The only person who has complete confidence in Jiang Fan from beginning to end is Sikong Yueling.

She was sitting quietly on the chair of Yingxian Pavilion at this time, with a futon under her, as if she was cultivating with her eyes closed, but secretly, she had been paying attention to her junior brother with her spiritual sense.

It is precisely because of this that when Jiang Fan was warned by the master of this place, Kong Mingzi, because of the use of momentum and coercion, she was able to find the clue through the latter's expression in time.

Subsequently, he immediately contacted Kong Yingzi and revealed his identity, in exchange for certain privileges to help Jiang Fan break the siege.

When she saw that Jiang Fan suddenly became extremely tired and finally fell into a deep sleep, she almost couldn't help but run out, using her soft water spiritual power to help her nourish her body and relieve her fatigue.

During the period of Jiang Fan's sleep, her brows have never stretched.

It wasn't until Jiang Fan woke up that she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, when she saw the appearance of the white fat monk who was almost paralyzed with fright, the corners of her mouth involuntarily rose slightly, and she smiled knowingly.

The girl didn't realize it, and she didn't know when it started, Jiang Fan's every move would affect her heart, making her heart ripple in the dark spring that was not shocking.

He likes her and rejoices, and he worries about her.

……

In the hall of the Yunling Palace, except for those who watched the play and supported Jiang Fan, the rest of the people were basically monks who belonged to the white fat man's side.

For example, Wan Guiming.

After Jiang Fan and the white fat monk boarded the gambling table, he returned to the attic where he lived.

Then, he began to lie down and watch the play with peace of mind.

He was eating a snack while humming a little song leisurely.

Ever since the fat white monk came here, he has left all these things to the other party.

The beauty is called its name, let it experience.

As for himself, he is hidden behind the scenes, and he is only responsible for receiving the remuneration after the completion of the matter.

After today's vote, he only needs to take 500 spirit stones to the white fat monk, and the remaining 3,000 spirit stones can all fall into his storage jade bracelet.

It's easy, effortless, and you can earn the spirit stone while lying down.

With these spirit stones, his cultivation realm will be able to go up a small step again.

Moreover, some time ago, the magic weapon that I fancied was finally able to buy it.

On this day, the beauty is ruthless......

Just as Wan Guiming was gently shaking his head, thinking about how to spend the spirit stone that was about to arrive, he saw the boy's actions in the central formation.

Immediately, like the fat white monk, he also jerked up from his chair, dumbfounded.

Then, there was a lot of analysis and speculation.

In the end, he came to the same conclusion as the white fat monk, and he also put the object of suspicion on the monk surnamed Yu.

At this time, the monk surnamed Yu was lying at home, and the pot came from the sky.

He used the secret technique of confusing spirits to control Jiang Fan to say those few words, and after completing the process of pressing, he returned to the Yingxian Pavilion where he lived.

Subsequently, he prepared to cultivate for a short period of time, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to replenish the spiritual power he had consumed.

As a result, after some operation, he was surprised to find that he suddenly couldn't sense the aura factor between heaven and earth.

Immediately afterward, he realized that he had worked hard to cultivate the Soul Confusion Secret Technique for decades, and in just half a pillar of incense time, he had inexplicably forgotten all about the operation method.

It just so happened that his body at this time had become extremely weak because of the excessive consumption of spiritual power.

So, after some violent mood swings, the monk surnamed Yu fell into a coma on the spot.

Until now, he has not been able to wake up.

And the green-shirted monk Xu Gang was guarding the downstairs of Yingxian Pavilion at this time.

He discovered the abnormal behavior of the boy named Mo Zixuan in the central formation, and while he was shocked in his heart, he hurriedly transmitted the message to the monk surnamed Yu.

"Elder Yu, there seems to be something wrong with our plan!"

After waiting for a long time, he couldn't hear the response of the monk surnamed Yu.

Xu Gang was extremely puzzled, he scratched his head, and he didn't know what the situation was.

In his impression, although this Elder Yu has a strange temper, once he has something to say to him, he will immediately respond to him.

But today, why is there no movement?

Did you not hear it?

Thinking of this, Xu Gang decided to transmit the sound a few more times and give it a try.

"Elder Yu, can you hear me......

"Elder Yu, something is wrong......

"Elder Yu......"

The monk surnamed Yu, who was bombarded with his eardrums by constant transmission, was lying on the cold floor at this time, motionless, like a dead corpse.

He was too unconscious, and this bombardment of sound transmission did not wake him up.

Under the attic, Xu Gang transmitted the sound again and again, but it was always like a stone sinking into the sea, and he did not get the slightest response.

It was only then that he finally realized that something seemed to be wrong.

He wondered in his heart.

Even if this Elder Yu is deaf, he should have heard his own transmission.

Is something wrong?

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Gang's heart tightened.

He wanted to go into the attic behind him and see what was going on.

But just as he was about to act, he suddenly remembered the strange temper of the monk surnamed Yu.

If you break into the attic without the consent of the other party, if you guess wrong, you will definitely be punished very badly.

Thinking of this, Xu Gang stood at the door of the attic, only feeling that it was not possible to go in, nor was it to enter it.

Dilemma!

……

At this time, Jiang Fan was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, tilting his head, pondering the problem of this system in his body.

It's just that he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a clue.

I just feel that the deeper I think about it, the more I feel an unknown horror hanging over my head.

He shuddered, and quickly stopped his train of thought, not daring to go any further.

Then, he took a few deep breaths to stabilize his emotions and let his mind return.

At this time, Jiang Fan realized that the atmosphere didn't seem quite right.

He first raised his head and looked at the fat white monk sitting on the other side of him.

I saw that the other party's eyes were staring at Mo Zixuan, the boy in the central formation, his face was full of nervousness, and he swallowed saliva from time to time, completely missing the previous appearance of winning in his hands and relaxed.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan sneered in his heart.

This idiot...... And now they are still holding on to the hope of winning the game.

He shook his head, then turned his head to look behind him.

Li Qingshan and the white-clothed maid Xiaoqin held their breath with solemn faces.

Their gazes, like the white fat man, were also firmly fixed on the boy in the formation.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan's heart couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Of course, this is not because of the fear of losing the bet, but simply because of the solemn expressions of the two.

Following the gaze of the two, Jiang Fan turned his head again and looked at Mo Zixuan, the boy who had been forcibly reversed by himself.

I saw the other party, first slowly walked to the side of the transparent crystal pillar, and then stopped and stood upright.

He looked at the pillar and was silent for a few moments before reaching out his right hand and pressing it to the side of the crystal pillar.

In the expectant expressions of everyone in the audience, a pillar of light containing three colors suddenly rose into the sky.

The three colors are: gold, red, and ...... White.

Golden Fire Wind Three Spirit Roots!

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