In a certain Yingxian Pavilion where the isolation formation was opened, a young monk-like monk nodded with relief on his face.

This is exactly the monk who reminded Jiang Fan with his words.

Seeing that Li Tianzong, the white fat man who had once harmed him, now looked embarrassed and slumped on the chair, the corners of his mouth outlined a happy smile of great revenge.

Heaven is a good reincarnation, and the sky forgives whom.

Li Tianzong!

You also have today!

On the gambling table, Jiang Fan's expression was neither sad nor joyful, and he was extremely calm.

An expected ending, it is difficult to make his heart fluctuate.

He even yawned and wanted to go back to sleep.

Li Qingshan stood behind him, his eyes revealing undisguised excitement and joy.

Even now, the three-color pillar of light had dissipated, and he could still hear the pounding heartbeat in his chest.

It's so exciting!

After Senior Brother Jiang stepped into the game, he always thought that he would definitely suffer a big blood loss.

And the subsequent development process is also running all the way to this result.

However, what I never expected was that at the last critical moment, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Senior Brother Jiang won!

Winning very thoroughly, the three spiritual roots of the Golden Fire Wind, did not guess one more attribute, nor did they guess one less attribute.

It was as if he had clearly determined what the spiritual root in the boy's body looked like at the beginning.

Thinking of this, Li Qingshan looked at Jiang Fan's unwavering expression, and profoundly realized the meaning of these four words.

Xiaoqin, a white-clothed maid, stood beside Li Qingshan.

In the time when Jiang Fan slept before, she had already rotated with her sisters.

Before Jiang Fan woke up, she happened to be back here again.

Her appearance at this time seemed calm, but the smile in the corner of her eyes was indeed unconsciously revealed.

As soon as Xiaoqin remembered the attitude of this immortal master surnamed Jiang towards herself, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

In the other party's body, she felt the respect for a mortal like herself that other immortal masters did not have.

There is no other immortal master who is as high as the other immortals.

Because she had a trace of inexplicable confidence in Jiang Fan from the beginning, although she was shocked, she was not as out of shape as others.

It seems that Jiang Fan should have won this gamble.

She looked at Jiang Fan silently, the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

I guessed correctly, this immortal master surnamed Jiang is really a character who is very good at creating miracles.

In the Tianzi Ladder Yingxian Pavilion a little farther away from here, Sikong Yueling's eyelashes fluttered, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Among all the people in the audience, except for Jiang Fan, she was the calmest.

The girl in Tsing Yi tilted her head slightly, through the gap between the windows, through the isolation formation, and looked at Jiang Fan on the gambling table in the distance.

And the other party, who seemed to feel something, also looked up at the same time.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and then, they both smiled lightly in tacit understanding.

……

On the gambling table, the uncle-faced monk who was in charge of guiding the process walked up the stairs slowly.

He first glanced at Jiang Fan, and the emotions contained in his eyes were very complicated.

Shocked, curious, confused, relieved...... It's all there.

He stared at Jiang Fan quietly for a moment, then turned his head back to the right and walked in front of the white fat monk.

Then, with an expressionless face, he took out a pure white storage jade bracelet and said:

"The result of this bet has been released, according to the rules, you should now transfer the forty-five thousand and seventy-two spirit stones to this storage jade bracelet."

At this moment, the white fat monk was still slumped in his chair, his expression was in a trance, and he was deaf to the words of the uncle-faced monk.

I don't know if I really didn't hear it, or if I was pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Seeing this, the uncle-faced monk frowned, and then repeated his previous words.

The white fat monk still didn't move.

The uncle-faced monk finally began to be impatient, his face was gloomy, and there was a hint of evil in his words:

"Li Tianzong, are you intending to provoke the majesty of the master here?"

As soon as these words came out, the white fat man's body shook suddenly.

He knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, so he slowly sat up straight with a sad face.

Then, with trembling hands, he took the pure white storage jade bracelet in the hands of the uncle-faced monk, and transferred the corresponding number of spirit stones from the storage jade bracelet that was originally lying on his wrist to it.

After doing all this, he lowered his head and stared at the pure white storage jade bracelet with reluctance, looking like he didn't want to hand it over at all.

Seeing this, the uncle-faced monk snorted coldly, and an invisible momentum came out, shocking the white fat monk's mind and causing him to fall into a temporary state of unconsciousness.

Then, he stretched out his hand, took the storage jade bracelet containing more than 40,000 spirit stones into his hand, and used his spiritual sense to check it, and after confirming that the number was correct, he turned around and walked towards Jiang Fan.

Until this moment, Jiang Fan's heart was finally no longer calm.

He stared at the storage jade bracelet in the uncle-faced monk's hand, and his expression was slightly excited.

After a few seconds, you will receive a ...... Super Huge.

At this moment, all the monks in the hall of the Yunling Hall were silently watching this scene.

Regardless of their previous mood, they all showed the same gaze at this time: envy...... And jealousy!

Their eyes were full of lemons, and they kept swallowing, hating only that they were not the young monks.

The uncle-faced monk finally walked in front of Jiang Fan, he paused, then stretched out his hand, handed the pure white storage jade bracelet into his hand, bowed his head slightly, and said:

"Distinguished guests from the Nineteenth Tianzi Pavilion, this storage jade bracelet is the bet you won in this round of gambling."

"After deducting the five percent service fee, there are still forty-two thousand eight hundred and eighteen spirit stones in total, please confirm."

Hearing this number, Jiang Fan felt a little distressed while being excited.

In a gambling game, more than 2,000 spirit stones were collected as a service fee......

No wonder you have been able to build this place so exquisitely and luxuriously.

However, Jiang Fan also knew that this was a normal charge, so he didn't say much.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself, and then his spiritual sense burrowed into the storage space of the pure white storage jade bracelet.

After the previous experience of receiving huge amounts of spirit stones at close range, this time, he quickly pulled his mind out of this sparkling and glittering sea of spirit stones and began to count the numbers.

The uncle-faced monk was very responsible, and he had counted it very carefully.

One is not much, one is not too much, and the number is accurate.

Exactly 42,818 spirit stones.

Jiang Fan's spiritual sense returned to his body and nodded towards the other party.

Seeing this, the uncle-faced monk bowed.

After doing this, the task that belongs to him has been completely completed.

Jiang Fan watched the back of the uncle-faced monk disappear from the staircase, so he withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at the white fat monk who had come back to his senses at this time and lost his soul.

Now that the spirit stone as a bet is in hand, it is time to talk to the other party about apologizing three times.

Chapter 118: The dust settles, and the bet is collected