Lift the curtain of the door, and the view behind the door suddenly opens up.

The room was large, and in the middle of the hall was a small ring where two monks from the early days of the Guardian were fighting.

The two monks, one tall and one short, were falling into disadvantage and looked like they were about to lose.

There were about a hundred monks standing around the ring, and they raised their arms and shouted vigorously, all of them were red and emotional, and they were even more crazy than the monks on the stage.

On the opposite side of Lin Zize, Lin Zize saw a gambling table, the gambling table was full of spirit stones, and a guy was picking up an abacus and calculating carefully.

Lin Zize thought for a moment, he squeezed through the crowd, and came to the gambling table: "What kind of gambling method is here?"

The guy raised his head and glanced at Lin Zize, and when he saw that he was only in the early stage of Weidao, he lowered his head again, and said casually: "This game has been sealed, and if you want to buy bets, you have to wait for the next game." ”

Lin Zize glanced at the spirit stones on the table, there were about a thousand, and his heart couldn't help jumping.

This is a hundred years of cultivation......

If there are so many spirit stones in your body......

The man seemed to see what he was thinking, and mocked: "I've never seen so many, have you? ”

Lin Zize shook his head, no wonder there are so many gamblers here, just one competition has an ordinary monk who has worked hard for twenty years to earn spirit stones, who can not be impressed?

Do you want to snatch this spirit stone?

Lin Zize pressed the thoughts in his heart.

Although there is no one in this place whose cultivation is higher than his, if he shows his cultivation, he will inevitably be recognized.

The chief disciple of the dignified Dao Spirit Mountain turned into a robber?

Hehe, although he robbed these ill-gotten gains, he always couldn't get by on face.

"When will this competition end, and when will the next one start?" Lin Zize asked.

The guy snorted lightly: "If you die on top, the game will be over." ”

Lin Zize was stunned, and suddenly woke up: "Dead one?"

Seeing his overly surprised look, the guy was happy: "What? It's the first time to play? Look at your poor and sour appearance, you don't look like a rich person, at least one bet of twenty spirit stones, if you can't afford to play, hurry up." Of course, you can also go up and fight, the rules are not limited, just kill the opponent, and if you win, you can get 200 spirit stones. ”

Looking at the contempt in the guy's eyes, Lin Zize only felt that a cool breath rushed in from the back of his head.

This is the gambling method of "life"!

Looking at the two monks fighting for their lives in the ring, and watching the monks shouting wildly, Lin Zize suddenly figured out something.

Human life is worthless......

"Are you gambling your life like this, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?" Lin Zize's voice was a little hoarse, but what he said was clearly heard by the guy.

"Damnation?" the guy glanced at Lin Zize again, as if he felt that he was a fool who only knew how to meditate and cultivate, "The participants all came voluntarily, and no one forced them." They come for profit and die for profit, there is a cause and effect, how can they not be perfect? Isn't the rule of perfection the way of heaven?"

"If this is the way of heaven, I don't want to obey it. Lin Zize snorted and walked away.

The guy stared at Lin Zize's back, and suddenly the corner of his mouth grinned: "Neurotic." ”

The fight on the stage was now coming to an end, and the tall monk kicked the short monk to the ground, only to hear the sound of "clicking" bones, and the short monk vomited a mouthful of blood, his head tilted, and he fainted.

The tall monk breathed a sigh of relief, clenching his bloody fist and slamming it into the sky, as if to boast of his victory.

Most of the monks in the audience were ecstatic and couldn't stop cheering, and it seemed that they all bought this tall man to win.

"Hahaha, I bought five bets! I bought five bets! Hahaha! Although the odds are only one to nine, but this time I made a big profit!"

"Hehe, I bought ten notes! I pressed all the spirit stones I had saved over the years!"

"I knew that this game was so stable, so I bought a few more bets, and I lost a lot of money......"

Looking at their ecstatic appearance, Lin Zize only felt sadness in his heart.

Originally......

Lives......

It's valuable......

But at this time, something happened suddenly.

The short monk who had fallen to the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he leaped from the ground, holding a sharp knife from nowhere.

Approaching, before everyone could react, the sharp knife stabbed into the body of the tall monk with his back to him!

Then, pull out and stab again!

The cheers suddenly stopped, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and the only screams on the stage were the screams of the tall monks.

After that, all that was left was the sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh......

One knife, another knife......

The blood gradually spread, staining half of the ring!

The short monk finally lost his strength and collapsed in a pool of blood, panting heavily......

Lin Zize could clearly hear the short monk's wheezing.

There was a lot of emotion in this wheezing voice.

There is joy, there is anger, there is excitement, and there is hatred.

There is no sorrow or sympathy.

"Hahaha, I bought a bet and the odds are nine to one!hahaha! I've made a big profit!" suddenly a monk shouted.

"Haha, I bought three bets!

The silent venue suddenly became noisy.

"It's not counted!

"It definitely can't be counted, how can there be a reason for fake death and plotting!"

"Yes! No! We must return our gambling money!"

The crowd was raging, and the eyes of the monks who lost the bet were red, as if they were soaked in blood.

The guy who had been sitting at the table sneered and stood up, and he shouted: "Why doesn't it count? There are no rules in this game, and no one said that the game is over? As long as one side does not die, it is not over! He is careless, so he deserves to die! Who is this to blame?"

The crowd erupted again: "Strong words! This must not be counted! I have invested ten years of savings! How can it be counted!"

"That's right! I borrowed someone else's spirit stone! If I lose completely, he will definitely kill me!"

The guy laughed, "What, do you want to make trouble here?"

The man clapped his hands, and suddenly more than a dozen monks walked out from behind him, among which there were two mid-stage monks of the Guardian Path!

The crowd suddenly calmed down, most of these monks were in the early stage of the Wei Dao, and even many of them were demon-level monks, so they didn't dare to resist at all.

The guy snorted coldly and sat down: "The winner comes here to exchange gambling funds, and the loser gets out of the way, and the next competition will be held in half an hour, and those who want to fight for two can sign up!"

Looking at the silent casino, Lin Zize's emotions were extremely complicated, he turned around and wanted to leave, but stopped at the moment when he just raised his foot.

But I saw that the guy who borrowed the spirit stone in the audience rushed into the ring angrily, and wrung off the head of the short monk with one hand!

The head rolls along the ring until it reaches the edge of the ring.

The head happened to be facing Lin Zize, and his face still carried the joy of a winner......