Chu Fan ignored the strange eyes around him. He kept chanting "Ten" like a fool before stopping. He raised his glass and shook the chess pieces inside, and said, "It is the easiest to guess the numbers, and it is the fairest."

It is of course simple to guess the numbers, but the question is how to guess.

Everyone didn't speak, let's see how he arranged the next step.

"To be fair, I designed a double-blind game. What is double-blind? That is, the participants cannot know the results in advance, and the executors do not know the content in advance to prevent cheating... Everyone sees it..."

Chu Shenshang pointed ahead and said:

"There is a huge rock there. Please ask Miss Cuicui to walk behind and grab five chess pieces into the cup. It is blocked by the rocks and cannot see it, and the spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate. The chess pieces are placed one by one, not one by one. In addition, it is far apart, at most a slight sound can be heard, and it is impossible to tell how much it falls at a time.

"The monk concentrates his mind and can figure out how many pieces he has grabbed in one hand. But Miss Cuicui is just a mortal, and it is impossible to know. Brother Wu and I wrote about how many pieces there were in the cup, and the number was closest to win. For example, if I wrote about six, Brother Wu wrote about nine, but in fact there were only eight. Although no one guessed correctly, nine was closer to six, so it was considered a win.

"Brother Wu, what do you think?"

Between the two slopes leading to the outer gate of Tiantai Sect and the Liguo Immortal Master Pavilion, a huge stone stands in the grass. It is two zhang high, three zhang wide, and one zhang thick. It is unknown how deep the buried part is.

This grassland has been manually cleaned, and it is estimated that the stone is left behind because it is too dewy, which is exactly used as a demarcation and embellishment. It is about eleven or twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve

The King of Wu turned his head and looked at it, seemingly smiling.

"Brother Xiao, are you sure you bet like this?"

"Of course... Brother Wu, let's be villains first and gentlemen later. Cuicui is your person. To prevent the secret code, she has to grab the chess piece and put it in. She can't count it clearly before putting it. Before she comes out, we must write the numbers first. Even if someone sends the voice to the secret, it will cause the sound wave to stir, you and I can sense it. You and I will not take advantage of this little thing. I will never look up before writing it."

King Sun of Wu nodded and said:

"Okay, a gentleman's word is as good as a horse. Cuicui, just do what Mr. Xiao said."

Cuicui took the cup from Chu Fan and poured ten chess pieces into the jar. The fat woman saw that she held the cup in one hand and wanted to lean over to get the jar. It was quite inconvenient, so she volunteered to pick up the jar.

The two girls walked along the huge rock.

King Sun Wu looked at their backs and showed a faint smile. He turned around and raised his hand and a white petal and a green grass fell into his palm. He then activated his true energy and squeezed out the juice of the grass from the end, just like making a pen.

The white flowers are made of paper, the green grass is made of pen, and the romantic man from the world is elegantly accomplished in one go.

At this time, the two girls had just walked to the edge of the rock.

The immortal masters don’t find it very strange about this. Anyway, they are all guessing, writing early and writing late, there is actually no difference.

On the other hand, the yellow-faced man has more than one demeanor.

He found a wide leaf and pulled out the small sword at his waist... Hey, why does it look like the flying sword of the Nanhai School? Whose flying sword is not nurturing, as if the pig killer should not have a sharp knife with a cow's ear... He lowered his head, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, trembling slightly. After a while, hesitated to engrave words on the leaves, and stopped in the middle and thought about it.

It’s a thief, if you can think of something about making a living by relying on the gods, you’ll bet it!

However, if he loses his money, he will be in and out of the forty top-quality spirit stones. Who is nervous if he is not nervous? If King Sun of Wu loses, he will only act like a drizzle. If he loses, he will probably lose everything.

The two women turned around and placed the luminous cup carefully on the small table in front of King Sun of Wu. Cuicui was very careful and specially covered with fragrant flower and bird brocade handkerchiefs.

King Sun of Wu stretched his waist and said with a smile:

"Brother Xiao, Wu won the game without any force and took advantage of it. I know how small Cuicui's hand is, and how big a piece is. One piece should be about seven. She is a honest person and will definitely try to catch as much as possible every time. Then, the number of each piece is almost six, and five pieces is thirty-five. But each piece is distributed differently in the palm, and the gaps caused may be large or small, and six or eight pieces may appear.

"Add more than less, try to lean on the more side. So, I guess the chess pieces in the cup are thirty-six."

After saying that, King Sun of Wu picked up the petals and signaled to the other party, and the number above was thirty-six.

A slight commotion broke out in the group of immortal masters, and then there was no sound. Who dared to sing the opposite tune to offend the King of Wu? Xiao Yaoke was so fierce that he was not easy to mess with.

Chu Fan smiled indifferently, rotated the short sword between his fingers like a wind wheel, inserted it back into the sheath, picked up the leaves and said:

“Forty-five.”

ah……

Two or three awesome bursts out from the slope.

