The young deacon's wrist movement was clearly the first starting point of the name of the young master of the God of Food Tower. In his opinion, his recommendation was definitely in line with the psychology of monks like Li Shaoyang who wanted to rely on the dark horse to develop.

Unfortunately, he is still too young after all.

The next moment, I heard Li Shaoyang say lightly: "Remember it for now, Wuming is the choice."

Forehead!

The young deacon tilted his wrist when he heard this, and he was so lingering that he didn't write it wrong.

Before he could curse in his heart, he heard Li Shaoyang's voice coming again.

"continue!"

The client is that, and the young deacon had to continue.

He raised his hand and pointed to the second line of small characters, and said, "Real person, this is a weapon refining competition. Currently, there are ten seed fellow Taoists. The first one is Ouyang Xiangdong, the master of Fenglingzhou weapon refining, with an odds of one 1.5, and the tenth one is the new master Xiao Sanshao, who has unlimited potential in one fire control power, and the odds are one 5."

"Of course, if a real person wants to win, he can also choose one from some unknown fellow Taoists. The odds of such fellow Taoists are unified into one and pay ten, and there may be some opportunities."

Although he felt that Li Shaoyang would not choose the latter again, he repeated the sentence due to his duties.

Then, he heard it again.

"Cut down, no name is chosen."

After a staggering, another stroke was tilted. The young deacon felt a little sad when he looked at his jade book.

He said intimately: "Hmph, this kid is either to be a entertainment or to pretend to be awesome. Let's see how this deacon deals with you."

The next moment, the young deacon continued to speak, but this time he directly omitted the previous "nonsense".

"If you are a real person, the alchemy competition, the odds are ten per person, but you have to record them?"

"Tell me!"

Li Shaoyang didn't even raise his eyelids and thought to himself: Since he started pretending to be awesome, then pretend to be the end, let alone this sect leader is really awesome this time.

"Martial Arts Competition, I have no name, one compensation of ten, but I can write it down?"

"Tell me!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished writing, the young deacon put down the jade pen, then raised his head, looked at Li Shaoyang with a smile but not smiling expression, and slowly said, "This real person has already recorded it. I wonder how many spiritual stones the real person wants to bet on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shaoyang asked back: "What is the maximum number of betting spirit stones Guifang has received now?"

Almost subconsciously, the young deacon replied angrily: "One million top-grade spirit stones come from the young leader of the Lu family, the first family in Fenglingzhou."

Upon hearing this, Li Shaoyang smiled faintly, and then Wei Jinyou, who was behind Li Shaoyang, had his legs trembling.

"Then let's be the same as this young master Lu, one million top-grade spirit stones!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire hall suddenly became quiet.

Although Li Shaoyang's voice was not loud, the word "spiritual stone" involved, many monks' ears were as if they had become a calm ear, and they were not as good as they were practicing.

For example, now, when Li Shaoyang spit out that number, many monks looked at it in one go.

Of course, the most surprising thing is the young deacon in the gambling house who failed to "slap in the face" but got a huge surprise.

If such a large number of spirit stones were smashed down, if this bet really happened, he would naturally get a lot of benefits.

If he could do this every time he was slapped in the face, he would want to put his face in front of others every day and shout: Hit me, hit me quickly.

Just when the young deacon couldn't help but flushed, Li Shaoyang said something again.

"Hey, wait, all the previous ones are invalid."

"call!"

"Hi!"

"Pooh!"

When the monks onlookers heard Li Shaoyang's breath, they all spitted and said to himself: Another person who came here to pretend to be awesome. The deacon from Juxian Gambling House will teach this kid to be a human being.

The young deacon at this time felt like falling from heaven to hell.

The anger that had already accumulated was about to burst out, and one hand was stretched out.

This action was clearly to call someone over to teach the young monk who dared to come to Juxian Gambling House for entertainment and had no idea of ​​the high heaven and earth.

