Mortal Seeking Immortal

Wu Yong stood next to Ye Zhou and stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Ye Zhou found that Wu Yong's spiritual power had increased a lot compared to a few days ago. It was not comparable to that of a monk who had just successfully built the foundation. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Wu Yong. It aroused curiosity.

As soon as Wu Yong landed, his little eyes looked around.

When he saw a group of people gathered together, seemingly placing bets, Wu Yong suddenly became interested.

I saw him carrying the big iron pot on his back, and with a flexible posture that was extremely inconsistent with his huge body, he accurately plunged into the crowd, overcame all difficulties, and ignored the mouthfuls of the surrounding disciples who were squeezed aside by him. Full of complaints, he successfully squeezed his way to the table.

The disciple who organized this gambling game shouted to attract disciples to place bets, and at the same time registered the information of the disciples who placed bets: "Come on, come on, place your bets as soon as possible!"

"The time to set off is coming soon. Brothers and sisters who haven't placed a bet yet, don't hesitate! If you hesitate, you will lose! If you are decisive, you will get the spirit stone for free!"

Looking at the mountains of spiritual stones piled up on the table, Wu Yong's little eyes shone with blazing light. He rubbed his fat hands excitedly, as if he saw a lot of spiritual stones about to pour into his storage bag.

The inner disciple in charge of the gambling game saw that most of the wooden table was blocked by Wu Yong's fat body, and the other disciples could not get close to the table. He frowned and looked up at Wu Yong with some dissatisfaction.

When I saw Wu Yong wearing the clothes of an outer disciple and carrying a heavy black pot on his back, I thought Wu Yong was a Logistics Hall disciple who was caught temporarily by the sect to make up the numbers. This kind of person usually has no background, so he immediately stopped worrying about anything. , said sternly: "Junior brother, do you want to place a bet?"

"If you don't want to place a bet, get out of the way and don't block other senior brothers from placing bets!"

Wu Yong naturally refused to let go of such a good opportunity to make a fortune. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Of course I have to place a bet. Junior brother, I just came here and I don't know the rules of your betting yet. Senior brother, can you explain it to me?"

When the inner disciple saw Wu Yong's attitude of never getting out of the way unless he placed a bet, he pointed at the table impatiently and said, "We are all in a small gambling game, and there are no rules."

"This bet is about whether Senior Brother Zhao Han from the insect control lineage or Senior Brother Xu Yan from the beast control lineage will win the first place in this trip to the secret realm. Junior Brother, if you choose well, you will bet the spirit stone on it. Just one side of their name.”

"I have something to say first. The gambling games of our inner disciples are not as good as those of you outer disciples. The bets usually start from five middle-grade spiritual stones."

"Junior brother looks like this. You can't save a few spirit stones even if you live frugally for a year. I advise you not to get involved in our gambling, lest the spirit stones you have worked hard to save for many years will be wasted. ”

As soon as the inner disciple finished speaking, he heard disciples around him shouting: "Zhao Si, I guess he has never even heard of the names of Senior Brother Zhao Han and Senior Brother Xu Yan. If you ask him to place a bet, aren't you doing him harm? ?”

The inner disciple named Zhao Si scratched his neck, rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't force him to place a bet!"

At this time, several inner disciples who looked kind-hearted tried to persuade Wu Yong not to place bets, but Wu Yong ignored them and looked at Zhao Sida with a smile: "This senior brother can only bet on these two senior brothers. No other choice?"

Zhao Si looked at Wu Yong and mocked: "What? If I can't kill these two senior brothers, why can't I kill you?"

As soon as Zhao Si said these words, the surrounding disciples burst into laughter, but Wu Yong was not shy or annoyed, and still looked at Zhao Si with a smile.

Zhao Si continued: "I have been in the sect for so many years, and I have never heard of any foundation-building disciples who can match the strength of these two senior brothers!"

"What's more, the master of these two senior brothers, in order for them to successfully win the top three this time, sent them a lot of helpers from the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Realm. Can ordinary disciples compare with them?"

After Zhao Si finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Zhao Han and Xu Yan, as if to indicate to Wu Yong to see clearly the strength of the two of them.

Wu Yong said: "I'm not doubting the strength of these two senior brothers, but everything is inevitable. The bet you set is unreasonable. What if these two senior brothers don't win the first place? How should this be calculated? "

As soon as Wu Yong finished speaking, everyone who was laughing just now began to think about it. Although Wu Yong said that the possibility was very low, it did not mean that it was impossible.

Although Zhao Si was quite impatient with Wu Yong, he had to admit that Wu Yong's words made sense and said: "Okay, then I will add one more."

Having said that, Zhao Si took out another small table from the storage bag, placed it side by side with the previous wooden table and said: "If any disciples present feel that there is someone else who takes the first place in this trip to the secret realm, Just place your bets on this table.”

After Zhao Si finished speaking, he looked at Wu Yong and said, "Are you satisfied now, can you place a bet?"

Wu Yong nodded repeatedly and said: "Satisfied, satisfied. Junior brother, I am new here. I am not very familiar with the situation of the senior brothers in the sect. Moreover, I am short of money. This time I will just play for fun and buy some spiritual stones casually to avoid losing money." ”

After Zhao Si heard this, he thought that was indeed the case. Wu Yong did not have many spiritual stones on his body as he thought.

But now he just wanted to send Wu Yong away quickly, so as not to delay others from placing bets, so he said in a very perfunctory tone: "Then this junior brother can bet casually."

Wu Yong nodded, and immediately with some heartache, he took out a bulging bag as big as a watermelon from the storage bag and placed it on the small table beside him. He politely said to Zhao Si: "Thank you, senior brother, I'll take it first this time." That’s a lot.”

Zhao Si naturally didn't think that an outer disciple like Wu Yong could take out so many middle-grade spirit stones. He thought that the bag was filled with low-grade spirit stones, so he opened the bag casually and checked the spirit stones inside.

But unexpectedly, the moment he opened the bag, Zhao Si was stunned. The bag was filled with all middle-grade spirit stones!

Zhao Si roughly estimated that there were at least hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones in the bag, and he looked at Wu Yong in surprise.

When did the outer disciples of the Logistics Hall become so generous? You know, this number of spirit stones is probably something that many inner disciples in the sect can't take out.

Zhao Si immediately had the idea of ​​changing from an inner disciple to an outer disciple and working in the Logistics Hall, but he didn't know if the Logistics Hall would accept him.

Wu Yong saw Zhao Si was stunned, and rubbed his hands nervously and said: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong? But I don't have enough spirit stones, so I'm not qualified to participate in your gambling?"

The disciples around him were silent, and looked at Wu Yong with complicated eyes.

If Wu Yong is not qualified, then there are so many people present, I'm afraid few of them are qualified to bet.

Zhao Si seemed to be awakened by Wu Yong's words, and he held the bag full of spirit stones tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that Wu Yong would regret it, and nodded hurriedly: "Brother, what are you talking about? I am naturally qualified to bet. Brother, I will register for you now, please wait for a while."

Zhao Si's attitude towards Wu Yong was not as perfunctory as before, and he seemed much more attentive.