Fatty Sang saw the pointer on the mythical beast wheel stop spinning.
He didn't pay attention to the looks of the monks around him, and with a smile, he collected the spiritual stones in the other seven patterns, but left the spiritual stones on the black turtle pattern alone and did not collect them.
Then, Fatty Sang checked it over and found that the spirit stones in the black turtle pattern area all had mana marks. He felt relieved and immediately prepared to distribute the spirit stones after knowing that there would be no disputes.
With a wave of his sleeve, the spiritual stones on the black turtle pattern instantly rushed into the crowd, each suspended in front of the owner of the mana mark.
None of the many monks present dared to rob and fish in troubled waters under the supervision of Fatty Sang's consciousness.
Seeing that there was no dispute, Fatty Sang patted his erect belly, and the smile on his face became gentler.
Then he patted the storage bag, and a large number of spiritual stones, in groups of three, rushed towards the monk floating in front of him.
in a blink.
The reward was redeemed successfully without any errors.
Many monks who got the spirit stone looked happy and talked about it one after another.
“I didn’t think so, but Boss Sang is still trustworthy!”
"Not bad, it was my first time to play. Not only did I win the prize, but I actually cashed in the spirit stones!"
"Boss Sang, you are very wealthy and your reputation is guaranteed!"
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When Cheng Bu Zheng saw this scene, the desire of the immortal cultivator was completely opened in an instant, completely tearing apart the pretense of being aloof and like an immortal, just like an ordinary person, completely opening the door to greed and desire for money.
He knows that once you fall into this pit and dig deeper and deeper, unless you win a handful and leave without touching it again, the spiritual stone you win will completely belong to you.
Otherwise, you will just keep the spirit stones for a period of time. In the end, the spirit stones you win will have to be returned to Fatty Sang sooner or later, so Fatty Sang did not feel any distress at all and gave away a large number of spirit stones.
At this moment, Fatty Sang looked extremely bold and generous.
But Cheng Buzheng knew that Fatty Sang couldn't have done anything, he just didn't notice it.
He guessed that many monks at the scene must also have suspicions, but so far they have not. If the monks come out to expose it, they may find that they are making a fortune alone, or they may not find anything unusual.
Cheng Buzheng still didn't place a bet, unless he found something unusual and verified it, but he would stop betting regardless of winning or losing afterwards.
During the next few games, Cheng Buzheng watched quietly.
Time passed slowly, Cheng Buzheng was still far away, quietly paying attention to all the details. At this time, dozens of games had passed.
In every game, Fatty Sang received at least dozens of spiritual stones.
They are all pure gains and a profitable business.
Although Cheng Buzheng didn't discover anything weird about Fatty Sang, he also discovered one detail.
Whenever there are more spirit stones bet on the four spirit beasts, and when there are fewer spirit stones on the divine beast pattern, there is a high chance that a divine beast will be drawn.
Although this is not the case every time, the probability is relatively high.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng made a decision in his mind and waited for the opportunity to verify it.
After a few games, this time he saw that the four spiritual beasts had more spiritual stones on them, and each spiritual beast had more than a hundred spiritual stones bet on them.
Among the four mythical beast patterns, the white tiger pattern with the largest number of bets has more than a dozen spirit stones, and the Xuanwu pattern with the smallest number has six spirit stones.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng knew that the opportunity had come, but he did not take action immediately, but waited for the last moment, just before the game was closed.
Until the last moment, it is impossible to determine the number of spiritual stones on each pattern, and it is impossible to accurately place bets on the mythical beast pattern that you want to bet on.
Cheng Buzheng held two spirit stones in his hands. The spirit stones were imprinted with mana, with the word "fight", and they continued to be ejected.
Everyone's mana is different, because mana refines each monk's own will, and it is absolutely impossible to have the same mana.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng was counting secretly in his heart.
"ten"
"Nine"
"eight"
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"three"
"two"
"one"
At this moment, without any hesitation, Cheng Buzheng raised the two spiritual stones he was holding with his right hand, turning them into two gray spiritual lights.
At this moment, six auras and gray auras shot towards the pattern on the animal skin.
But the two gray auras instantly surpassed all the auras and shone on the mythical animal patterns, Xuanwu and Qinglong on the animal skin.
Just after Cheng Buzheng shot two spiritual stones into the divine beast patterns of Qinglong and Xuanwu, a mana instantly wrapped up the eight patterns, while the other six spiritual lights were blocked by the mana layer.
No more bets could be made, and then each returned to the owner's hands.
Cheng Buzheng took a look and found that the faces of these six monks who were in the early stages of Qi training looked much uglier.
He thought to himself, "It seems... there are quite a few people who understand!"
Then Cheng Buzheng's eyes turned and fell on the animal skin.
I saw that on the four mythical beast patterns on the animal skin, there were eight spiritual stones for the blue dragon, fifteen spiritual stones for the white tiger, twelve spiritual stones for the phoenix, and seven spiritual stones for the Xuanwu.
As Fatty Sang completed his spell, the pointer on the divine beast compass started to move instantly.
At the same time, the gems surrounding the divine beast's roulette wheel shone instantly.
Cheng Buzheng knew that this was a sign of the emergence of a mythical beast. Every time a mythical beast appeared in the past, it always looked like this.
There was no ups and downs in his heart at the moment, this was just a verification for him.
Cheng Buzheng quietly watched the divine beast roulette. Every time the pointer passed a pattern, it flashed and then went out quickly. The pointer suddenly moved faster and slower, causing the minds of many monks present to rise and fall.
As time goes by, the mana in the roulette wheel is consumed, and the speed of the pointer on the mythical beast roulette wheel slowly slows down.
When the pointer slowly crossed Xuanwu, Cheng Buzheng knew that this time a blue dragon would appear.
as expected.
The pointer finally stopped on the blue dragon pattern in a small area and remained motionless.
Cheng Buzheng watched with some jealousy as Fatty Sang put a large number of spirit stones into his storage bag.
At this moment, it is inevitable that I am looking forward to the spiritual stone that I am about to get.
Lean less.
A spiritual stone wrapped in gray mana shot towards him and floated in front of him.
I saw Fatty Sang patting his storage bag, and with great wealth, he took out one hundred and fifty-two spiritual stones, one group of nineteen spiritual stones, and shot them at the eight winning monks.
Cheng Buzheng saw the twenty spiritual stones floating in front of him. He ignored the envious and jealous eyes of the monks around him and put them directly into his storage bag.
He thought to himself, "After deducting the cost of the two spiritual stones that I bet on, I won eighteen spiritual stones. It is too easy to get such spiritual stones, and it is also too easy to lose them!"
Cheng Buzheng, at the same time, secretly warned himself that monks still need to restrain their desires instead of being controlled by them.
Otherwise, the final result will be nothing more than being intoxicated by desire and reason, and thus being killed, and the body and soul will disappear.
Then, Cheng Buzheng did not place any bets, but quietly watched.