In the Lingshi Mine Canyon, at the northeast corner.
Many miners gathered in a group, which was quite lively. The miners who were familiar with the rules of the game were talking about it.
A young miner said to the familiar middle-aged man beside him.
"Brother... you play with me, although there is no guarantee that you can win, but I have always been very lucky... last time..." he lost his voice and used
Divine consciousness transmission.
After all, if wealth is not revealed, the world of immortality is still very dangerous.
After the exchange, the middle-aged man said excitedly.
"Okay... If you win the spirit stone this time, I'll treat you to a restaurant!"
"I have rich experience and my predictions are very accurate. How about we buy it together?" Another monk who looked like an old man said with a smile to the miner beside him.
"Forget it...I'm here to see the excitement...there's no...no spiritual stone!"
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After Fatty Sang looked around, he saw that the atmosphere was already lively, so he stopped delaying.
"Fellow Taoists, please be quiet for a moment. In order to take care of the new Taoist friends and prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters, we should put the villain first and then the gentleman, and announce the rules.
The gameplay is very simple, that is, whichever pattern the pointer stops on, the lieutenant general's pattern is marked with four times and twenty times, but the spiritual stone bet must be at least one spiritual stone.
Everyone, before placing bets, needs to use mana to mark the spirit stone to avoid disputes..."
This is the result of his many years of experience, in order to avoid frequent accidents and delays.
Otherwise, delaying time will delay him from earning spiritual stones.
"Give way...it's about to begin!" Fatty Sang shouted to the monk in front of him.
Veteran players, immediately retreat a large distance.
"Get out of the way quickly... Don't delay me in earning spiritual stones!" the old player shouted to the miners who were still standing there without moving.
"Yeah...move aside quickly!"
in a blink.
There was a huge gap in front of Fatty Sang.
When Cheng Buzheng saw that the game had officially started, he couldn't help but focus on Fatty Sang.
Of course he knew that this was a hugely profitable deal, but it was a pity that he didn't have the strength to intervene, and he felt quite envious in his heart.
"It would be great to have an uncle who is in the foundation-building stage!...Have a big thigh to hug you..."
Not only is it a backer...but it is also a guarantee of credibility. Otherwise...a nameless little monk, who would pay attention to you?
If a rich collection of spiritual stones is exposed and their lives are in danger, I believe those uncles will definitely not mind putting the spiritual stones into their storage bags!
Without sufficient strength, exposing wealth is like a waiter taking meat and showing it off in front of a pack of hungry wolves, seeking death."
In the blink of an eye, many thoughts flashed through Cheng Buzheng's mind.
I saw Fatty Sang patting the storage bag, and a roll of animal skin appeared at his feet.
Then, Fatty Sang waved his sleeves, and a roll of animal skin was completely spread out on the ground, nearly one foot long and one foot wide.
There are eight patterns on the animal skin, which are exactly the same as the eight patterns on the roulette wheel, but the patterns are not composed of spiritual patterns.
Four, four times the number of the spiritual beasts are arranged in a row, and four, twenty times the number of the mythical beasts are arranged in a row.
The top of the dragon corresponds to the green dragon, the top to the true spirit tiger corresponds to the white tiger, the top to the vermillion bird corresponds to the phoenix, and the top to the black turtle corresponds to the basalt. These eight patterns occupy most of the area of the animal skin.
Fatty Sang patted his big belly, waved his sleeves, and placed the mythical beast roulette on the free space of the animal skin.
Fatty Sang didn't waste any time. A burst of mana popped up from his fingertips and was injected into the pointer. Then he showed a warm smile and said.
"Next, it's time for everyone to place their bets. After a quarter of an hour, the mythical beast roulette will start! Don't forget that before placing your bets, the spirit stone will leave a mana mark.
Otherwise, I will not be responsible for any disputes caused!"
Fatty Sang reminded him again, causing disputes would waste too much time and also delay him from earning spiritual stones!
"I have already injected all the spiritual stones into the mark, and I am just waiting for a big battle!"
"Are you planning to give all the spiritual stones to Boss Sang?"
"That's right...that makes sense!"
"Ha...ha, I'm playing Qinglong, is there anyone who wants to play with me?"
"That's not safe. It's better to bring a spiritual beast with four times the power!"
"That time, the investment in Lingshi was huge!"
"I will fish for the white tiger alone. Each time I get one spiritual stone, I will get twenty spiritual stones." He said, and actually put a spiritual stone into the white tiger pattern area.
"You are so courageous!... I'd better be on the safe side... one big and one small!"
"You are wrong. Either take the risk of fishing alone...or go for three small ones and leave one empty. This is safer!" A veteran monk immediately retorted.
"Xiaolou... come with me, I'm very lucky!"
"I discovered the rules of the roulette wheel. There is a high chance that I can win the spirit stone. If I win, you must treat me to a good meal!"
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As time goes by, a large number of spiritual stones accumulate on each of the eight patterns on the animal skin. The four spiritual beast patterns have the most spiritual stones, while the four divine beast patterns have very few spiritual stones.
When Cheng Bu Zheng saw so many spiritual stones, he drooled with envy in his heart.
He knew that so many spirit stones were definitely not something that a monk in the Qi training stage could handle, and most of them must have been taken away by his uncle, but even a fraction of them were enough for Fatty Sang to use for his training.
A quarter of an hour later.
Fatty Sang's eyes fell on the spirit stone on the animal skin, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he spoke slowly.
"A quarter of an hour is up, stop betting!" As he spoke, he waved his sleeves with a layer of transparent mana, covering the eight patterns.
At the same time, Fatty Sang kept making spells with his hands.
"Hey...I haven't decided yet, which one I want to play!"
"Yes! Time flies so fast."
"In the next round, you must place your bet in time, otherwise you will regret it if you win!"
At this time, Fatty Sang finished playing the magic formula, and the pointer in the middle of the divine beast roulette wheel started to move.
Every time the pointer passes a pattern, the pattern lights up slightly. The pointer either speeds up or slows down suddenly. When the pointer passes by, the faint light on the pattern goes out.
The pointer suddenly moved faster and slower, causing the emotions of many miners present to fluctuate back and forth.
Especially when the pointer is about to stop, the miners present have their eyes fixed on the roulette wheel, whether they are sad or happy, their various emotions have reached their peak.
When the pointer completely stopped on the black turtle pattern.
The scene suddenly became very lively, but no one dared to cause trouble for Fatty Sang.
"If I had known earlier, I would have done it! It would have been a month's work in vain."
"The four small ones have beaten the three, but they haven't beaten the Xuan Turtle. Is this such a back-up?"
"Hey... fishing alone failed!"
Where there is sadness, there is joy.
"I'm just saying, I'm so lucky! Do you think this is a win?"