Chapter six hundred and ninetieth spirit possession
When Chu He reminded me, Xiaohu observed it carefully. It was true. He looked at his own. The point above was what he cared about the most. The points below were scattered. The little tiger gritted his teeth in anger.
"Aren't you cheating? I said that the one with the least points wins, but we have the same points."
"Lord Xue Shen, don't you know that if the points are the same, it will be more technical. Judging from my sieve, my skills are far more skillful than yours. Do you have to admit this?"
Chu He said lightly, the little tiger was so frustrated. Although his face was covered with tiger hair, Cang He could still feel his face turned red with anger.
"Yes, little tiger, you can't afford to lose. My master has already won, but you still said it was a draw. Aren't you playing a rogue?"
Mo Dun was also slandered and began to mock him. The little tiger glared at him with some anger.
"You know, we compare sieve points, I have never heard of those things!"
What gamblers care about most is winning or losing. The little tiger only wins in his eyes. As for the rules...
"Oh, little tiger, you are proficient in sieve every time, but you even have the same points. You don't know about the competition technology. Don't you really don't know?"
Mo Dun used his attack method very well. Xiao Laohu called himself a sieve master and was invincible in the world. If it was reported, he didn't even know the rules of the sieve competition, that would be so embarrassing.
"Who, who said I don't know, I know this rule personally, so I naturally know it!"
The little tiger began to speak incoherently, Mo Duan sneered.
"Oh, then you said that this is a draw. You obviously don't know the rules, don't you think so?"
As soon as Mo Duan finished speaking, many people nodded subconsciously, especially Ling'er, who kept nodding. As long as it was a favorable thing to Chu He, she would support it by 100 people.
However, the gamblers watching on the side looked at each other, not understanding that there was such a rule on the sieve.
In fact, Chu He didn't know if there was any such rule in the sieve. Even if he didn't, he would make up one, with the purpose of winning. Anyway, the little tiger was too arrogant. Chu He had the upper hand in technique, so he had nothing to say at all.
"Fuck, the reason why I said this is to test Chu He. I see if he is very proficient in the rules of this sieve. I didn't expect that he is indeed a person who is proficient in the rules, so I feel relieved!"
The little tiger took the initiative to retreat for his own sake, but his regression was equivalent to admitting that Chu He won.
All the gamblers below were stunned because since they came here, no one had ever been able to beat Lord Snow God on the sieve.
Chu He's victory brought them hope.
"Since I won, should Lord Xue Shen fulfill his promise? I let my disciple go and give me the Buddhist magic weapon you mentioned!"
Chu He began to ask for the spoils, and Xue Shen's face suddenly looked ugly, because Chu He's two disciples were his last bargaining chips. If he lost all of them, he would not have any threats to Chu He. In other words, Chu He would leave now and he had no choice.
Thinking of this, the little tiger was helpless. The gambler's interest made him cheat, but the arrogance of blood from the depths of his soul made him unable to do such a thing.
"Sir Xue Shen, why are you still standing there? You can't you want to go back on your word?"
Chu He repeatedly pressed with words, and the little tiger felt a big head.
"Okay, okay, I admit that I lost. Your two disciples will give you back, and this magic weapon, the demon-subduing pestle!"
The little tiger is also considered a decent person. He really said that he would let him go.
And a demon-subduing pestle flew out of the treasure house, but this demon-subduing pestle has been stored here for many years. It has long been covered with dust on it, and it looks like a rusty hammer.
Chu He didn't notice it, just because he was covered in mud.
"Sir Xue Shen, why does your demon-subduing pestle look like a rag? You might be reluctant to lose and then just find something to deal with us. I can't tell which thing looks like a magic weapon!"
"Ignorance, my eyes are not easy to use, and I can blame it on my head. Let your cheap disciple use magic power to activate it!"
The little tiger gave Chu He a blank look. It was hard to imagine that a tiger could actually have a look that only humans could have, which made people feel novel.
"Little monk!"
"Junior brother!"
Mo Duan and Chu He went to call the little monk at the same time. The little monk was holding the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and was a little stunned. He didn't think the demon-subduing pestle was like a piece of rag, but when he just touched the demon-subduing pestle with his hand, a powerful existence suddenly broke away from his eyes.
This feeling made him stunned, thinking that it was an illusion. When he heard Chu He and his senior brother shouting, the young monk hurriedly injected his magic power into the demon-subduing pestle.
The moment the magic power came into contact with the demon-subduing pestle, something magical happened. The demon-subduing pestle, which was originally dull and dull, suddenly began to make golden light.
The soil on it was originally started to fall off, and in a moment, the true appearance of the entire demon-subduing pestle appeared in front of everyone.
A golden light shines, made of gold, and there is also a Buddhist six-character mantra printed on it on it. The six-character mantra keeps jumping, as if coming alive.
The entire hall was lit with golden light on its back, and the dazzling light made everyone unable to open their eyes.
"My grass is amazing!"
Mo Duan looked at the demon-subduing pestle in the hand of the little monk. At this time, the little monk looked like a real golden arhat against the backdrop of the demon-subduing pestle, which looked extremely solemn, and felt a sense of convincingness.
Especially those mortal gamblers, who were kneeling on the ground without realizing it, kept reciting the Buddha's blessing.
"But he is a good baby!" Chu He nodded with satisfaction, but as soon as he finished speaking, a black air suddenly burst out from the demon-subduing pestle. The black air rushed towards the little monk's face. The little monk had no time to react, and the black air was swallowed by him.
For a moment, the young monk who was solemn and solemn just now began to become ferocious and terrifying, his eyes had turned into black fog, and his whole body was like an evil god, emitting a terrifying evil aura.
"Sir Xue Shen, this is the case?"
Chu He stared at Xue Shen blankly. This was the legendary Buddhist magic weapon, how could it be like this?
The little tiger obviously didn't expect it, so he could only say it all at once.
"The spirit possesses the body, but the evil spirit is still a fucking evil spirit!"