If you don’t call you a real person, you can really think that you are a real person.

Moreover, even a real cultivator in the God Transformation Realm must be kept in the Immortal Gathering Cloud Platform.

However, before the young deacon could speak, Li Shaoyang took him back to heaven with one sentence.

"All one million top-grade spirit stones, bet on this item."

Before we could tell which item Li Shaoyang was talking about, the young deacon in the gambling house couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The great ups and downs of life are so exciting."

Soon, the next moment, the young deacon realized that his sigh was too early.

Following Li Shaoyang's finger, he saw that option.

Then, he couldn't help it anymore.

"Are you crazy?"

The young deacon has lost his composure for the first time.

This sentence was shouted in front of many monks.

Of course, when seeing the other monks chosen by Li Shaoyang at this time, the expressions revealed by him were almost the same.

Wei Jinyou, who was standing behind Li Shaoyang, had the idea of ​​having no desire at this time.

Because he felt in a trance that this was definitely not the final climax, it was just foreplay.

"The four competitions are integrated, the winner comes from the same sect or force, the odds are: one penalty of fifty!"

That's right, this is Li Shaoyang's last choice.

Bet on one million top-grade spirit stones for many years, which only some "crazy" monks would choose.

The Immortal Gathering Conference is always held after the Spirit Vein Tribulation, and the Earth Dragon in the Beixuan Mountains has turned over more than a hundred times.

Of course, the number of times the conference was held was limited by the time when the Juxian Alliance appeared.

After careful calculation, it has been at least hundreds of times.

And in these hundred times, the monks who bet on this item totaled less than one hundred.

Like Li Shaoyang, there are unique people who bet on one million top-grade spirit stones at one time.

In the hall, many monks looked at Li Shaoyang as if they were looking at a madman.

Oh no, it's a fool.

Because, as long as the monks who are a little more knowledgeable in Fengling Prefecture know that since the Immortal Gathering Conference was held a hundred times, the four competitions have been held every time, but there has never been a winner of the four competitions from the same sect or force.

Once, none.

This also means that Li Shaoyang's betting will definitely end in failure.

"Is this kid crazy? It's better to forget about it for me if you come here to throw spirit stones."

"Hehe, I think this guy wants to make a name for himself. Although the methods are a little stupid, the effect must be very good."

"It is possible that the world is so big, and it's normal to have one or two fools."

"Speak lightly, where else can you find such a rich fool?"

The surrounding discussions completely reflected the voice of the young deacon.

At this time, the four women behind Li Shaoyang were extremely calm about the scene in front of them, and they could only believe the eyes of Li Shaoyang.

However, as a "borrower", Wei Jinyou suddenly calmed down at this time. After carefully recalling Li Shaoyang's tough record since his debut in his heart, he finally said "crazy".

Then, he secretly handed a strange purple crystal card to Li Shaoyang like he accepted his fate.

Amethyst card: one of the bulk currencies, which can be exchanged for millions of top-grade spirit stones.

Taking out this card is almost the full wealth of Wei Jinyou as a branch owner.

If Li Shaoyang fails to make a bet, Wei Jinyou will go and drink the northwest wind.

Of course, he would definitely choose to rely on the Dundi Sect. If Li Shaoyang doesn't pay back the money, he will never leave.

"This madman will definitely fail. Should I think about how to settle down in Wangxue Mountain now?"

If Li Shaoyang knew about Wei Jinyou's idea, he would definitely "snatch" it hard.

"It's so beautiful!"

On the other hand, the young deacon in the gambling house who had been stunned for a while finally woke up.

Although he shouted that Li Shaoyang was a madman, his duty as a receptionist could not really treat Li Shaoyang as a madman.

Especially after seeing the purple crystal card handed out by Li Shaoyang, the young deacon decisively threw away that thought and had the urge to send his face to Li Shaoyang.

Instinctively accepted the purple card and asked, "May I ask the real person's name? Is there a sect?"
To be continued...