In the hall of the Yunling Palace, those monks who were originally busy with their own affairs gradually shifted their minds to the gambling table at this moment.

The focus of their eyes was all on Jiang Fan's face.

This young monk, from winning a huge bet a few days ago, has been unable to extricate himself from the current in-depth game, and the whole process of being pitted has been watched by them one by one.

Half an hour later, this game is about to come to an end.

In their minds, they had already imagined that when the results came out, the young monk's face was full of astonishment and remorse.

On the gambling table, the fat white monk went up to the second floor and walked to his place.

He passed by Jiang Fan's side and saw that he looked like he hadn't woken up yet, so he subconsciously mocked:

"Huh...... Your appearance reminds me of a sentence I once heard from those mortal slaves: Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water! ”

"Are you deliberately pretending to be so calm because you know that you are going to lose this gamble, so that others will think that you don't care?"

When Jiang Fan heard his taunt, he didn't respond directly, but yawned first, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then turned his head to look at the other party.

Then, in a calm tone, he said unhurriedly:

"Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water? Are you talking about yourself? ”

Without waiting for the white fat monk to reply, he suddenly took a deep breath and drank out a single word:

"Get out!"

While drinking this word, Jiang Fan also pressed the momentum of his own crystallization realm on the top of the other party's head.

Here, only he and his senior sister have this privilege, and they don't have to worry about being punished.

Of course, in order to prevent the empty underworld from being difficult to do, he deliberately only released it for a short moment, and then quickly converged, and only targeted the white fat monk alone.

Even if it were seen by the monks who were watching this place, they would not find any clues.

As soon as Jiang Fan's rolling words came out, the white fat monk was instantly shocked to his heart, and his eyes directly became dazed.

Then, his legs weakened, plopped, and knelt in front of Jiang Fan.

After half a breath, he came back to his senses and realized the humiliating gesture he had made.

As if he had been burned to his knees, the fat white monk bounced up from the ground, his face suddenly flushed.

"You ......"

"What are you? Want to do it again? ”

Facing Jiang Fan's eyes looking at him, the fat white monk felt a chill in his heart for some reason.

He reflexively curled his neck and staggered his gaze.

Immediately, he noticed that he was acting like this, and it seemed that he was a little too cowardly, and he hurriedly raised his head again.

This round head stretches and shrinks, like a turtle, very funny.

At this time, the white fat monk finally found that he had weakened his momentum first, and no matter what he did next, he would look like a clown.

Seeing this, he said hatefully:

"You wait for me, and in half an hour, I'll let you know what real humiliation is!"

Leaving behind a cruel word, the white fat monk gritted his teeth and walked to his place.

Jiang Fan sneered, too lazy to pay attention to the other party.

The monks who were watching this place all saw this scene.

They looked confused, not knowing what was going on.

Looks...... It seems that the white fat monk suffered a secret loss, but he couldn't help the young monk for the time being, so he could only leave in anger.

Seeing that the young monk had reached this point, he was still fighting-for-tat with the white fat monk, unwilling to bow his head and give in to the slightest sign of softness, some monks sighed and shook his head.

After the results come out, this son will most likely be doubly humiliated by the resentful other party.

The white fat monk sat back in his place, his fat face was very gloomy, his eyes were staring at Jiang Fan opposite, his eyes were full of anger.

If the eyes could kill, Jiang Fan would have been chopped into 36,000 pieces at this time.

The latter, who was glared at by his eyes, yawned several times in a row, and leaned lazily on the back of his chair.

His gaze was on the central formation in the hall of the Yunling Palace.

There sat several children, both male and female, with their eyes closed.

One of them is called Mo Zixuan, the object of Jiang Fan and the white fat man's press.

When he saw the boy's resolute expression, Jiang Fan suddenly remembered the sentence he heard in his mouth that day, don't bully the young man to be poor.

At that time, I was still shaking my head in my heart because of the fact that the other party's body contained a waste spirit root.

It's just that I didn't expect that by chance, this boy really took a key step to change his life against the sky.

The most important thing is that this thing is still created by one's own hands.

When Jiang Fan thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a strange mood of fatalism and confusion in his heart.

He suddenly had a faint understanding.

On the surface, this system of oneself seems to modify luck, but in essence, it is playing with other people's fate.

With a single thought, you can make a major turning point in a person's future life.

The originally bleak road ahead may suddenly become bright because of his own thoughts.

The originally bright future may also be bleak in an instant due to their own thoughts.

The former is like this boy.

The latter is like a white fat monk and a monk surnamed Yu.

Whether these people's future path is good or bad depends on their own thoughts.

For them, it's as if they're ...... The heavenly way that is high up and looks down on everything.

Thinking of this, a great horror suddenly rose in Jiang Fan's heart.

He hadn't thought about the origin of the system before.

But now, I have to think deeply.

What kind of being is it that gives this kind of thing to oneself as a mortal?

What does He want to do?

Jiang Fan's fingers unconsciously tapped on the armrest of the chair, and his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

The fat white monk sat across from him, looking at his suddenly serious expression, thinking that he was nervous about the outcome of the upcoming gamble.

There was a hint of smugness in his eyes that were originally full of resentment.

I knew that your indifferent appearance before was all pretended.

Now, I've finally been caught!

……

In the formation in the center of the hall of the Yunling Palace, the boy named Mo Zixuan, whose spiritual power fluctuated steadily, suddenly became violent.

His brow furrowed slightly.

When a mortal awakens the spiritual root, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth will repeatedly wash over his body and expand his meridians.

As a result, severe pain will be felt.

And the formation here is to help these children to reduce this pain to the greatest extent.

Note that it is weakened, not completely eliminated.

A certain degree of pain is still unavoidable.

At this moment, Mo Zixuan in the formation was facing this situation.

He felt that his internal organs, limbs and hundreds of corpses were like being eaten by ants, painful and itchy, extremely strange, and uncountable uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this discomfort did not last long.

As the tingling pain soared to a certain critical point, he suddenly felt a shock, and the whole person seemed to have broken through a layer of restraints, his mind suddenly brightened, and he even heard the sound of waves in his ears.

This is the sound of the tide of spiritual energy, rushing in the meridians in one's body.

Mo Zixuan knew that he had finally succeeded in jumping over this dragon gate.

From then on, the sea is wide and the sky is high!

Chapter 114: Humiliating the White Fat Man, Mo Zixuan Awakens