Grasping Evil

Nobody knows what Ningfan did at Shikou. As Ningfan approached the battle with Bai Fei Teng, a number of elderly masters began to rush to Ghost Sparrow Sect, waiting for this rare masterful confrontation.

Above the outer valley of the Ghost Sparrow Sect, in the sky, floating a purple jade platform of all sides, is the Ghost Sparrow deliberately expensive to establish for this confrontation.

This purple jade empty platform resembles the heavenly departure of the day, which also signifies that after the fall of the heavenly departure, the ghost sparrow section officially became the first demonic sect in Vietnam.

There are elderly masters such as Bai Zhuang, new young masters such as Ningfan, ghost sparrows, such as in the middle of the day.

A ray of light came through the sky. Ling Ling Lao Monster, each walking in the sky, a well-resourced person, or Jindan Lao Monster on the side of the famous shock, traveling in the building boat and grand.

It is the Ghost Sparrow Zone 500 eagle guard, each eagle guard, repaired on the sixth floor of the pulse, the face shows the color of desolation, take the eagle demon beast, fly to the sky, receive a pulse period guests, to the top of the sky jade.

And Eagle Guard Commander, Eagle Yang, is responsible for hosting those who have an identity.

Eagle Yang, a middle-aged man in black armor with a scar on his face, walked in the sky in a three-length silver eagle.

Often as soon as you encounter a flying mastery, you immediately greet them, just expressions and attitudes, but they vary according to the other party's cultivation.

Eagle Yang, the late elder of Ghost Sparrow Sect Fungling Spirit, is also the leader of Eagle Guard, has his own arrogance.

For the master of melting spirit, he is only slightly cold, only the master of gold dan will smile to greet him. The attitude of the eagle is even more respectful to those of the 'top ten Vietnamese' and even more noble ancestral figures.

“Captain Yingyang, it is a pleasure to meet you, Elder of the Lower Purple Light Sect, Song Xing. ”

“So it's a pleasure to meet you, Elder Song...” Eagle Yangpi doesn't smile, because Song Xing, is just a melting middle-aged elder.

“The old man Qingcheng, once scattered, has seen Lord Eagle Yang...”

“Oh? It's Aoyagi Daoyou. Daoyou, come with me to the Purple Jade Station!” Eagle Yang's tone is slightly soothing, because this Qingcheng, an old monster from the early days of Jindan, although scattered, cannot be underestimated.

“The concubine, Mrs. Yunhua, came to the Ghost Sparrow Zong Festival. ”

“Shh! I didn't expect the ladies to come and watch the war. If they are distant, charge them with sin!” The eagle glanced respectfully and occasionally took the heat and scratched and swallowed a sip on Mrs. Yunhua.

Mrs. Yunhua, called Vietnam's most beautiful, although it was only late in melting, it was rare for men to fix it, and it could not move as stone in front of it. And his husband, the famous Fire Cloud Sect Ancestor of Vietnam... beauty with an old monster, is the tradition of the cultivation world, not surprisingly. And their identities, they dare not slacken eagles.

The only thing that makes Hawk wonder is why Lady Tang Yunhua would ride this swaying place of the Ghost Sparrow Sect... you know, the Fire Cloud Ancestors, in fact, are very careful not to allow their own Lady to be spyed on by any man, always forbidding Lady Yunhua from leaving the Fire Cloud Sect.

Now that Mrs. Yunhua is here, it must have been the Fire Cloud ancestors who ordered her to do something important, and no one should know about it, even the top management of the Fire Cloud Sect...

“Psst, why does my husband bother so much... if he gets into unnecessary trouble, the consequences can be expected...”

As soon as Eagle thought of the horrors of the Fire Cloud ancestors, he filled himself with a spiritual spirit and immediately removed his gaze from Mrs. Yunhua.

Time, half a month later than the gambling time, but the owner didn't show up and the guests enjoyed waiting, anyway, the Brothers didn't need a few days, not even enough to close the door.

And so many old geeks gather together, naturally there is no shortage of communication and cultivation. Perhaps many old geeks attend the festivities, for this simple purpose.

“But this old geek came so many times...” The eagle shook Scar's face and sighed. And immediately, there was a slim figure, behind it in the sky, a deserted path.

“This nature! These masters, of course, are here to honor their husbands! ”

This voice, appearing without signs, allowed the eagle to lift his vest cold, immediately turned around, saw the speaker knew, only to relieve the breath. It is extremely dangerous to repair the real world and to be violated behind it. Even in my own territory...

