Chapter 1227 Gambling Is Risky, Bet Carefully

"Everyone, I will preside over the gambling."

Old Monster Song stood up and bowed to the surroundings, "Let's bet on the first round first, and then bet... Who can reach Jianmu first, how about it?"

"Can!"

All the seniors nodded their heads.

"Hehe, since everyone has such a taste, let's enjoy the grand event together!"

Song Tian, ​​the patriarch of the Song family, waved his hand, a stream of light flashed, and a huge light curtain appeared in front of everyone.

On the light curtain, the situation near Jianmu was clearly visible.

A young monk named Flying Dun quickly flew in the direction of Jian Mu. The monks of various sects, including Wang Tengfei, Li Fugui, and Meng Hao, all appeared in the light curtain.

"Everyone, the Jianmu spirit map was made by a senior expert. To reach Jianmu, it is not only about flying fast."

Old Monster Song pointed at the figures on the light screen and said with a smile, "I don't know everyone, who wins the bet?"

"Of course it's my own child!"

The leader of the Wang family put down the wine bottle, laughed, and pointed at Wang Tengfei.

"We also bet on our own children!"

Gambling games are nothing more than a game to these masters of the Nascent Soul realm. Regardless of winning or losing, the sect must not lose face.

You can't beat the disciples of other sects in the first round of gambling!

Even the golden-armored man of the Jin Hanzong clearly knew that the fat little Li Fugui had no chance of winning, so he placed his bet on Li Fugui.

"You all bet on your own children, but I don't have any of my own children to bet on, so I can only choose one of your disciples. You can't blame me for that!"

It is naturally impossible for the Song family to participate in the Song family's son-in-law conference. Old Monster Song smiled, and raised his eyes to search on the light curtain.

"Who should I choose?"

Thousands of young monks are driving the Flying Light, but Old Freak Song doesn't have the ability to see who can get the first place.

"jingle."

When Old Monster Song kept searching in the light curtain and saw Meng Hao, he suddenly heard a slight chime.

"Huh? The Zijin bell rang? Why did the Zijin bell ring once when I saw this kid? Is there anything weird about this kid?"

Song's heart moved, and he raised his hand suddenly, pointing at Meng Hao, "I bet on him!"

"This boy..."

Seeing Old Monster Song pointing at Meng Hao, the Nascent Soul cultivators who were the leaders of each sect were a little surprised.

"Hehe, although this young man came with me from Yijianzong, he is not a disciple of my sect, but a relative or friend of a true disciple of our sect."

Cultivator Yuanying, the leader of One Sword Sect, looked at Old Monster Song and pointed at Meng Hao, smiled and shook his head, "Brother Song, I'm afraid I'm going to lose this time!"

"Hehe, it's just a game. Let everyone laugh at Bozhong."

Old Monster Song waved his hand and released a jade pill bottle, "This is the Sifang Pill made by my Song family. It contains heaven, earth and four directions, which is very helpful for understanding the power of space. I will use this pill as a note."

"Song Family's Sifang Pill? Alright, I'll bet!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect, an old woman with silver hair and withered skin, waved out a blood-colored jade pendant, "This is the blood soul talisman refined by the old man, bet on your Sifang Pill."

"Let me also bet on a magic weapon!"

"This is the Jinyuan Sword Pill I refined, I bet with you!"

All masters took out their treasures one after another and began to place bets.

"The bet has been placed, let's wait and see the result!"

Song Laoguai smiled and bowed his hands to everyone, but he muttered in his heart, "When I saw that kid, why did the Zijin Bell ring? What's the trick?"

While everyone was gambling, the monks of various sects who were flying all the way had already approached Jianmu.

"Boom!"

It was as if there was a sound of thunder exploding in my ears, and when it reached within a thousand feet of Jianmu, a huge spiritual pressure enveloped like a mountain top.

"What a heavy Reiatsu!"