The King of Wu was inexplicably surprised, turned his head and slowly opened the brocade handkerchief covering the cup. When he saw it, his eyes suddenly widened and he asked in surprise:

"Why...so much?"

I saw that the cup was full of chess pieces were almost piled up to the mouth of the cup.

The fat woman knew the bad things, cried and said timidly:

"It's all my fault... the two left were not caught by Cui Cui, but I... I grabbed two hard."

The King of Wu wanted to cry without tears.

Dogs, bears, I am the parent of the brothel. You are such a big mother who is so fucked by a gangster. You are such a scam!

But he still had the idea of ​​taking chances, and he thought I couldn't guess, and Xiao Yaoke might not be able to guess. He calmly picked out the chess pieces one by one, and said softly: "One, two, three, four, five..."

After 30 chess pieces, there was still a lot of them left in the cup. Everyone knew that King Sun of Wu must have lost, but they didn't know how close Xiao Yaoke could be.

As the last piece was picked out, the scene was silent in a collective manner.

The number is suddenly stuck, forty-five!

If Xiao Yaoke guessed thirty-seven, it would be closer to thirty-six of King Sun of Wu, and he would win, but it would be very different from the effect of direct hit. The former is obviously lucky, while the latter seems to have predicted the future.

For Chu Fan, this is an inevitable ending.

He has viewed at least tens of thousands of brain wave maps in his previous life, and his spiritual consciousness is particularly powerful in this life, and he is very sensitive to the differences in the fluctuations of the soul.

He really couldn't sense it, could not see it, and could not hear how the chess piece fell into the cup.

But someone can sense it, see it, and hear it clearly.

The immortal master on the slope was high, his vision was unobstructed, and he was only more than ten meters away from the big stone. In addition, Cui Cui was a mortal and his movements were slow. Among them, those with deep skills could definitely figure out how many pieces they fell at a time.

Chu Shenpu slowly shouted "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ninety" before, and built a comparison model based on the fluctuations of the soul after hearing the numbers.

The rest is simple.

After each hand, the numbers are obtained based on the reactions of the two people and finally added them. Fortunately, the two are accurately consistent. If they are different, they must correct the errors based on the reactions of the others.

The loss of spiritual consciousness is huge...

Finally, it succeeded.

But in the eyes of the immortal masters, this scene is like a miracle!

King Sun of Wu was silent for a while, stood up and bowed, and smiled and said, "I lost, Brother Xiao's methods are really unpredictable."

The implication is that it is bullshit to be lucky. You must be playing tricks, but I didn't see it.

Chu Shenpu shrugged indifferently, and took the spirit stone and gold into the ring without hesitation.

The immortal masters had crooked eyes and slanted, and some lamented in their hearts. If I had obtained a large spiritual stone back then, I would have crossed the realm long ago. Why would I waste my time so much? Comparing people with others will make people so angry!

The King of Wu paced back and forth a few steps and said:

"Brother Xiao, you gave the questions in the first game, will I give the questions in the second game?"

“That’s right.”

"Okay, hurry up and speak quickly. Brother Xiao said before that gambling is nothing more than luck and strength. Since luck has been compared, we will compare strength in the second game. Brother Xiao and Tiantai Sect have a little misunderstanding and will have to deal with the trouble in a while. If I fight you in a big battle, I will take advantage of others' danger. I just came up with a question, so that I can avoid consuming my true energy and magic power."

"Oh, tell me."

"I saw Brother Xiao slapped the outer disciples of Tiantai Sect from a distance. He was extremely powerful, and he seemed to have only used two or three percent. My question was so simple that Brother Xiao and Brother Kun fought hard. Of course, you can not accept it, and give another question... Brother Kun is talented and has a physical cultivation in the realm of birth. Due to Wu's ignorance, no one can match his strength without using his true energy or casting spells."

Hearing this, the immortal masters looked at each other.

The power of a monk lies in his magic power. A great monk used his punch to break the mountain and used his magic. The power of his pure body may not be stronger than a mortal strong man.

Physical cultivation is an exception, tempering the body to enlighten the truth. Although ultimately, it is necessary to use magical powers to display magical powers, the strength of the body is beyond the reach of other monks.

The power of Kunlun slaves has long been famous and can be called a monster. I heard that when I first entered Lingxiao Palace to practice Taoism with King Sun of Wu, I raised the ten thousand pounds of stone lion in front of the palace, which was so powerful that I was competing with him. It was purely a search for abuse.

Chu Fan did not refuse at all. After thinking for a moment, he asked:

"Oh, how about comparison with King Kong?"

King Sun of Wu:

"Vajra was born for battle, such as the current Marquis of Li. He has sharp means and uses all the best. If life and death are fought, Brother Kun will be defeated. If he only competes with his physical strength, Marquis of Li will be in danger."

"If I promise, what are you going to bet?"

"Tissot."

"Dry."
Chapter completed!