“Eagle Yang, I've seen White John! ”

Eagle's eyes swept over Bai Feitang's body, revealing a little heat.

White reverend's cultivation has improved again. He can conceal his senses and easily invade behind him. I'm afraid it has touched the bottleneck of the late Golden Dan...

“Forgiveness... is Fan here?” Bai Fei Teng's old eyes are faint, and his old breath is in autumn.

“No, no... Elder Ning still seems to be closed...”

“Huh! Guys without manners! Let him wait! ”

White flies frowned, dissatisfied.

He was deliberately half a month late to let Ningfan wait half a month for a gambling appointment, sharpen Ningfan's sharpness. Never thought that this Ningfan shelf was so big that it came out later than himself...

“Yes, yes... Elder Nanning is so rude, how dare you keep White John waiting...”

Eagle laughs, and to Bai Fei Teng, nature says what to do. But that just came out, a more powerful sense of crisis came behind it when it emerged than Bai Fei.

One, not only Eagle Yang, even Bai Fei Teng, showed a slight shock, because even he didn't feel anyone, how and when!

“Oh, Lord Eagle Yang, there seems to be a complaint against Ning...”

A young man in white, black, appeared behind the eagle, without a sign!

With a smile on his face, but with his gaze, Eagle Yangton shuddered and raised an illusion, as if he would die if he had preferred one thought!

“Ning... Elder Ning, the eagle lost his word! Forgive the elders! ”

Afraid! This is Eagle Yang's first close proximity to Ningfan, just to think how terrible Ningfan really is!

It turns out that Ningfan's reputation is not a hollow wind, but a real power exchange!

“Oh, for what sin, Lord Eagle Yang doesn't have to panic... white ‘seniors’, depending on your situation, seems to have just come out, the power does not seem to have recovered to its peak, it seems to take a few days to adjust, seniors Ningfan, in the purple jade platform, waiting for the 'you’ to drive... in your demonic name, I love it. ”

Ningfan slightly arched his hand, his figure shook and he flew away. And the white flies, the face suddenly looks terrible.

How could he not hear, rather in words, cut with irony? Ironically, I'm being disrespectful, and I'm saying bad things behind my back...

“Humph, you can only be arrogant at this moment, when you fight, the old man will make you understand, offend your predecessors what happens!” Bai Fei Teng hates.

At the moment of Ning Fan's appearance, Lady Yunhua, who was lazy to talk to everyone on the jade, frowned and was slightly surprised.

“Is it true, as the husband said, that... then complete the husband's mission? ”

...

“It's a bet, it's a bet, it's a bet...”

Above the purple jade balcony, a beggar-like young man, went wild and gambled.

Above the empty platform, while waiting to watch the war, a number of monks are idle, set up stalls, use useless treasures, Dan medicine, exchange items with others.

But like this beggar gambling, it's the first time.

The young beggar, hairless as a grass, dressed, dirty, but handsome, bearded and masculine.

As soon as I heard this man make a bet, a lot of boring monks came together to see what this man was betting on.

“Bet on it, wager on it, fellow Daoists, quickly pull out your Immortal Jade, fight hard..." The beggar fears that others will not hear it, louder his voice, on the purple Jade empty platform, immediately there are a few old monsters, uncomfortable appearance.

“What is this cultivation, spoil in this crowd...” a late melting old weirdo said.

“In the early days of melting... shall we kill?” Another mediumly-medium magic maneuver.

“Just stay out of trouble, Sparrowland...”

Young beggars do not seem to know how much trouble they have caused by their loud voices and are still indifferent expressions.

A lot of good players got into gambling. Such things as can only be seen in the mortal world are a sort of realization.

“Oh, this Taoist friend, since you're gambling, I don't know what to bet on, how to bet?” A lot of the old weirdos asked.

“Oh, haha, forgot... today I bet here that nature is improvised. Bet on that white... well, White John, fight Nathan Fan, how about that! ”

Hiss!

An old monster, all colorful, this is not known from the early beggar of the melting spirit, how dare you bet on the battle with White Venerable.

And regardless of the odds, if a gambler wins or loses, he may be offended.

Just listen to this person's odds.

An old monster leaned back on his neck and waited for the beggar's text, but the beggar said these and hummed a little song, no more words.

“Cough cough... Daoist, you forgot to say the odds, let me wait how to bet...” a weirdo warned.

“Oh, I forgot, I forgot again... sorry, I don't remember very well, smile, smile... by the way, what's the bet, I forgot...”

“Didn't you set up a battle between Baijong and Elder Ning?” An old geek is unhappy.