After a pause, a group of monks fell to the ground one after another, unable to fly anymore, they could only bear this spiritual pressure, like carrying a mountain on their backs, and move forward step by step with difficulty.

"I must win the first place! I must climb to the top of Jianmu and pick off the pearl."

Wang Tengfei's face was full of madness, and he pumped up his spiritual power, resisting this huge spiritual pressure, and kept moving forward.

When he got up to leave the case and rushed towards Jianmu, he was already desperate!

"Yinglong's inheritance has been robbed! I also failed to obtain the Supreme Spiritual Sutra from the backer sect! Now...even Chu Yuyan is hooking up with others! I have no way out!"

This is Wang Tengfei's last chance!

Because of that series of failures, Wang Tengfei lost to Wang Lihai in the competition for the Daozi of the family! It is impossible for him to get the family's key training!

Only by becoming the son-in-law of the Song family can he have the possibility of rising again!

"Meng Hao! Chu Yuyan! Wang Lihai! You wait!"

Wang Tengfei gritted his teeth, moved frantically, and approached Jianmu step by step.

At this moment... Wang Tengfei suddenly surpassed everyone and became the first person walking in the forefront!

The monks of other sects also dare not lag behind.

Even Li Fugui, the little fat man, led a group of "disciples of the younger generation" and rushed all the way to Jianmu under the spiritual pressure.

The only one who fell to the end was actually Meng Hao!

"What a strong aura!"

Meng Hao didn't care about being number one at all, and he didn't come here to fight for the position of son-in-law of the Song family.

In other people's perception, it was a huge spiritual pressure! But...in Meng Hao's perception, what kind of spiritual pressure is this? This is clearly full of spiritual energy!

Every time he took a step, Meng Hao would stop, carefully, and slowly absorb the extremely rich aura gathered around him.

Meng Hao sucked in the spiritual energy unhurriedly, while the others were desperately moving forward.

An hour later, Wang Tengfei, who was walking in the front, was only ten feet away from Jianmu.

Most of the other monks who followed were within a hundred feet. Only...Meng Hao is still thousands of feet away.

"Huh? Brother Song, it turns out that you sometimes miss it too!"

"Life's disgrace" Wu Dingqiu has been ridiculed by Mr. Song ever since he bought the fake. Seeing this situation now, he quickly seized the opportunity and let out a sulky breath.

"snort!"

Old Freak Song snorted, his face very ugly. As for the other Nascent Soul cultivators, they smiled.

"Could it be that... the sound of the Purple Gold Bell reminded me that this guy is the worst? I misunderstood. Instead, I bet on him? Fortunately, there is only one bottle of Sifang Dan."

Old Freak Song was secretly depressed.

"I can't do it! I can't do it! I can't hold it down anymore!"

The aura near Jianmu seems to be of great benefit to Meng Hao's perfect foundation establishment.

After Meng Hao absorbed Jianmu's spiritual energy, the perfect Dao platform in the sea of ​​qi unexpectedly exploded with a huge suction force, which seemed to sweep away all the Jianmu's spiritual energy.

Meng Hao was afraid of making too much noise, so he firmly suppressed this suction. Now...it's unbearable!

"Boom!"

As if the floodgate had been opened, the surrounding Jianmu spiritual energy frantically gathered like a whirlpool.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure surrounding Jianmu stirred wildly, turning the vicinity of Jianmu into a huge whirlpool.

"ah……"

All the people in front were thrown backwards by this swirling spiritual pressure. Even Wang Tengfei, who was only a few feet away from Jianmu, couldn't help pulling back.

Only Meng Hao, driven by this spiritual force, instantly pushed to the root of Jianmu like an arrow off the string.

"ah?"

The momentary reversal made the people watching the light curtain in the cloud dumbfounded.

"Hahahaha! The old man's eyes are like candles! Old ghost Wu, the old man didn't miss it!"

Old Freak Song laughed loudly, extremely proud.