A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“It seems useless to say more. You have no room for discussion. Then we'll have to live and die. Until then, however, there will be a gambling war. You and I will send someone together to lay down a ban! No matter how much we lose, as soon as the gambling is over, we let it go.” Skinny old people are just as straightforward as words.

It is estimated that he also knows that, at this point, persuading the three great monks to be soft is simply delusional.

“Gambling is fine, but what about the prisoners you promised? Haven't seen anyone, hey hey...” The old devil stared at the old man and sneered.

After listening to each other's words, the old man shouted, but after thinking about it, his lips moved slightly to the rear and pronounced a few words.

Suddenly behind the queue of magicians, a sudden surge.

Over a thousand bare-handed, empty fists, with nothing but a shirt, were pushed out of the queue.

As soon as these monks arrived in front of them, they were distinct in colour, ranging from the red-hearted to those who were angry with the magicians.

And there was a slight disturbance in the Brotherhood Army across the street.

Naturally, many of these captured monks recognize them at the same door.

Until Yangtze and others saw this, they looked at each other and nodded slightly.

“What do you say? People you see. It's time for peace of mind. Let the gambling begin!” Bi's last name, Shorty, was a little intolerable in the Mulan Divine Master.

“Why are you so anxious? What are you going to do with this game?” Wei said unexpectedly.

“If you don't dare to gamble, let's start with these priests' banners. And then there's the war. I don't know what the three of you think.” Shorty's face changed and he was threatened.

“Your Excellency is blackmailing us!“ Wei Lifetime's eyes flashed with a cold light and said loudly.

“Nothing to blackmail? But if you don't want to gamble. It is not impossible for us to retain these prisoners and to use their flags to inspire morale.” The lean old man's color remained unchanged, but his voice was a little shady.

“Or we can gamble. The prisoners were released first, and we promised to gamble.” When the Yangtze heard this place, the eyebrows moved a few times and said slowly:

“Released? You think we'd do something stupid like that?” Shorty said politely.

“But we don't trust you either! What if the gambling war ends and you don't keep your promises?” Wei Wuyin bluntly said.

“Even so, we…”

“Well, there's no need to say any more useless things. We can put half the prisoners back before the war. The rest depends on how you win or lose. Don't you have a problem with that? If it doesn't work, you can go back and start a war.” The old man didn't wait for the short man to say anything. After the fierce light flashed in his eyes, he took the lead.

“Okay, that's it! If you let them go, we'll set a restraint on our side.” This time, the Yangtze and the other two spoke a few words, and agreed decisively.

This condition also maximizes the other party's concessions. They can't tell the monks behind them.

On less favourable terms, each of the six returned to the camp and arranged it.

Han Li has left his original seat and hid in a team of monks. Bet again before the war starts. He didn't want to be noticed by a high-ranking magistrate across the street.

And the conversation with the three great gods of Mulan and others just now came to Yangshang, with the powerful knowledge of Han Li, naturally heard clearly.

As a result, after Han Li's mouth smiled lightly, some of the brothers who had been pushed out were lifted by the magician, and then flew across the street full of surprises.

However, it is clear that there are already arrangements in place for the Yangtze.

They did not wait for the brothers to fly into the army, hundreds of brothers had already greeted them, and the rescued brothers were scrutinized to make sure that there was no debauchery in them and that they had not moved any hands or feet before they were reassured to enter the brotherhood.

“These Tianan guys are really careful. Fortunately, these monks were not given ‘Lost Heart Dan’ in the first place, otherwise it would have been difficult to get through this level.” Shorty Bi saw the scene far away and snorted in disgust.

“Of course it is! The three great brothers of Tianan are not easy generations. These little tricks, they're still not good. Hit the snake seven inches! Otherwise, it would be awkward.” The middle name, Confucian, concurred.

The skinny old man heard, with no expression on his face. He just touched a handful of goatbeards and stared at the army of monks across the street.

Under the watchful eye of Han Li, a group of brothers and magistrates each flew out of the camp, and then split the position between the two armies into ten places and began to arrange a legal formation.

These people, all of them matriarchs of the Master Master Master of Formation, are not deviant, although the restraining barrier matrix to be arranged is abnormal. Therefore, it is natural to see what the other party is doing with the formation of these people.

Typically, this prohibition takes a long time, but so many magicians strike at the same time, with all kinds of precious materials and some well-trained array flag assistance, and in just a moment, ten small arrays of white light are shaped.