“Oops! So, if you'll excuse me... let's put the gambling and odds on the sign so we don't forget...”

A beggar slaps a storage bag, takes out an old wooden plaque, and it says all sorts of bets... it seems that beggars often gamble underground...

He also refers to the knife, the magic moves, cuts off a layer of text on the surface, takes out a pen, dips in mouthwash, without ink, but can write on wooden medals.

“Hiss! This wooden medal, yes, yes... is Ten Thousand Years of Tiananmi! ”

“Oops! This is the ‘Pen of God', but it has no ink writing. The legend is that only the person of the rain house can hold it. What kind of identity is this beggar? Is he the Divine Guardian of the rain house? ”

But the beggar twisted the pen and wrote a few twisted words on the wooden plaque.

Ning Fan Sheng, one to one.

Ning Fanping, one hundred to one.

Fan Fan loses, one to a thousand.

After writing a few lines, the beggar seemed extremely satisfied with his font, nodding his head and putting all the gambling weirdos aside.

Forget it, forget it again... he forgot again, he's setting his own bet.

And the other weirdos, at first sight of the odds of gambling, suck in a breath of cold air.

Hiss!

This vendor, he's not crazy, how can he set such a odds!

Bet on Ning Fan Sheng, bet on a piece of Immortal Jade, win only one piece of Immortal Jade in return.

Ning Fanping, a piece of Immortal Jade, has a chance to get a hundred bucks in return.

If you lose, you'll get a thousand rewards for a piece of Immortal Jade!

Where is this gambling? It's money! After all, everyone is convinced that there is no chance of defeat, not even war level. Bai Fei Teng, the old monster on the side of the Vietnamese earthquake, if he loses to a teenager, he will not live!

Bet you'd rather lose than lose!

Ning Fanping, even if he loses, loses a piece of Immortal Jade, but if Ning Fanping really goes against the balance, or as a white honor, he doesn't want to win, allowing Ning Fanping to end with a tie... this accident cannot be considered, if so, there seems to be a chance to make a big fortune.

As for the bet that Ning Fan wins... there is no such thing as an old man who thinks that Ning Fan will win, and the bet that Ning Fan wins, a piece of Immortal Jade, wins, only wins, loses, there is nothing left, and there is almost a chance of losing... the fool will lose money to Ning Fan...

“My husband bets on Fan Fan's defeat, on 1,000 Immortal Jade! But my husband has a problem... if he wins the bet, he'll get millions of dollars in return. ”

The old weirdo said extremely faintly, but he asked questions, which many old weirdos were concerned about.

This bet, don't offend people, that's the business of the staller, now that there's a chance to make money, the weirdos won't let go.

There are no weirdoes who can be discouraged by a bet that is almost a must win and earns 1,000 times more steadily. Even those who had previously been extremely dissatisfied with beggars' gambling, turned their minds and wanted to gamble.

It's just, a thousand times more likely... that this beggar, how could there be so many Immortal Jade estates...

After listening to the question, the beggar, who was supposed to look at his handwriting, turned back suddenly and showed surprise,

“Oops, sorry, forgot to gamble again... you asked me if I had any money, just kidding, look at my outfit, like no money! ”

His voice rose eight degrees, a little sharp, and an old monster, instantly appeared despicable.

You're dressed as a beggar, apparently without money.

Had it not been for the sight of the beggar, it would have been 10,000 years of Heavenly Nanwood and the pen of God. There is no such thing as an old monster talking to the beggar.

Feeling the despicability of everyone, the beggar seemed extremely dissatisfied, frowned, slapped a storage bag, and took out an old tile basin, of which ten immortal jades were filled.

“This is my home, you say, enough gambling! I'll bet on these! ”

“Ten pixie balls? Are you kidding us?” An old monster reveals a discomfort. Ten pixie balls, you can't bet on a white wolf with empty gloves!

“Are you blind, this is ten Immortal Jades!?” The beggar shows an incomprehensible look.

“That's ten bucks! There's no eleven dollars! ”

“Bullshit! If I'm not poor, I won't be poor enough! Pour me the pot! ”

The beggar revealed an angry colour, pointing at the top of the tile basin, then flipped the tile basin and poured out ten fairy jades... but ten fairy jades left the tile basin, of which there were still ten... poured out ten, ten more, hectares, the ground had been filled with one fairy jade, a total of thousands!

“Who says I don't have money! Look, I'll kill you with my money!” The beggar drank loudly, and the monster present was full of shock.

“Xianbao the Rain Palace, 'Pot Pot'! Who is this man? He has this! ”