The old man with seven hands said: "Anyway, a lot of sacred stones have been deposited. I don't care, I will add 70,000 more sacred stones. What if... what if there is a 10 to 20% chance of winning the bet?"

Wanwanzi glanced at Yan Zhexian without leaving any trace, and said with a smile: "The words of the God of Gamblers can only be deceived by little girls."

Yan Zhexian obviously believed in the old man's vision even more. He picked up the seven black chip cards and prepared to follow the bet.

Zhang Ruochen held down her arm.

"Let go? You dare to touch my girl's hand, believe it or not, I chopped off your hand?" Yan Zhexian's eyes were cold, and a divine flame rune appeared on his arm.

Zhang Ruochen allowed the divine flames to burn his hand, secretly transmitted the message, and said in a cold voice: "Listen to my advice and don't raise any more."

"Only based on your 30% to 40% certainty?" Yan Zhexian said directly without transmitting a message.

Seeing that the other party did not let go, she became even more angry, thinking of Zhang Ruochen on the Shoutian battlefield.

Zhang Ruochen's disgusting hand touched places it shouldn't have been touched, and she kept wanting to chop it off.

A large part of the reason why she participated in the colorful coral tree bet was that she wanted to use it to deal with Zhang Ruochen and suppress the so-called descendant of time and space.

Although, the monks in the entire hell world now misunderstood that she was pregnant with Zhang Ruochen's child, and even the great-grandfather wanted her to marry Zhang Ruochen, it was a pity that she would not agree to it even if she died.

A sinister person like Zhang Ruochen who is romantic, cold-blooded and even kills his friends, no matter how talented he is, what?

She will only be disgusted.

How could I have to bear the brunt of getting married?

On the battlefield of Huntian, Zhang Ruochen tried his best to save Emperor Yu. In her opinion, it was not because of love and righteousness, but because he was greedy for Emperor Yu's beauty and could not change his lustful nature.

Of course Zhang Ruochen didn't know that Yan Zhexian had already had so many thoughts in his mind, and he said via voice transmission: "It's not 30% or 40% sure. I am now more than 70% sure."

Zhang Ruochen's hand was still on her arm. For some reason, the resistance in Yan Zhexian's heart was reduced a lot, and instead he felt an inexplicable feeling of closeness.

This strange emotion came from unknown sources, but it made Yan Zhexian temporarily calm down. He sent a voice message and asked, "Why are you suddenly more than 70% sure?"

"Because the owner of the tomb is Lord Kurong."

"What's the meaning?"

"God Lord Kurong is indeed a god with powerful cultivation, but he is not proficient in weapon refining, nor is he a monk of space and time. A natural treasure like the colorful coral tree cannot be sacrificed without strong cultivation! If it were Saint Sumeru instead

Monk, I will support you and bet everything on you."

Yan Zhexian said suspiciously: "How do you know so clearly about Lord Kurong's existence millions of years ago? Who are you? Why should I trust you?"

"If you don't believe me, you have to believe in the gods of the Temple of the Dead and the Twelve Goddess, right? If the colorful coral tree is really sacrificed and turned into a weapon, will they send it to the gambling table?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Zhexian naturally thought of that level, but he took a chance.

Perhaps, the gods of the Hall of the Dead and the Twelve Goddess are just not sure and dare not unseal it easily.

Without unblocking, at least hundreds of thousands of sacred stones could still be sold.

If you lose the bet, you will suffer heavy losses.

The gods of the two major forces did not dare to gamble, but she, Yan Zhexian, wanted to gamble.

Seeing that she still refused to give up, Zhang Ruochen said: "That's all I have to say, and I won't persuade you any more. Anyway, I will definitely not be able to get your reward of 10,000 divine stones!"

The old man with seven hands seemed to have heard the spiritual transmission between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Zhexian, and said with a smile: "Little girl, you should listen to his advice and stop. He is not only a space monk, but also a space controller! He

His judgment is definitely more accurate than yours."

"Senior, why don't you stop?" Yan Zhexian asked back.

The old man with seven hands said: "As I get older, I have many sacred stones, but I am afraid of death, so I have to work hard. If I get the 10% or 20% chance and get the colorful coral tree, I can live longer."

Yan Zhexian was extremely conflicted. It was not her character to admit defeat without betting.

Besides, 150,000 sacred stones have been smashed out.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the old man with seven hands, with an incomprehensible look in his eyes. It was obvious that this old guy had seen through his identity. With his shrewdness, it was impossible not to know that betting on the colorful coral tree was very risky.

Why continue to bet?

Is it really like he said, just betting on a 10% or 20% chance? This is not like what the God of Gamblers said!

Ye Xiao urged: "If you don't raise your bet again, it means you will automatically give up the raise."

Yan Zhexian grabbed the seven black chip cards tightly, his eyes became firm, and he was about to throw them on the gaming table.

Her hand was grabbed again.

Yan Zhexian thought it was Zhang Ruochen again, his eyes widened, and he was about to get angry, when the voice of Yan Huangtu came to his ears, saying: "We won't follow!"

"Fifth Uncle." Yan Zhexian said.

Yan Huangtu let go of her wrist and reprimanded: "Nonsense! You are too courageous to actually dare to play against the famous God of Gamblers. These 150,000 sacred stones should be used as a lesson."

From the view of Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian's bet with the God of Gamblers is like a child's bet with a great sage. It is no different from giving away money, and he will definitely lose.

Being able to stop losses in time is the best outcome.

Accompanying Yama Emperor Tu were four powerful men from the Yama clan, all of whom were above the Qian Wen Realm. They were wearing talisman robes and had strong auras, so they all obviously had great backgrounds.

Yan Huangtu looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for stopping her. No matter whether we win or lose, I will keep you as my friend. She will still pay you the 10,000 sacred stones she promised. I wonder what I call you?"

"

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu was interested in his strength and wanted to make friends with him or conquer him. In short, he had a bit of an emperor's bearing.

"I am the emperor who slaughters heaven and earth." Zhang Ruochen returned the salute with clasped fists.

Yan Huangtu felt that the name sounded familiar, but he forgot where he had heard it.

This person has a high level of cultivation and is proficient in the art of space. It is normal to hear his name.

After returning home, we will slowly investigate his origins.

While Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu were exchanging greetings, there was an earth-shattering fight on the gambling table. In just a few back and forth, the chips thrown by the Seven-Handed Old Man and the Black Veiled Monk had increased to more than 500,000 sacred stones, which shocked the monks present.

Everyone was stunned.

After all, some gods cannot produce so many sacred stones.
Chapter completed!