After a short time, two monks walked up to the field and circled around the field.

Zhang and his entourage understood that if the competition between the monks was all going all out, it would be the same cultivation, and there would be some differences.

The biggest influence is the aura, from the amount of aura, you can directly judge the size of a monk's strength and the implementation of the spell, in fact, the so-called cultivation realm, isn't it to use the aura as an important basis for division?

Another influence is the mantra practiced by the monks, the tricks practiced by the monks, the methods of attack are roughly like this, attacking the original spirit, attacking the aura, attacking **, attacking the magic weapon, although some of the magic techniques have both, but they can't escape these four.

Finally, there is the monk's combat strategy and on-the-spot adaptability, which is related to the monk's experience, and not everyone can master it overnight.

Therefore, it is really difficult to determine who can win between two monks of equal strength.

However, Zhang and his entourage have rubbing skills, and he can know the operation of the aura in the monk's body, whether you are wearing Dharma clothes or not.

You can also know what kind of formulas the monks practice, and there are advantages and disadvantages between the methods, there are high and low, and sometimes they are also mutually restrictive.

With these two points, Zhang and his entourage can greatly improve their chances of winning, and if they bet more times here, they can also earn a lot of spirit stones.

After Zhang and his entourage rubbed down the aura and magic tips of the two monks on the field, they compared them in their hearts and came to a conclusion.

Hu Chun continued to say on the side: "Please take a closer look at the three Taoist friends, the color of the ribbon tied to the arms of the two monks on the field, one red and one black, when you want to bet, you just need to say to Xiaohong whether it is red or black." ”

Zhang and the Yang brothers both nodded, remembering the color of the monk's arm they fancied.

After the two monks on the spot left the field, the female cultivator Xiaohong asked softly, "How many Taoist friends want to bet?"

Yang Sen took the lead and said: "I'm betting on the red." And put two million spirit stones on the table.

Yang Lin also took out two million spirit stones, and also bet on the red one.

Zhang and his entourage also bet on the red, and then looked at Hu Chun.

Hu Chun hurriedly said: "I'll take a look first, my idea is back, what to bet on and what to lose, let's wait a while." ”

When Xiaohong heard this, he took out three red cards, handed them to Zhang Yixing and the Yang brothers, and then took the spirit stone away.

After a while, the two monks returned to the stage and began to compete.

In the end, the monk with the red ribbon won, and it was not out of the judgment of Zhang and his party.

When Xiaohong sent the spirit stones won by Zhang and his party and the Yang brothers, Hu Chun couldn't help but sigh:

"It's still the eyesight of the three Taoist friends, it seems that my luck is coming. ”

In the next round, Yang Sen still bet on red, Yang Lin bet on black, Zhang and his entourage also bet on black, Hu Chun thought about it, and finally decided to bet on red.

Who knew that this time the monk with the red ribbon lost, so among the four, Yang Lin and Zhang and his party won, and Yang Sen and Hu Chun each lost two million spirit stones.

Hu Chun looked embarrassed, luck still didn't come.

In the third round, Hu Chun didn't bet, but Zhang and his party won all of them, and Hu Chun was so angry that he took out 10 million spirit stones, and it was the one who couldn't lose.

In the fourth round, Zhang and his party bet on black, and the Yang brothers and Hu Chun both bet on red, and as a result, except for Zhang and his party, they all lost 2 million.

Hu Chun looked at Zhang and his entourage: "Hey, how can you win every time?"

Zhang Yixing replied with a smile: "Luck, luck." ”

Hu Chun said: "No, I have to follow you, I will bet whatever you bet." ”

In the fifth round, Zhang and his party bet on black, and Hu Chun also simply bet on black.

Yang Sen looked at it, this can't be done, now Zhang and his party have won every time, he has lost five million spirit stones, and his brother Yang Lin has won twice, and he has lost two million.

Yang Sen gritted his teeth, and followed Zhang and his party to bet black, and only Yang Lin was the only one who bet on red.

As a result, as soon as the two monks competed, Zhang and his entourage saw that the monk with the red ribbon was very experienced in dealing with the enemy, and he was afraid that he would lose this time, but unfortunately Hu Chun and Yang Sen caught up.

Sure enough, the monk with the red ribbon won, which can make Hu Chun angry enough:

What do you mean, this God can't get along with me, who do I lose with, I still don't believe in this evil.

Yang Lin laughed out loud, Hu Chun's idea was too much.

However, in the next ten games in a row, Hu Chun has been betting with Zhang and his party, and won every game, and in the end, Hu Chun won four million spirit stones.

Yang Sen didn't keep up with the times, and he still lost six million spirit stones.

Yang Lin was the worst, losing nine million spirit stones.

As for Zhang and his entourage, except for one loss, there is no sign of defeat, and they have won a total of 12 million spirit stones.

At this time, the Yang brothers rethought that the descendants of the innocent people are really worthy of their reputation, just like this lucky gamble, they can also play handy, thrilling.

Hu Chun was also amazed, but it can be regarded as a win, and he met a master, so he had to ask for advice.

So in the next bet, the three of them didn't think about it, as long as Zhang and his party bet, they bet on anything, very resolutely, and didn't frown at all.

So they made another twenty bets, and the remaining eighteen were won, except for two.

Zhang and his entourage won a total of 26 million spirit stones.

Hu Chun won 18 million spirit stones.

Yang Sen won eight million spirit stones.

Yang Lin had lost too much in the early stage, and now he had also won five million spirit stones.

Hu Chun also began to live at this time, and immediately rewarded Xiaohong with 10,000 spirit stones, and asked Xiaohong to refill the wine for the four of them.

The monk who was in charge of managing the gladiatorial arena was familiar with Hu Chun, and he also came forward to congratulate him, and by the way, he also greeted Zhang and his party, hoping to talk to Zhang and his party in detail.

Hu Chun became angry when he heard this: "What do you mean? It's hard to have a good time, and this won't let people play? Why are the spirit stones I threw here hundreds of millions of dollars? Today, my luck has just improved, why did I start driving people away?"

The monk smiled and said: "There is no such meaning, Hu Daoyou can play casually, it doesn't matter how much you win, as for Zhang Daoyou, as long as Zhang Daoyou speaks, the gladiatorial arena will never say anything, in order to show sincerity, I will give Zhang Daoyou 10 million spirit stones first, just invite Zhang Daoyou to drink a glass of wine, I don't know if Zhang Daoyou is willing to appreciate his face?"

As soon as Zhang and his entourage heard this, they understood that they were here, affecting the business of the gladiatorial arena, so they said to the monk:

"Forget it, I'm just passing by, by the way, I'm just going to have a look with my friends, and I won't ask for your spirit stone. ”

Before the monk could speak, he saw a group of men outside, led by Crane Changfei:

"Zhang Daoyou, Yang Daoyou, I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting, let's go to the inner city. Oh, why is the hoofboy here?"