The boy exhaled deeply, opened his eyelids, and rose from the ground.

A divine light flashed from his eyes.

He shook his fist, feeling the full sense of power in his fist, and his chest surged.

He lowered his head and thought to himself.

Now that he has stepped into this door, it is time to return the oppression he has suffered in the past two years.

As soon as he thought of that hateful face, Mo Zixuan couldn't help but clench his fists.

His body was still thin, but the power contained in his body was already several times stronger than before.

This kind of power, when used to deal with a peer who has not yet awakened the spiritual root, is enough to completely crush it.

Mo Zixuan took a breath softly, calming his surging heart a little.

Before I can get out of here and get revenge on that guy, there's one last thing I need to do.

He looked up, looked at the transparent crystal pillar in the center of the array, and moved his legs.

The boy didn't know that at this moment, in the entire hall of the Yunling Palace, almost everyone's eyes were on him, paying attention to his every move.

These sights naturally also include the white fat monk on the gambling table.

When he saw the boy stand up and walk towards the transparent crystal pillar in the center of the formation, his smile froze on his face.

Because, the boy does these actions at this point in time, which only represents one thing.

That is the spiritual root in his body, which has completed the awakening.

Moreover, it is not a waste spiritual root.

In addition, before the boy got up, there was no colored brilliance caused by the overflow of spiritual power around his body.

This kind of brilliance is a unique sight that only after the awakening of the waste spirit root failed.

This scene does not appear, but it can also be on the side, supporting this conclusion.

The white fat monk's mouth slowly opened wide, and his round body began to tremble unconsciously.

He swallowed hard, and then in a trembling voice, he spit out a few words:

"It can't ......"

"Why...... Why is this happening......"

"Shouldn't what he has in his body be the ultimate waste spirit root with all seven attributes...... Why can you still successfully awaken? ”

The white fat monk only felt a burst of blackness in front of him.

This result has been accomplished beyond his expectations.

He gritted his teeth and took several deep breaths so that he didn't collapse directly in his chair.

The white fat monk began to doubt life.

He pondered to find out what had gone wrong with the plan.

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't find the slightest clue.

After all, he has been involved in similar projects several times in the past few years.

Every time, you succeed.

Therefore, I am afraid that the problem this time is not because of the plan, but because of the ......

Thinking of this, the white fat monk suddenly crossed his mind.

An extremely incredible idea came out uncontrollably and could no longer be suppressed.

He muttered to himself:

"Since there is no problem with the plan, the only person who has a problem is probably the people who participated in the plan......"

"Wan Guiming is his grandfather's personal disciple, with this relationship, it is impossible for him to harm himself."

That is to say...... Is it Yu Zhengyang's guy who deceived himself? ”

"But...... There's no reason for that, why would he lie to himself? ”

When the white fat monk thought of this, his heart was so confused that he only felt at a loss.

For the first time, he didn't think of Jiang Fan's head.

Because from beginning to end, he regarded Jiang Fan as his prey, and did not put him on the same level as himself.

Therefore, in this flustered state of mind, when analyzing, we subconsciously ignore the past.

The fat white monk gulped in the fresh air.

Calm down, you must be calm!

At this moment, it is not a must-lose.

After all, this boy hadn't gone to the crystal pillar in the center of the formation to test the specific spirit root type and attributes.

What he pressed was a waste spirit root with all seven attributes.

In other words, no matter what kind of spiritual root the boy awakened was, it was within the scope of the spiritual root attribute that he had pressed.

According to the rules of the gambling mode, the young monk can only win if he hits all the several attributes awakened by the boy.

And the other party pressed the three spirit roots of the golden fire wind.

Unless among the several spiritual root attributes that the boy awakened, there were no attributes other than these three at all.

Otherwise, you won't lose!

Generally speaking, there are only sixty kinds of spiritual roots that a monk can successfully awaken.

Among them, there are only ten kinds of spiritual roots with attributes other than the three types of cash, fire and wind.

In other words, the chance of the opponent winning is only one in six.

Five-sixths to one-sixth, the advantage is mine.

I still have a great probability that I will win this gamble.

Thinking of this, the white fat monk was almost frightened, and his heart was much more stable.

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt his body regain some strength.

Then, he raised his head, looked at the boy with a nervous expression, and walked step by step towards the transparent crystal pillar.

At this moment, the monks who were concerned about this matter had also realized that something was wrong.

Many of them are old fritters who have been here all year round.

Therefore, I also know a lot about the bureau set up by the white fat monk and others.

They all know one thing very clearly.

That is, when these guys are trapping those monks who are not deeply involved in the world, no matter how the process of layout changes, one of the key points is to die.

That is the target child of the two sides, and what is contained in the body must be a waste spirit root with all seven attributes.

But today, it is obvious that there has been an unexpected situation that the white fat man and his group have not expected.

First, it was the boy who was the target of the two of them who got up and walked towards the crystal pillar.

This means that what is contained in the other party's body is a spiritual root that can be successfully awakened, not a waste spiritual root, let alone a waste spiritual root with all seven attributes.

Secondly, it was the momentary panicked expression of the white fat monk after seeing this scene.

This means that this gamble is not under his control.

The original purpose of these monks was to see the painful expression of the young monk after being killed, as a small pleasure in the boring spiritual life.

But after this scene, they found that the ending they thought was already doomed suddenly became confusing and full of suspense.

Perhaps, what we can see today is not that the young monk is deflated, but a group of white fat men who have not missed a move in this place for decades, and they are ruthlessly planting a big heel?

As soon as they thought of this, these people found that their hearts suddenly gave birth to a strong and extremely strong anticipation emotion.

Obviously, compared to Jiang Fan's deflatedness, the latter situation brought them much more fun.

Of course, not all people have the mentality of watching a play.

Some of them are worried about Jiang Fan in their hearts.

For example, Li Qingshan, the white-clothed maid Xiaoqin, and the mysterious monk who hid in the dark and was unwilling to reveal his identity, but had been transmitted to warn Jiang Fan.

Except for Xiaoqin, the white-clothed maid, who has a trace of inexplicable confidence in Jiang Fan, everyone else thinks that after Jiang Fan enters this game, he will definitely lose very badly.

However, the fact that the boy named Mo Zixuan successfully awakened the spiritual root made them stunned and at the same time, a flame called hope burned in their hearts.

Chapter 115: The White Fat Man Who Was Almost Stunned