Thereafter, the magicians of the two parties jointly initiated the law array, and ten white masks covering seventy or eighty lengths appeared between the two arrays.

After re-examinating them, the matrix magicians withdrew after finding that there was no problem. Instead, ten knotted monks and rabbis walked up at the same time.

It is precisely each monk and one magistrate who together oversees the operation of a legal formation.

One of them, Brother Tianan, is the Song woman of the Luoyun Sect. She walked in white to the penultimate front of the Law Formation.

Seeing this scene, Han Li's face showed no unexpected appearance.

When this woman gets to the front of the law front, that means he's going to the law front to fight. After all, only the disciple of his sect can reassure these war geeks.

Otherwise, in the unlikely event that a Pastor is a hostile disciple, he will not do anything to save him or his heart in case of danger. This is bad luck.

Therefore, the appearance of the Song woman was initiated by Han Li. After all, he doesn't know much about the other disciples of Fallen Cloud Sect.

The Great Formation has been completed, and naturally it is the two gambling fighters who come together.

In the opposite magician camp, the first ten men flew out of the black robe cover, who had a gloomy and amazing demon.

“Demon Hugh! ”

Han Li's pupils shrunk and whispered. But his body flashed blue and turned into a rainbow, which flew out of the Brotherhood camp.

Nine other yuan old monsters did the same thing to him. Most of them have been seen by Han Li, only two or three of whom face strangers.

The true soul crusher, the old cloud demon, and the white woman are among them.

These men slowly stopped in the air before they flew into the formation they had identified.

As soon as Han Li reached the top of the mask, he nodded at the Song woman who manipulated the Falun Front below, then looked calmly at the black robe man across the street.

“Kind of weird! Why is the magic so violent? Did you take a hegemonic pill like Sha Wan beforehand?” Han Li did not move his voice on the surface, but he thought to himself.

If that were the case, he wouldn't be afraid of anything.

The black robe on the opposite side has an average body, but his eyes gleam green and his eyes stare at Han Li without blinking.

Although it is impossible to see each other's faces clearly, it is true that Yuan Baby Brothers are not fake, they have been cultivated to be the peak of Yuan Baby's early years and have not yet advanced to the middle stage.

After watching it, Han glanced down, obliquely ignoring several other nearby black robe magic repairs, all appeared to be similar to his opponents. Even if there are differences, they are not significant.

Han Li's heart moved and his vigilance rose.

Looks like there's something really wrong with this game. None of these magic monks have a Yuan Baby Mid-Term Monk! But it doesn't matter, as soon as the other party uses the magic trick, he immediately applies the evil thunder to destroy the other party instantly. The other party just doesn't have any more tricks to do.

Han Li turned his eyes and his heart was slain.

At this point, the black robe monk across the street suddenly grabbed a storage bag from the waist and looked at Han with no feelings.

Han Li smiled slightly and also removed a storage bag filled with gambling materials.

The ingredients in the bag, but the four major forces of Tianan came together. The great value is that Han Li saw it, there are also a few red eyes.

The black robe man across the street lifted his hand and threw the bag directly at him.

Han Li's eyes narrowed and threw out the storage bag in his hand, exchanging them with each other.

The material in the other storage bag, there were no many materials in his storage bag, but if it is rare value, it still wins. That's similar to what they said in their challenge book. There's nothing wrong with that.

Han Li nodded and did not return the material, leaving the storage bag directly between his waist.

The black robe man across the street did the same thing.

The following Song woman and the opposite magician saw this, while chanting a spell in her mouth, her hands kept pinching.

There was a law that struck the battle, and the white mask flashed a few times before vanishing into sight.

Han Li and the Black Robe moved almost equally quickly, and after shaking their shapes, they appeared in the Falun Front simultaneously.

This gave them both a somewhat unexpected glance at each other.

And the white walls reappeared, isolating them from everything outside.

And the other monks and black robes, a pair, went into the mask as well.

At one point, the monks and magicians watching the war in the distance were silent, everyone held their breath, and some nervously looked at some blurred ten-person shadows in the mask.

After entering the mask, Han Li no longer cared about the battles of the others, but looked calmly at the black robe man across the street, his figure motionless. But the blue light flowed, and the flying swords in the body trembled on their own, allowing them to fly away from their wounded enemies at all times.

Of course, in the face of the sharpest Fabao of magic repair, the Evil Spirit Thunder has already assembled into a fist-sized golden light ball. At Han Lidantian, it can be held by the laughing hands of its former babies, ready to make a rock breaking astonishment. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)