No matter how you look at it, He Xuan should have the upper hand.
But the result is quite different?
Moreover, He Xuan didn't seem surprised at all.
There must be something that I don't know about.
He Xuan gritted his teeth slightly, then stretched his severed arm to the side.
The fighting cocks that pounced on the "lucky little man" all turned back and transformed into his left arm again.
Clenching his fists, He Xuan rushed towards Yu Xian without hesitation.
Judging from his ferocious momentum, he was actually a bit crazier than before.
Yu Xian's physical condition was as high as the sun, and he immediately laughed out loud and faced forward without fear.
The two of them went back and forth and fought together.
Yu Xian's ability was already strong, but he easily suppressed He Xuan.
Even the hanging ghosts and mourning ghosts who came to help were frequently severely injured by the blood flames on Yu Xian's body.
The two brothers Feng Ming and Feng Liang were extremely distressed and tried several times to detain their slave ghost.
It's a pity that the fight is in a stalemate, and it's not easy for them to hold back at this time.
The sincerity on the face of the "lucky sycophant" disappeared, and his eyes were replaced by wisdom that could see through the world.
He stood beside the two fighting men with his hands behind his back, an unpredictable smile on his face.
Said leisurely.
"I have been an official for many years and have suffered a lot. I often fight chickens and dogs, throw pots and shoot hunting, and I often compete with others for my family, country, and the world. Over the years, I have collected a few heartfelt words in my heart, and I want to remind you.
Xia."
The little old man said, raising a finger seriously.
"The first sentence is that the person who presides over the gambling game must not be addicted to gambling, otherwise he will only become jealous."
Seeing He Xuan's expression moving slightly, the little old man raised a second finger.
"The second sentence is, you must lose when you bet. No one dares to say that you will always be the winner. Although you can make rules and take advantage of it, the longer a bet goes on, the greater the chance of losing."
He Xuan's face was gloomy and he couldn't help but glance at the little old man.
Just when the little old man raised his third finger, he suddenly heard Mei Zhe next to the gambling table yell loudly, "Shut up! You're talking nonsense!"
He Xuan was disturbed by Mei Zhe's shouting and quickly stopped his attack and took a few steps back.
The little old man turned around with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes like a falcon that had found its prey, staring hard at Mei Zhe.
Mei Zhe's face was cold.
He looked at He Xuan and reprimanded loudly, "We practice the art of witchcraft and ghosts in order to see our own hearts clearly and guard our persistence! You naturally like to play with rules and pursue adventure and excitement. Gambling with ghosts is a perfect match for you.
.Since you have embarked on this road, you should risk everything and go on unswervingly. You should have your own path in your heart, why listen to other people's nonsense!"
The little old man was speechless after hearing this.
He Xuan, on the other hand, seemed to be enlightened and understood some things more deeply.
His thoughts suddenly changed and he shouted loudly, "Senior Brother Mei is offended, I want to lend you a helping hand."
Hearing this, Mei Zhe smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter, my slave ghost is naturally capable of restraining this ghost. It would be unreasonable not to help you. I'll help you this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wine gourd jumped out of his Niwan Palace.
The stopper of the wine gourd jumped open, and a drunken drunkard jumped out from it. The drunkard was free and easy, staggered a few times at the mouth of the gourd, fell head-on and fell into the gambling game.
The drunkard had regained consciousness before he even hit the ground. He rolled over, put his hands on the ground, and slapped hard.
There seemed to be a strange power permeating the drunkard's body.
Although Yu Xian was down-to-earth, as the drunkard slapped him, the ground seemed to be shattered into waves, leaving everyone in a trance on top of a pool of wine.
He Xuan was drunk and lost his mind, and the bet almost fell through.
He quickly shouted, "Senior brother, please stay strong."
Mei Zhe smiled.
Look at that "lucky sycophant".
The little old man's original sharp gaze immediately became dull. His whole figure looked as if he had drunk an unknown amount of strong alcohol, his face was flushed and he was swaying.
He looked straight at Mei Zhe and said vaguely, "Okay, what a powerful method."
The free and easy young drunkard laughed, lifted the flask, and let the wine in his hand splash.
The fine wine turned into a colorless scent as it fell to the ground, spreading everywhere.
When Yu Xian got a little bit of it, he felt dizzy and intoxicated.
Mei Zhe spoke slowly and calmly asked the "Xingxing Xiaoren", "Old sir, what do you think the odds of winning are now?"
The little old man opened his mouth to speak, but before he could think clearly in his mind, he said randomly, "It's just child's play, but you may not be able to win over my lord."
"oh?"
Mei Zhe was a little surprised, then glanced at Yu Xian, "It seems that your lord has some unused tricks."
Then he said with some disbelief and some arrogance, "Is it possible that the aroma of my wine is not intoxicating enough?"
When the "lucky sycophant" heard this, he instinctively tried to induce him, but he was so intoxicated that the words he spoke could no longer keep up with the rhythm of his thoughts.
He smiled slightly maniacally and said, "Ha, let alone my lord's methods, if I were a few years younger, I wouldn't necessarily be afraid of you."
The two of them told each other a lot of lies and truths.
This made Yu Xian, who was already seventy percent drunk, suddenly wake up.
The black mouth of the "lucky sycophant" is basically a chaotic killing weapon. Now that he can't control himself, could he really say "tell the truth after drinking"?
Yu Xian didn't dare to let this cheater stay outside any longer, so he quickly activated the spell to arrest him back to Niwan Palace.
After the "lucky sycophant" slowly dissipated, Mei Zhe and He Xuan returned their attention to Yu Xian.
Yu Xian's heart tightened.
Logically speaking, a monk like him should not have been obsessed with wine, sex, and wealth.
But now my mind is dizzy and my hands and feet are sluggish, but it's just like being drunk.
Could it be that what this drunkard confuses is not his senses but his mind?
Yu Xian thought about it and screamed secretly.
This Mei Zhe's servant ghost not only broke the bewitchment of the "lucky sycophant", but also put himself in a very bad state. He Xuan had two fierce ghosts, the mourner ghost and the hanged ghost, to help him, and they would fight later.
Wouldn’t it be a disadvantage?
Thinking in his mind, Yu Xian suddenly realized that he still had another chance to summon.
Without thinking too much, he hurriedly used the magic formula again and slapped it on the Niwan Palace.
A black smoke suddenly rose into the sky and transformed into a middle-aged man in his forties.
Yu Xian glanced at it and felt bad, why is it him?
That flattering middle-aged man!
Yu Xian was unsure, and He Xuan, who was eager to come up and beat Yu Xian up, was stunned.
What's wrong with this?
He subconsciously turned around and asked Mei Zhe, "Senior Brother Mei, why is there a slave ghost emerging from this guy? Is this possible?"
Mei Zhe was stunned for a long time and said nothing.
This is unreasonable!
What is the obsession in his heart?
Isn't this a monster?
The two of them were in a daze, and the middle-aged man in his forties frowned slightly, already noticing the smell of alcohol spreading everywhere.