After doing all this, Jiang Fan rubbed his eyebrows again, only to feel that his already tired spirit was a little heavier.

In a short period of time, he used the functions of the system four times in a row, superimposing four sequelae.

Even though two of them were from the early stage cultivators of the Foundation Building Realm whose influence was relatively weak, he still felt that his thinking was beginning to become dull at the moment.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Fan forcibly cheered up and thought about the arrangement he had just made.

After making sure that there was nothing missing, he breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At the same time, the white fat monk sat triumphantly on his back in the chair, and even crossed Erlang's legs.

I don't know how his two stubby, fat legs made this action.

And the monk surnamed Yu was standing behind him at this time, his body was a little shaky, his face was extremely pale, and he looked like he might fall at any time.

This is because of the huge consumption of spiritual power after using the Soul Confusion Secret Technique twice in a row.

Even so, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the young monk who closed his eyes and bowed his head without saying a word, not far away, and his heart was extremely proud.

Since stepping on this gambling table, every key speech of the other party has been affected by his secret technique.

It's like your own marionette, every move is under control, and there is no chance to struggle.

By this time, all the pressing process has been completed.

Next, just wait quietly for some hours, and you can take all of the more than 45,000 huge spirit stones of the other party into your bag.

Originally, I thought that the number of spirit stones that the other party had, except for the more than 30,000 that he won from the prize pool mode a few days ago, would not have too much.

What I didn't expect was that this son was still an invisible rich man.

The extra 10,000 or so spirit stones are completely unexpected.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Now that his task has been completed, he can leave the scene and go to rest in the Yingxian Pavilion where he lives, and wait for the good news after twelve hours.

Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Yu gently patted the white fat man's shoulder, said hello, and immediately turned around, ready to leave.

He stepped down from the gambling table, nodded to Wan Guiming and the others who were waiting below, and then walked in the direction of Yingxian Pavilion, where he lived.

When he returned to the attic, he couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the Taishi chair, ready to absorb the aura between heaven and earth to replenish the consumption caused by his previous use of the Soul Confusion Secret Technique.

He was calm and calm.

Then, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Because he found that his body had lost its sense of the spiritual power between heaven and earth at some point.

In the past, I only needed to probe out my spiritual sense, and I could sense the aura factor floating in the air clearly.

But now, these aura factors have become vague and almost imperceptible.

What's going on?

The monk surnamed Yu panicked in his heart, and the corners of his mouth no longer had the same smile as he had on the gambling table before.

If you can't sense the aura factor, it means that you can no longer absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

In this way, the little spiritual power left in one's body will be used once less and cannot be replenished.

After a long time, he will become a waste person who only has the cultivation realm and no corresponding spiritual power available.

Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Yu was completely square in his heart.

He closed his eyes without giving up and forced his way in.

It took him half an hour to barely catch a grain of aura factor closest to his body and incorporate it into his body.

This grain of aura factor, compared to the original capacity in his body, was like a drop of water falling into a dry lake.

It's useless!

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

In a panic, the monk surnamed Yu discovered the secret technique of bewitching the soul that had only been achieved after several years of hard cultivation, and the operation of his spiritual power had disappeared from his mind.

No matter how much you try to remember, you can't remember it again.

He only felt cold in his hands and feet, and then because of his mood swings, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

At the same time, on the gambling table, Jiang Fan was sleeping under the attention of hundreds of pairs of eyes.

After all the people in the hall of the Yunling Hall saw this scene, their faces were full of black lines.

Such an important occasion, such a tense moment.

This guy actually fell asleep like that?

For a moment, they didn't know how to complain.

The white-clothed maid and Li Qingshan, who were standing behind Jiang Fan, also showed confused expressions at this time.

This...... What's going on?

I was still worried about this matter in my heart a moment ago, but when I looked down, I saw that the main owner had actually begun to sleep.

Are you overly nervous?

When they thought of this, they both began to doubt their lives.

And the white fat monk, when he saw this scene, the arrogant smile on his original face also stiffened.

He let go of Erlang's legs and moved his round body forward with great effort, his eyes widening.

Then, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Counterpart...... What is this doing?

Go to bed?

How did he get to sleep?

The fat white monk looked surprised.

In the few years he has been here, there are not a few monks who have been harmed.

According to the custom, at this point in time, the monks who have been victimized by themselves are either sighing with regret, or scolding in anger, or pretending to be calm and silent.

It's the first time I've seen someone like this who starts to fall asleep without saying a word.

The fat white monk felt that his brain was not enough.

He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a clue, so he simply put the matter aside.

No matter what the other party's reaction is now, when the results of the gambling game are revealed, the other party has to comply with the gambling contract and kneel and kowtow to himself three times.

When the time comes, he can take the opportunity to humiliate him wantonly.

As soon as he thought of the upcoming scene, the white fat man's round body couldn't help but tremble because he was too excited.

It took a long time for him to calm down, lick his lips, and lie back on his back.

At this time, there were still eleven and a half hours before the completion of the spiritual root awakening ceremony of the child named Mo Zixuan.

The fat white monk waited for a moment, and then he began to get bored.

He was originally a person who couldn't bear it, and after thinking about it, he got up and went downstairs, leaving more than 45,000 spirit stones that he had pressed into the storage pool, and the person slipped away directly and disappeared.

At this time, he had not yet noticed that he could not sense the aura factor.

Time passes slowly.

Jiang Fan slept for a full eleven hours before he opened his eyelids with difficulty.

When he fell asleep this time, Senior Sister Sikong Yueling was not around.

There was no girl who used the soft water spiritual power to nourish his body, and the speed at which he was tired became extremely slow.

Therefore, even after sleeping for such a long time, the tiredness on Jiang Fan's face still lingered.

He wanted to continue his sleep, but as the time for the outcome of the game was approaching, he forced himself to wake up.

The moment he opened his eyes, the round body of the fat white monk also appeared from the staircase at the same time.

The results of the bet between the two are about to be revealed.

Chapter 113: The panicked monk surnamed Yu