City Invincible Medical Saint

"Betting on Thousand Hands, I don't think that great monk is interesting." A thin man squatted in the corner with messy hair and said disapprovingly.

"That's because the great monk likes to recite Buddhist scriptures to you the most." The skinny man grinned and gloated: "Who gave you, a little lunatic, the best understanding of Buddhist scriptures."

While Gambling Qianshou was bickering with the little lunatic, there were several people standing or sitting in the room.

They were an old man with white hair. He had an old face and no expression on his face. His eyes were extremely deep and could not be seen to the bottom. He sat there like a cold stone sculpture.

Everyone in the room was relatively far away from the white-haired old man, and seemed to be extremely jealous and afraid of him.

There are three other people, one is a sturdy middle-aged woman, wearing a big blouse, like an ordinary aunt that can be seen everywhere on the street; the other is a teenage girl, with fair skin, very delicate and beautiful facial features, as beautiful as porcelain doll.

The last one was a middle-aged man with a big belly, his hands folded in his sleeves, and a philistine smile on his face. He looked like a cunning businessman.

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At this time, the door suddenly opened, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

Then a man named Mr. Tu broke in and said carelessly: "You guys don't even call me during meetings! Don't forget, I am also one of the top ten villains in Devil's Valley."

Gambler Qianshou and Little Madman who were arguing in the room shut up, and everyone else looked at him.

However, no one spoke, and then they all looked at the white old man in the center.

"Tu Renlun, since you are here, stop talking nonsense and sit down!" The white-haired old man's face was like a stone sculpture, without any expression, he said coldly.

Tu Renlun bared his teeth, but actually did not refute, but sat down obediently.

"The third-generation Shenlong of the Shenlong Army sent the Shenlong Manuscript to all the sects and families in the world of cultivation. We have also received it in Devil Valley." The white-haired old man's voice sounded like iron and stone, without a trace of emotion. He took out a letter and put it on the table, and said indifferently.

Tu Renlun grinned disapprovingly, shook his head and said, "Mr. Xue, why are you the Shenlong Army again? During this period, my ears have been calloused by the Shenlong Army and that guy called the Little Miracle Doctor."

"It's the Shenlong Army again. The first generation of Shenlong made a scene in our Devil's Valley and took Duan Teng away." The businessman said with a smile on his face, flexing his hands: "We won't do it again this time. A loss-making business, right?”

"Money-greedy guy, you know money." Tu Renlun said, suddenly thought of something, and said: "Because of Duan Teng's incident, the hypocrite has been sad for a long time. By the way, why didn't he come today?"

Hearing the word "hypocrite", everyone present had strange expressions except for the white-haired old man who was respectfully called Mr. Xue.

At this moment, a figure floated in without making any sound.

The person who came was a man with a handsome face and a majestic appearance. He said with a smile: "I have a grudge against the first-generation dragon to steal my adopted son. How could I not come!"

Although he was talking about hateful things, the man's smile was very gentle, as if he was talking about something interesting.

"Tsk, hypocrite, you have hated the first generation of Shenlong to the bone over the years. I heard that he has recently shown his power in the West. Maybe, you will meet for real soon." That beautiful little girl, who is like a porcelain doll The girl said with a smile: "I don't know if you will win or lose."

The hypocrite's face was full of a humble and warm smile, his eyes were very bright, and he said with a smile: "Chihuahua, you don't need to provoke me. Sooner or later, I will have a battle with the first-generation dragon. Before he really comes back, I am going to give him a Meet and greet."

The other eight people in the room looked at the hypocrite with curious faces.

The hypocrite smiled and said calmly: "Isn't your meeting this time just to discuss the cultivation conference that the Shenlong Army is about to host?"

Everyone present claimed to be the top ten villains of Devil Valley. Although they had different temperaments and styles, they were all extremely smart people.

Listening to the hypocrite's words at this moment, everyone has woken up.

"Tsk, tsk, I bet you will lose this one!" Du Qianshou threw up the dice in his hand, grabbed it in his hand, turned to the money-greedy man and said, "Hey, are you interested in taking a gamble?"

The money-greedy man waved his hands quickly and said with a smile: "Businessmen never gamble."

Gambling Qianshou sneered, shook his head and said: "You know how you can be so carefree and happy guarding that pile of useless money."

"Hypocrite, since you are interested, I will leave this cultivation conference to you."

Xue Lao had always been cold-hearted. Now he said coldly and stood up immediately. His whole body exuded a cold-hearted aura, which made everyone present feel cold in their hearts. They all respectfully sent him away.

After Mr. Xue left, Tu Renlun suddenly thought of what happened at the hotel. He rushed over and grabbed the money-greedy man by the neck. He pulled him away and shouted, "You are a person who has been stabbed a thousand times. I just owe you three." If you dare to mix the wine with water for a month's worth of wine, if you don't tell me clearly today, I will destroy your hotel..."

The little lunatic in the corner grinned innocently, and no movement could be seen from him. His figure had already nimbly dodged out, as if he was watching the excitement of the murderer and the greedy man.

The rest of the top ten villains also left one after another.

The hypocrite turned around and sat down leisurely, looked at the only gambler who stayed, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you leave?"

"Hey, I want to take a gamble with you." Qianshou said with a smile, his eyes full of heat, and the dice in his hand spun quickly, as if he couldn't wait.

"How to bet?" the hypocrite said with a smile.

"I bet you will fail this time, and you won't be able to destroy the cultivation conference." Gambling Qianshou blurted out.

"Why?" The hypocrite asked, still smiling: "Unless you know who the third-generation dragon is, even I can't deal with it."

"I don't know anything." Gambling Qianshou clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I always gamble based on my feelings. Even if I lose everything I gamble, I can't change my temper. It's the same this time."

"Then just wait until you lose your crotch to me!" The hypocrite laughed, a cold arrogance flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

…

The divine dragon's handwriting sent by Li Tianchen was quickly passed on to most of the cultivation sects and families, causing an uproar.

Various cultivation sects, families, and other forces had different reactions to this, but one thing was that this cultivation conference successfully aroused their interest.