...... Are you sure you want to press so many spirit stones? ”

Jiang Fan naturally nodded.

He already knew the result in his heart, and no matter how much pressure he pressed, there would be no pressure in his heart.

It's just that I have some regrets in my heart, and I haven't thought of a way to raise the odds so as to earn more profits.

Seeing Jiang Fan's confirmation, the stall owner with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks couldn't help but touch the sweat on his forehead.

He had been practicing for decades, and it was the first time he had seen such a large amount of spirit stones pass through his hands.

Just when he secretly guessed that this unfamiliar face was a hidden boss, he suddenly heard an uproar from the crowd surrounding him.

He and Jiang Fan turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that the crowd of people automatically parted, and a handsome monk dressed in white, with a graceful demeanor and a gentle smile on his face, played with the jade flute in his hand, and walked slowly.

When Jiang Fan saw this familiar face, he couldn't help but jump fiercely in his heart.

It's Han Yun!

Why is he here too!