There was a dead silence in the gaming room.

The four pavilion masters looked at each other, and their hearts had already sunk to the bottom with Shen Yuan's verdict at this moment.

In this gamble, they have the home advantage, and even the gambling court owner, who is the banker, has been deliberately leaning towards them, acquiescing in their deliberate use of loopholes in the rules to maximize the chance of winning.

But in front of the Immortal Sword and the Two Earth Evil Powers, some of the small schemes they prepared seemed so ridiculous.

If it was just a demonic power, they could still think that Shen Yuan was lucky enough to be taught by his predecessors.

However, the two earth-shattering powers plus a remnant sword that is suspected to be an immortal sword are enough to show that Shen Yuan himself must be extraordinary.

Thinking of the third competition, Shen Yuan designated the Pavilion Master to calculate his origin, and an ominous premonition appeared in the hearts of the four Pavilion Masters.

"My ghost market is open, what we pay attention to is to make money with harmony, or this gamble will end here, we will try our best to meet the needs of the guest officer.

I wonder what you think? ”

A charming smile appeared on the courtier's delicate face that had healed again, and there was a hint of respect in his words that he had never felt before.

As soon as these words came out, the treasure pavilion lord also responded again and again:

"What the gambling pavilion owner said is right, there is no point in gambling on this gambling game, it is better for everyone to take a step back and make money peacefully!"

The Pavilion Master was still looking crazy and muttered in a low voice, and the old and dim yellow eyes under the Pavilion Master's hat were looking directly at Shen Yuan, and his face was cloudy.

Shen Yuan didn't care at all about the lowered posture of the two pavilion masters, his right hand stroked the obscure sword that had changed, and said casually:

"I said, next!"

"Zheng!"

Within the scabbard, a crisp sword groan sounded in an instant, and the invisible sword intent centered on Shen Yuan spread rapidly in all directions.

On top of the candle dragon inscription of the sword grid, a large amount of ghost mist continued to pour out from the obscure sword, turning into a ghost snake and devouring the entire casino.

The four pavilion masters could clearly feel that although the sword intent that erupted in the obscure sword made people feel cold, the level was not high, and it did not bring a truly deadly threat.

On the contrary, it was the ghost that was transformed by the spreading ghost fog, which gave them a sense of depression in the face of the ghost city deity.

Shen Yuan's ignorance made the gambling pavilion master's face change drastically, and he scolded angrily:

"Don't be embarrassed, although you have won two games, if you lose the last game, it will be regarded as a banker's victory, and you will have to sacrifice this flesh and blood."

The Pavilion Lord also had a gloomy face and sneered:

"Kindly give you a step, it can be regarded as for the face of the big man who gave you the magic power and this broken sword.

But you are so ignorant of what is good or bad, so don't blame us for being polite. ”

The Pavilion Master, who had been watching coldly on the sidelines, finally stood up at this moment, staring at Shen Yuan with cloudy eyes, and the Pavilion Master suddenly laughed coldly:

"Although I don't know what your reliance is, if you think that you can easily control the old man with some magical magic weapons that shield the heavens, then you are very wrong.

The power of the three of them all comes from the ghost market, and they will be restricted by the ghost city itself, but the old man is different. ”

As he spoke, the pavilion master's thin right hand pinched the magic seal, and the mana slammed on the gambling table in front of him.

The surface of the table began to melt slowly, and the table full of chips turned into a calm pool, and you could even see fish swimming among the aquatic plants.

The pavilion master pulled out the fishing rod behind his back, and the old god took out an ink-colored insect from his pocket, wriggling like a living text.

Putting the worm on the hook, the master threw the hook into the pool, his expression full of pride.

"The old man was born in the blessed land of Langhuan, and he was born from the "Six Lines of Calculation".

Just because he was disgusted by Lang Huan Blessed Land because he did not become the right path, he could only commit himself to the ghost market, but he was still a member of Lang Huan Blessed Land after all. ”

"You think you have a magic weapon to shield the heavens, and I can't get a glimpse of your true origin.

But in front of Lang Huan's blessed land, which collects the world's words, what can your little trick be counted? ”

"This bookworm is born of words, and there are more than 100,000 supernatural magic recipes in the Dharma Pavilion that have been bred for thousands of years, and they may not be able to see one.

I offer this bookworm to ask the Lang Huan Blessed Land Book Demon to investigate your identity, even if you have all kinds of means, it will be difficult to escape. ”

"In this competition, you are doomed!"

The Pavilion Master's words immediately made the other three Pavilion Masters look excited.

They knew that the master of the Reckoning Pavilion had an extraordinary background, but they never thought that they would have a connection with the famous Dongtian blessed land of Lang Huan.

The strength of Lang Huan Blessed Land itself is not strong, but there are thousands of book demons inside, and they have extremely high attainments in all kinds of strange arts, and they are definitely able to bypass the shielding heavenly magic weapon to gain insight into Shen Yuan's identity.

Even Shen Yuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he had heard of the name of Lang Huan's blessed land, the once famous Heavenly Emperor Library Pavilion, one of the most special blessed places in the world.

However, he didn't feel flustered because of this, he had enough hole cards to flip the table, and a simple victory or defeat didn't matter to Shen Yuan.

He even wanted to see if Lang Huan Blessed Land could really glimpse the traces of the Luoyun Sect ten thousand years ago and witness his identity as the leader of the Luoyun Sect.

On the edge of the pool, the confident master of the pavilion began to wait for the fish to take the bait.

But as time passed, the pool on the table was still unwavering, and there was no intention of taking the bait, which made the pavilion master feel a little uneasy in his heart.

However, he was apprehensive in his heart, but on the surface, the pavilion master did not show weakness, and he still looked arrogant.

Finally, after a few hours, the rod finally moved.

"It's coming!"

The master of the pavilion showed surprise on his face, and hurriedly threw the fishing rod to pull up the item, only to see that on the straight hook was a folded note.

The Pavilion Master hurriedly opened the note, wanting to see the contents of it, and the other three Pavilion Masters also gathered around the Pavilion Master.

The paper unfolded, but the smile on the face of the pavilion master instantly stiffened.

On the paper, there are four big characters written on it.

"There is no such person!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The pavilion master's thin face showed a hideous expression like a ghost, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Lang Huan blessed the world's writings, among which there are hundreds of book demons born by the method of divination, and his attainments in divination are not even inferior to those of the Qin Tianjian of the Great Xia Dynasty.

With such a blessed land, how could it be impossible to find out even his information. ”

Seeing this, Shen Yuan showed an unfeigned look of disappointment on his face, shook his head lightly and said:

"It seems that the so-called Lang Huan blessed land is nothing more than that."

"In this game, you still lost."

The Pavilion Master looked crazy, and his cloudy eyes bulged out as if they were about to squeeze out the entire eye socket.

"Nope! I haven't lost yet! ”

"The book demons can't find out, there are still book fairies in the blessed land of Lang Huan. There is also the ancient one on duty, his old man will definitely be able to find out! ”

Three bookworms appeared again in the hands of the pavilion master, and directly strung the three bookworms on the fishhook and threw them into the pond.