Although He Xuan also suffered a bit of a loss, in this gambler's game, the winner got a big bonus.
He relied on the odds to gain an advantage, and was certainly not afraid of exchanging injuries with Yu Xian.
He Xuan had decided on the situation and looked at Yu Xian proudly, "What? I see you still dare to be arrogant."
After saying that, He Xuan felt something was wrong.
Um?
The one who was arrogant just now was the slave ghost.
By the way, where is the slave ghost?
He Xuan quickly took a closer look and realized that the warrior ghost had not participated in the battle at all just now.
At this moment, that thing is still floating in the air like a two hundred and fifty.
Seeing the look in He Xuan's eyes, the young man in black turned his head disdainfully.
He Xuan was a little embarrassed now.
What are you doing?
Apart from showing off at the beginning, this battle is completely useless.
"You bastard!"
He Xuan hesitated to speak to Yu Xian.
Cheng Feng, who was standing next to him, expressed his guess without any scruples, "Could he be beaten to death because he was pretending to be cool?!"
All the disciples in Baishi Mountain were laughing and joking.
Chen Fang was a bit more mature. When he saw that He Xuan had the advantage, he felt relaxed. He glanced at Zhang Qiying and took the initiative to say, "Junior Brother He, please be more considerate later. Our Baishan Ghost King lineage is different from the other lines.
The Shouwu clan has always been friends with each other, so don't do anything ugly."
Zhang Qiying laughed after hearing this, but she was full of confidence in Yu Xian.
After Yu Xian's test just now, he already had some understanding of He Xuan's methods.
It's a pity that this is the dojo of the White Mountain Ghost King.
Yu Xian is now playing the role of a degenerate scholar who adheres to the path of witches and ghosts. Many methods cannot be used openly.
Even the blood of Zhou Gong, which was specially designed to combat the evil spirits of witches and ghosts, Yu Xian did not dare to stimulate it too much, lest it attract the attention of the White Mountain Ghost King or the White Bone Lady.
Yu Xian looked at other people's ghosts, and then looked at his own ghosts. He really couldn't complain.
Originally, as long as Yu Xian proved that he could contract slaves with ghosts, he could fool Madam Bones and leave calmly.
But Zhang Qiying was so eager to help her, and she obviously also wanted to help her support the scene.
It would be a bit unloyal to lose just like that.
Yu Xian thought, and simply recalled the young man in black who only knew how to show off.
Um?
He Xuan was a little surprised.
But he would not give up this rare opportunity.
While Yu Xian was distracted, He Xuan opened his palm slightly and quietly appeared a bronze pot. Then he reached up and hit Yu Xian with his head.
Just when He Xuan was secretly happy, an old man suddenly jumped out in front of him. The old man opened his right hand and hurriedly shouted, "Don't hit!"
He Xuan didn't stop in time. Just when he was wondering who this person was, the copper pot fell down from his hand, causing the old man to roll over with an "ouch".
He Xuan was confused, and Yu Xian was also a little stunned.
He has three opportunities to summon slave ghosts every day. Except for the successful branding of the young man in black, the rest can only be summoned randomly.
Yu Xian wanted to take a gamble and planned to try another slave ghost, but he didn't expect that what he summoned was the "lucky sycophant" he least wanted.
Last time this product came out, it was so deceiving.
now……
Yu Xian took a look and saw that the little old man rolling on the ground seemed to be a useless guy.
The lucky sycophant said "ouch" twice on the ground, looked up at Yu Xian with an aggrieved look, and then turned his eyes to look at He Xuan who was in shock and uncertainty.
The moment they looked at each other, Yu Xian even had an illusion.
The eyes of this sycophant had an indescribable dark and sharp look.
The process of his eyes turning from Yu Xian to He Xuan made Yu Xian almost think that there was a heavy and sharp knife cutting through the air.
Seeing the treacherous villain staring at He Xuan, Yu Xian's heart moved.
Could it be that this guy has hidden attributes, and after being beaten, he will transfer his hatred and use the skills that deceive him on his opponent?
Is that so?
Yu Xianzheng was undecided.
The little old man looked at He Xuan seriously and asked, "Young knight, I think you are handsome and have an extraordinary temperament. Could it be that you are a gambling saint?"
Young hero? Gambler?
He Xuan's eyes widened.
What the hell is this?
While He Xuan was confused, Mei Zhe, who was watching the battle, reminded loudly, "Junior Brother He, don't be careless, this is the ghost summoned by that guy."
Cheng Feng next to him also confirmed, "Yes, although I don't know what happened to this guy, this guy is indeed a ghost."
He Xuan heard this and immediately stopped hesitating.
No matter what mysteries he has, the key point is to defeat Yu Xian while he is at full strength.
Although his gambling can strengthen himself and restrict his opponents according to changes in the situation, it is not unlimited. The extent to which he can reach depends on his own cultivation and the level of the gambler.
As time goes by, the gambler who has worked hard for many years will lose his vitality.
He Xuan entered again without hesitation, and the copper pot he waved in his hand also secretly changed.
The gambler in the sky calculated the odds of this hit in time, "seven"!
"Seven" means 70% chance, which is a great chance of winning.
He Xuan felt confident.
Although Yu Xian was at a disadvantage, he did not panic at all. He touched the magic sword with his hand, and the sword immediately emitted a bright light.
Seeing the two people fighting again, the little old man on the side shouted excitedly, "Wonderful! This hut is a gambling tool, and the gambling tool contains the rules of winning or losing. In the gambling game, the gambling tool is a thing of probability! This
Pot throwing can be said to exist or not. I have seen that the young man has practiced gambling for many years and has already understood the secrets of how to make a fortune. In my opinion, this pot is 80% likely to be hit. The odds are as high as nine
'That's reasonable."
Um?
He Xuan's expression changed when he heard this. Just when the lucky sycophant said the word "out of a thousand", the throwing pot in his hand suddenly started to flicker and flicker.
He Xuan's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
The hut is a gambling tool. As a creation of probability, it can change the reality in the gambling game. The gambler trained by He Xuan can make thousands, cheat the gambling game, and let his mind change.
But now that it has been revealed, the rules of the gambling game come into effect again.
As a result, this probabilistic thing is difficult to control.
He Xuan gritted his teeth.
As a true gambler, He Xuanke has never been afraid of times like this!
He Xuan watched nervously as the throwing pot was smashed down hard.
At the moment when it came into contact with the magic sword, the bronze throwing pot turned into a virtual object as expected, easily bypassing the magic sword's block, then solidified again, and fell heavily towards Yu Xian's head.
Yu Xian's magic sword was knocked empty, and it was already too late whether he blocked again or counterattacked He Xuan to encircle Wei and save Zhao.
He Xuan was ecstatic!
Unexpectedly, just when the bronze throwing pot was about to hit Yu Xian's head, it turned into a virtual object again, and the hit was empty.
Yu Xian got this opportunity and quickly slashed with his sword, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers on He Xuan's body.
The little old man was moved when he saw this. He looked at He Xuan and encouraged him.
"Hey, the young hero has fought hard, which is admirable. Even if he loses, it will be an honor!"