The scorching sun is like fire.

Stand horizontally above the sky.

Furious autumn winds kept blowing from the northwest.

Kong Xiang folded his hands together, and the big red robe he wore was shaking in the autumn wind.

Kong Xiang looked at Chen Qingfeng, silent for a moment, but did not agree immediately.

gamble?

It's difficult to win, but it's very simple to lose.

So such superior conditions made Kong Xiang feel that Mr. Chen must have something to do, but hesitated but dared not agree.

This is too abnormal.

Chen Qingfeng felt a series of gazes, frankly sporting the banana fan, and said slowly in a tone: "Don't use external forces, it's entirely based on luck."

"As long as I can win."

"The first time I send a map of the East China Sea, and the second time I send a book of true scriptures. If I can win the third time."

Chen Qingfeng paused for a moment, exaggerated the atmosphere around him, and said something shocking: "A method of refining orifices in the fairyland, a magic sword."

A glimmer of spirit appeared in Chen Miafa's eyes, and his eyes were bright and he stared at Chen Qingfeng. At this time, he couldn't help but step forward and said in a deep voice: "Take it serious?"

A magic weapon, a magic refining method that can practice the earthly immortals.

Each of these two is priceless, and when they are taken out together, the value is immeasurable, and even Chen Miefa cannot be ignored.

Chen Qingfeng looked at Chen Miafa who could not bear it and nodded slowly and said, "Really."

"By luck, I can get everything."

Chen Qingfeng's eyes gradually swept across the world and continued to say: "As the saying goes, things can only happen three times, and the energy will drop greatly after three times, and there will be no hope, so each person will have three chances."

"I will never refuse anyone in the world, no matter what identity I have."

Finally, he looked at the Dharma Image, and Chen Qingfeng said calmly: "If you want to rob, I will throw the true scriptures into the different space, and no one can get them in the end."

"I have such ability. If I don't believe it, I will ask His Majesty."

Kong Xiang couldn't help but look at Chen Miafa. Chen Miafa nodded slowly. In the Battle of Nujiang, Mr. Chen possessed the magical power of space, which Chen Miafa personally experienced.

Kong Xiang looked at Chen Miafa and nodded, and couldn't help but sink in his heart. It was Mr. Chen. In just a few words, he had already grasped the situation and forced himself to the cliff.

There are maps of the East China Sea, magical weapons, and the method of refining orifices in the fairyland.

None of these three is of great importance, and there are also true scriptures. At this time, you have to take action to force the robbery. Not only will you not be able to obtain the true scriptures, but you will also provoke grudges from all over the world.

No one will refuse, no one can do it, this is to encircle people in the world.

Other major forces may not be interested in the true scriptures, but they will never give up the temptation of the divine weapons, such as the His Majesty in front of them.

In a few words, I have changed my position from being on the same mind as myself and quietly.

What a terrifying Mr. Chen.

Kong Xiang sighed in his heart, looked at the previous generation host Zhiran beside him, and saw Kong Xiang's gaze with a wrinkled face, and nodded slowly.

Mr. Chen is unfathomable. In addition, the Anjiang Dragon King is not weak and there are thousands of aquariums to help him. The most shocking thing is a young man next to Anjiang Dragon King, which cannot be seen through.

You may not necessarily win if you fight. Even if you can win the scriptures, you may be thrown into a different space. It is better to choose the final battle.

Chen Qingfeng sat upright on the fish cart, looking at Hei, and stared at Chen Qingfeng's gaze. He swung his wide sleeves, and two pearls about the size of a fist had been thrown out by Hei.

Every pearl is snow-white all over, filled with a faint light.

This pearl is priceless in the mundane world, which is enough for ordinary people to spend their whole lives, but they cannot spend them all.

The bright light bloomed from the orb, and a whirlwind surround the orb, like a knife cutting the orb.

After about ten breaths, the orb has turned into square dice.

The above is clear and angular, and the dice that is most common in gambling among ordinary people has already been suspended in mid-air.

The gentle warm wind blew, rolling up the dice and coming to the front of Kong Xiang.

The call to the wind and rain among the thirty-six methods of Tiangang was used by Chen Qingfeng to deliver things.

Chen Qingfeng's voice sounded: "Saint Monk, check it."

Kong Xiang's eyes were deep, his pupils were like black holes, and he swallowed everything faintly, and the hazy mist began to spread, completely devouring the dice.

The return to heaven and sun among the thirty-six methods of Tiangang, see through the past, present, and future.

This powerful ability is tested by the dice in the empty phase.

