Thunder Sword God Emperor

Chapter 616 Keep Betting!
The fat monk looked at the crowd with disdain, and shook his head: "A group of ordinary people, this poor monk has a fairy spirit, let you smell it, even if you can't live forever, it can prolong your life! Not only are you not grateful, but you are also here Frame the poor monk!"

"Damn it! It's still prolonging my life. If I'm smoked again, I'll probably explain it here! This smelly monk is so worthless!" Someone said bitterly.

The fat monk ignored the man, walked to the window, and muttered as he walked: "A bunch of ordinary people, with no knowledge, the poor monk is not a thing, but a fairy!"

Although the voice was very small, everyone heard his words, and everyone looked contemptuous.

"Amitabha, the poor monk places a bet, and the god of the pit wins!"

The fat monk walked to the window, scratched his head with his dirty fingers a few times, then took off his dirty boot on his right foot, threw it on the table, and said loudly.

what?
Everyone immediately retreated a foot away, and the manager of the Lotte Square was directly caught by the stench and stepped back a foot, holding his nose and saying: "Smelly monk, you bet as long as you place your bet, but you fucking throw a bet What does it mean that the stinky shoes come out, don't take them away quickly, don't pollute my place!"

"Amitabha, this is your fault. Poor monk, these are not ordinary boots. Take a closer look, they are made of the best silk from heaven. They are invulnerable to water and fire. They are priceless treasures. That doesn't affect its value!"

The fat monk curled his lips and said contemptuously to the steward.

Priceless?

Will this stinky shoe be priceless?
Still got a little dust?This is clearly the garbage that was fished out of the cesspit!

Almost no one on the field believed it. However, the steward was experienced after all. He resisted the foul smell and carefully identified the dirty boot a few times with his spiritual sense. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Just like what the fat monk said, these are boots woven from top-grade silkworms. They are priceless treasures. At least in the Yuan Dynasty, it was difficult to find a second pair. At least they are comparable to top-grade spiritual weapons.

Soon, the steward took out an ordinary Qiankun ring, rolled up his spiritual consciousness, and put the boots in it.

However, the stench in the air is still there, it just faded a bit.

"Stinky monk, if you want to mortgage, you can also put the other shoe on it?" The steward stood in the distance and shouted at the fat monk.

"Amitabha, one poor monk is enough!" The fat monk said with his right hand.

The steward was in a hurry when he heard the words. Although these shoes are smelly, they are indeed good things, as long as they are washed well.

However, it is not perfect without one, so he shouted loudly: "Smelly monk, one will not work, it is worthless! We will not bet!"

Although he said so, he didn't mean to pay back the past at all.

"What? Amitabha, you are so useless, you must have seen the value of my treasure!" The fat monk said angrily, blowing his beard and staring.

"What? No way?"

"Is that stinky shoe really a treasure?"

"It's a waste of money!"

……

There were discussions among the people around. Looking at the fat monk, although he was covering his nose, his opinion changed a lot.

"Forget it! The poor monk is a monk, so he doesn't care about ordinary people like you!"

The fat monk said angrily. After finishing speaking, he took off his other boot and threw it towards the steward.

Another stench began to permeate the air, and the steward hurriedly avoided it.

However, no matter how he dodged, the boot seemed to have a sense of wisdom, and flew towards him, and the opening of the boot fell right on his mouth.

"vomit!"

Almost everyone on the field started to retch, and the steward directly put the boots into the Qiankun Ring, then ran to the vent, took a big gulp of fresh air, took out a few bottles of clean water, and kept washing his hands. Fan.

After ten breaths, he came to the window and stared angrily at the fat monk without speaking, as if it was the calm before the eruption of the volcano.

But the fat monk didn't seem to notice, he picked his dirty fingers in his nostrils, and then took out a wine gourd and took a big gulp of wine.

"Damn it, you stinky monk, I'll curse you to death!"

This time, the steward finally exploded, pointing at the fat monk and yelling at him.

But the fat monk ignored him, and just muttered in a low voice: "It's so uneducated, how can I be your father, to be so rebellious and sinful!"

The steward vented his breath for more than ten breaths before he stopped, looked at the fat monk, and said coldly: "A pair of stinky boots, worth a hundred low-grade spirit crystals!"

Everyone was shocked, this was an aboveboard revenge, it couldn't be more obvious.

The fat monk heard the words and said angrily: "You are avenging your own personal revenge. My shoes are priceless treasures. You said that they are only worth a hundred low-grade spirit crystals. If I offer one hundred thousand spirit crystals, you can buy me a few hundred pairs." ?”

The steward blushed when he heard the words, and immediately felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't mean to change his words: "I tell you smelly monk, I only allowed you to mortgage for the sake of you being a guest, don't be ignorant!"

Hearing this, the fat monk glared angrily, pointed at the steward and yelled angrily: "Amitabha, you, a little steward, dare to be so rude, you should be polite when you see the poor monk!"

When these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Soon, someone sent a voice transmission to the steward, telling him that what the fat monk said was true.

Hearing this, the steward's face changed greatly, but he didn't mean to apologize to the fat monk, but just took out a jade card, and his spiritual consciousness moved a few times: "A pair of silk boots, worth 500 million low-grade spirit crystals!"

At this time, the fat monk didn't say anything. Although his boots were far more than this price, he didn't want to say anything more if he could win this level.

"Who are you betting on?" The steward cast a blank look at the fat monk and said coldly.

"The poor monk beckons the god of the pit!" The fat monk took a sip of his wine and hiccupped before he said slowly.

"Who?" The steward was taken aback, not knowing why.

"The pit god! It's just seeking defeat!" The fat monk curled his lips and said nonchalantly.

The steward was taken aback for a second, and then showed joy, secretly smiling in his heart.

Now, Dugu Qiubai is facing Lishen!How is it possible to win?

This smelly monk is about to lose the bet, in other words, this treasure is about to belong to him!
The steward activated his spiritual sense again, engraved a few times on the jade tablet, and threw it directly at the monk.

The fat monk took the jade token, laughed, and strode towards the arena, saying, "Amitabha! It's time!"

……

As soon as Lishen came to the stage, he didn't speak, but looked at Tang Chen, his sharp knife-like eyes seemed to see through Tang Chen.

Tang Chen didn't care, but was a little surprised when he saw the tall figure of the other party.

The height of Zhang Er is already considered very tall among human beings, and can be called a giant.

And Lishen really felt this way, the exuberant energy and blood, the tyrannical aura, and the curled up muscles seemed to burst.

(End of this chapter)