These monks, while waiting for the results of their bets, all focused on the betting table.

The monk who presided over the gambling and acted as a notary public was long overdue.

He was the uncle-faced monk who had been under the attic before, checking the number of spirit stones in the possession of both sides.

I saw him walk to the middle of Jiang Fan and the white fat man, with a serious face, and began to tell the rules:

"First, after getting on the betting table, you can only step down after completing at least one bet."

"Second, after the injection, no changes can be made in the number of spirit stones."

"Third, after the result is out, the losing side needs to pay the bet to the winning side on the spot and cannot be delinquent."

"The above are the three rules of my Yunling Palace's gambling mode, if you have any doubts, you can put them forward now."

After saying these few words, the uncle-faced monk slowed down for a while, and when he saw the two sides of the bet, he didn't say anything, and then continued:

"Since there is no doubt between the two parties, then let's enter the formal process."

"Two, please look in the direction of the central formation, there are three children in the formation who are awakening the spiritual root, please two of them among them, choose the object of the injection."

"Note that the two candidates need to be the same person, and if they are different, the target will be determined by rolling the dice, whichever has the higher number of points will be selected."

As soon as the uncle-faced monk's words fell, the white fat monk, who had been prepared, couldn't wait to call out the name of the target he had chosen.

"I choose Mo Zixuan!"

Jiang Fan's eyes flashed when he heard his shout.

He lowered his head and asked Xiaoqin, the white-clothed maid beside him, for a booklet with information about the children's childhood.

Immediately, he flipped through it, and under the monk's strong spiritual sense, he soon found a record of the name Mo Zixuan:

[Mo Zixuan: A person from Baimu County, Liezhou, Daqi Kingdom, liked to play in the water when he was young, and he could float and sink among the waves without drowning when he was two and a half years old. I like to play with mud, and when I was three years old, I pinched the mud to image, which was vivid and vivid, and it was almost chaotic]

The child's childhood experiences are recorded in the pages of unverified information, so the truth is inconclusive.

However, for Jiang Fan, this information is dispensable.

He closed the booklet, and then asked the maid in white which of the three children in the middle of the formation was named Mo Zixuan.

Jiang Fan looked in the direction of the white-clothed maid's fingers, and then was slightly stunned.

It turned out to be him.

The one who led his mortal servants to block the road and fight with another boy, and finally lost the little boy.

He thought for a moment, his mind condensed, and looked at the top of the little boy's head:

[Gold, wood, water, wood, earth, wind, thunder, waste spirit root, wood, water, fire, earth and thunder waste spirit root (to damage), awakening spirit, anxiety]

[Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, and Thunder Waste Spirit Root (Damage): Awakened in advance due to external forces before maturity, and has been damaged]

Seeing this luck entry, although Jiang Fan had already made a certain amount of psychological preparation, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils at this time.

This boy named Mo Zixuan, the spiritual root originally contained in his body was destroyed, and now he has become the worst of the seven genera and all the waste spiritual roots.

He turned his head and looked at the fat white man, and the monk surnamed Yu standing behind him, his brows furrowed.

Although it is said that the boy's spiritual root is originally a kind of waste spiritual root that cannot be awakened.

The actions of this group of people did not seem to have any effect on the boy's fate.

But the nature of what they do is extremely bad.

Today, I just happened to encounter this situation.

As you can imagine, they've done this many times over the years, if not decades.

In the meantime, there will definitely be children who originally contained spiritual roots that could be awakened, because their actions eventually became waste spiritual roots that could not be awakened.

When he thought of a child with an infinitely bright future, because of their desire for profit, their fate was reversed and their good future was ruined, Jiang Fan's heart gushed with anger.

These people, damn it!

Even if he has a luck modification system that can change the fate of other people at will, he only dares to be cautious and does not dare to use it to act recklessly.

And this group of guys has no bottom line.

If such a person is not punished by heaven, then let yourself be punished.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan took a few deep breaths and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He shifted his gaze and looked at the top of the white fat monk's head, and several luck entries slowly condensed out.

[Golden Fire Wind Three Spirit Roots, Clan Blessing, Virtue Loss]

[Clan You: The essence blood prohibition of the person who seals the blood relatives with him will be automatically activated at a critical moment, summoning a spirit body of the essence blood master]

[Moral Damage: Doing too much due to lack of virtue, weak luck, and the chance of encountering misfortune increased by 30% (Next Stage: Divine Damnation)]

After reading the white fat monk's luck entry, Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes.

This guy actually has the essence blood of other monks sealed on his body.

If his guess is correct, the owner of this essence blood should be this guy's grandfather, Li Fuchuan, one of the strongest people in the so-called Great Apocalypse Kingdom.

The high-level cultivator of the Crystallization Realm, in the territory of this Great Qi Kingdom, is indeed a top powerhouse.

As long as you don't bump into a hidden person like the Empty Underworld, you can basically walk sideways.

As for the luck of that virtue...... It should be given by the will of the Heavenly Dao.

From the information expressed in the small words at the back, it is enough to see how immoral this person is.

That is, he hid in this place where the monks couldn't do it, otherwise, I was afraid that they would be chased and killed by various monks every once in a while.

However, since he has met himself, it means that this person's comfortable days have come to an end.

Looking at the white fat monk's smug expression with the victory in hand, Jiang Fan slowly exhaled a breath.

It's not time to do it yet, you can slow it down a little, and soon after, I will smoke this guy's spiritual root.

Without the spiritual root, the other party will lose the foundation of cultivation.

From now on, not only will it be difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation, but even the current cultivation realm will slowly fall with the passage of time until he becomes a mortal.

Jiang Fan thought of this and pulled his scattered thoughts back.

Now, let's settle the matter at hand.

He took a deep breath and prepared to say what he was going to do:

"I figured it out, my chosen pressure target was ......"

Just as this name was about to be exported, the monk surnamed Yu, who was standing behind the white fat man, suddenly glared at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan paused halfway through his words, and immediately, his expression became trance-like.

He felt as if his mind was stuck in a quagmire, becoming confused, and there was a voice in his ear, constantly guiding himself to say the name Mo Zixuan.

He opened his mouth, and subconsciously wanted to pronounce these three words.

However, just as the voice was about to exit, he heard a silver bell-like girl's laughter in his head again:

"Giggle...... It's funny, I can actually see a human race in this kind of place, and use my fox clan's talent and magic powers. ”

Chapter 110: The gambling begins, the white fat man who lacks morality