After about one breath, the depth in Kong Xiang's eyes dissipated. He nodded slowly to recognize Chen Qingfeng. The dice did not do any tricks.

"Who of you comes first?"

"I will come first."

The monk standing behind the Kongxiang took two steps forward slowly and came to everyone. Chen Qingfeng saw that the monk, especially the monk's neck, had a scar on his neck, and knew his identity.

The seventeenth-ranked master of the previous generation was one of the few disciples in Lantu Temple who had learned to become a disciple. He was born in the Xie family in Yuanzhou and his ancestors passed down the Qianfeng Sword Technique, which made him famous.

In middle age, the twelve consecutive docks rose, and the Yuanzhou rivers and lakes were in turmoil. The Xie family was destroyed by the Tornado Village. He also suffered heavy damage. He thought he would die without a doubt, but who would have thought he would be saved by the monks of Lanta Temple who passed by.

Later, he destroyed his enemies and then died of their worries. He became a monk in Ranta Temple since then.

The monk walked to the dice, bowed respectfully and said, "The little monk is here first."

The monk reached out to hold the dice carved by the gem and threw it upwards. The dice rushed to about ten meters, then slowly fell down, and finally rotated in the air.

It's like encountering an invisible air wall, the rotating dice slowly stopped.

Chen Qingfeng took a look in anticipation, at five o'clock.

With a gentle wave, a strong wind blew out, and the dice slowly fell into his hand, and then it turned instantly with a swing. Chen Qingfeng didn't even look at the final result, and said to the monk: "You can start the second time."

The monk nodded slowly, but did not wait for the final result.

The number of five points is too high, and it takes six points to win. This is good if the normal comparison is considered a good test, but the monk's purpose is to lose, so naturally the smaller the points, the better.

The monk just held the dice, and the other dice in the spin had stopped at four o'clock.

The victory was won without any suspense. The monk was not good at getting a master and his expression was relatively calm. This time he was not very powerful, and the dice stopped while turning, and it was finally six o'clock.

Without Chen Qingfeng urging, the monk threw it himself again.

The competition requires Chen Qingfeng to win, so it is impossible for the monk to lose at six points. Losing means losing, and a draw is not considered losing.

The third time, five o'clock.

Chen Qingfeng glanced at the monk. Is this fortune considered good? Or is it not good?

The first monk passed three chances, and there was no doubt that he would win every time. He could not lose once, so that Chen Qingfeng could win.

The empty scene in the distance kept watching this scene.

The eyes were deep in their eyes, and they were always using the return to the sky and the sun, peeking at various possibilities.

Chen Miafa's eyebrows had already cracked at some point, and a single eye emerged from the eyebrows, watching the changes of the dice.

Chen Miefa's divine eye is a series of abilities such as the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Dharma, breaking delusion, observing fortune, seeing through illusions, and glimpsing the truth.

It is enough to see clearly, and it can be judged that Mr. Chen has no cheating or even has no ability to use, and is just an ordinary throw.

No exception is seen, but this is the exception.

No, very wrong.

This kind of gambling luck is entirely decided by God. Mr. Chen cannot lose every time, he will always win.

And Mr. Chen’s paying so much price proves that outsiders cannot easily let Mr. Chen win.

Chen Miafa fell into deep thought, and most of the others were like this, but he never stopped throwing dice, and one person had three chances, and he refused everyone.

This time Chen Miafa brought not many other things, but there were only a lot of people.

With a wave of his hand, the Xuanming Iron Cavalry had a knight dismounted, and then slowly stepped forward and threw it.

There are three chances per person, and each throw will always be delayed for a while, but the end is very fast. More than an hour has passed without realizing it.

The Xuanming Iron Cavalry already has hundreds of people, all of whom have achieved the achievement of defeating Mr. Chen Da in the size of dice.

No one has lost, and the points of the dice are higher than those of Mr. Chen.

Hunting has never stopped Chen Miafa, because the true scriptures were not obtained by losing to Mr. Chen once, so Chen Miafa was allowed to test it.

After hundreds of people were eliminated and lost their qualifications to throw, it was indeed like empty guessing that things would not be so simple.

Mr. Chen did not use his magical powers and did not take other methods, but the points of the dice were smaller than those of the human being.

This is the biggest mistake, and this can no longer be attributed to ordinary luck.

It seems that it is not an easy thing to win. Kong preached to the monk Kongfa, who was the first to try: "Go to the capital of God."

"Please come."

Kongfa closed his hands together, nodded slightly, and turned toward the direction of Shendu.
To be continued...