[The Heavenly Secret is Not Revealed: Carry a magic weapon that covers the Heavenly Machine, which can isolate the spiritual sense exploration of the Jindan Realm and the monks below the Jindan Realm]

[Disguise: Carefully disguised, not the real appearance]

[Confusing Spirit: Secret Effect, when activated, it can secretly erode the opponent's mind and temporarily control its behavior, the higher the opponent's level, the weaker the effect]

After reading the effect of the three luck entries on the other party, Jiang Fan's eyes flashed.

My guess was correct.

Moreover, looking at the effect of the last exercise called the Confusing Spirit, this person's eight achievements are the guy named Yu Zhengyang who had told him about the predecessors of the Void Immortal Son before.

I saw that this person looked calm, and walked to the side of the white fat monk with unhurried steps.

Seeing this, the white fat monk looked overjoyed, and saluted respectfully:

"Mr. Yu, you're finally here."

The monk surnamed Yu hummed softly, and then, looking at Wan Guiming, who was standing beside the white fat monk, nodded and said:

"Brother Wan."

When Wan Guiming heard this, he also bowed:

"Brother Yu."

After a short greeting session, the three of them glanced at Jiang Fan, and suddenly fell silent at the same time.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Even if you think about it with your ass, you know that the other party must be transmitting sound to each other at this time.

As for the content of Transsion, it must revolve around itself.

Sure enough, he saw that the three of them were silent, and at the same time, they also turned their heads to glance at themselves from time to time.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan was not in a hurry, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and waited patiently.

After a few breaths, the three of them finally finished talking, and after nodding to the monk surnamed Yu, the white fat monk walked towards Jiang Fan and said mockingly:

"Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you want to quit after entering this building, it's too late, if you coax me, you can kowtow to me three times now, and I'll treat it as if it didn't happen."

On the surface, the meaning of these words seems to be giving Jiang Fan one last chance to quit.

But in fact, it was still infuriating Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan sneered when he heard this.

"Stupid."

Then, without looking at the white fat monk, he took Li Qingshan and the white-clothed maid Xiaoqin and took the lead into the attic.

The white fat monk was scolded by him, although his face was suddenly gloomy, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a treacherous smile.

He saw that Jiang Fan had already gone up to the second floor, so he nodded to the monk surnamed Yu who had been paying attention to this side not far away.

Then, together, the two also walked into the attic.

At the same time, in the center of the hall of the Yunling Hall, a relatively thin boy was introduced into the formation by the monk who was in charge of receiving him here.

Although his expression was nervous, his eyes were resolute, and as soon as he entered the formation, he immediately chose a good position and began to meditate with his eyes closed, as if he couldn't wait to awaken his spiritual root.

If Jiang Fan saw this boy, he would find that this was one of the two protagonists who blocked the road and fought on the way to the Yunling Palace.

At this time, Jiang Fan was already sitting on the chair on the second floor.

The fat white monk sat across from him.

The attic here is specially built by the Yunling Hall to be used by the monks who gamble.

Its location is the same as the formation in the center of the hall of the Yunling Palace, and it is also in a place where all the Yingxian Pavilion in the hall can be seen.

The second floor of this attic is an open platform with no roof and no obstruction on all sides.

Jiang Fan knew that from the moment he stepped on this platform, he had entered the sight of everyone here like a child in the central formation who was undergoing the spiritual root awakening ceremony.

Feeling the gaze from all directions, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he appeared from the Yingxian Pavilion where he was resting before, he had also felt this kind of treatment that everyone wanted.

Therefore, the mentality is quite good.

As for the fat white monk sitting across from him, he didn't care about it.

Apparently because I've experienced this kind of scene so many times that I'm completely used to it.

He looked at Jiang Fan opposite, with a provocative smile on his face, and said loudly:

"Before, I have already given you a chance, but you didn't grasp it, according to the rules of this place, the monks who go to the gambling table must complete at least one gambling game before they can go down."

"Now, I won't hide it from you, in fact, I just came for your more than 30,000 spirit stones and deceived you into this place, it's just a game!"

"How's that, do you feel any particular regrets? Aha......"

As he spoke, the fat white monk laughed wildly, looking arrogant as if he was winning.

Li Qingshan, who was standing behind Jiang Fan, closed his eyes painfully when he heard this.

It's over, the other side is really prepared, Senior Brother Jiang is going to plant it today.

Before coming here, Senior Brother Jiang said that the reward of one hundred spirit stones could only be obtained if he performed well.

Today, if this gamble is lost, Senior Brother Jiang is not happy in his heart, and this reward is likely to be lost.

Thinking of this, Li Qingshan regretted it extremely in his heart.

When he advised Senior Brother Jiang before, he should have been more resolute.

Xiaoqin, who was also standing behind Jiang Fan, was not as pessimistic as Li Qingshan at the moment.

Although he was also very worried in his heart, because of the incident a few days ago, he still had a trace of inexplicable confidence in this immortal master surnamed Jiang.

Jiang Fan sat on the chair, and after hearing the white fat monk's speech, his face was expressionless.

Before the gambling game officially began, the white fat man couldn't wait to see the dagger.

Hehe, I really envy his self-confidence.

Jiang Fan raised his head, looked at the monk surnamed Yu who was standing behind the white fat man, and narrowed his eyes.

He remembered the luck entry he had seen earlier on the top of the other party's head, called Confused Spirit.

A secret technique that can temporarily control the behavior of others.

Most of this is the other party's dependence.

If you meet other monks, you will definitely fall under their secret techniques.

It's a pity that I met myself with a plug-in.

Jiang Fan thought of this, and suddenly looked forward to seeing it, and when the results came out, the other party's expression changed.

While Jiang Fan was thinking, in the hall of the Yunling Palace, the monks who were paying attention to this place were also whispering to themselves.

"Hehe, as I expected, this young monk finally stepped into the trap......

"I'm still too young, I've already encountered this scene when I stepped out of the isolation formation where he lived in the Yingxian Pavilion......

"If I'm not mistaken, this time, it's the two of them, Li Tianzong and Wan Guiming, together with the mysterious monk surnamed Yu, who are in the seventh game of this year's cloth......

"Almost...... I still remember the last time, it was half a month ago, that unlucky guy, who had just received more than 1,200 spirit stones, was taken away by these guys before he could cover the heat......"

"Eh, the old man has obviously sent a message to remind him, I thought he could jump out, but it's a pity, it's a pity......"

Although the gamble had not officially begun, in the hearts of these monks, they had already decided that Jiang Fan would definitely lose.

This is the judgment they have made after years of observation.

Some of them are smiling bitterly, they have suffered the losses of the white fat man's group, and naturally know their methods.

It's so weird that you can't prevent it.

They did not hesitate to think that this young monk would definitely end up with the same fate as themselves.

Chapter 109: The Secret Art of Confusing Spirits, Ascending to the Gambling Table