A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 242 Shaking the cup is silent!Senior, you lost

Seven shaking cups, circling and flying; 49 dice, jingling.

At that moment, the audience was silent.Among the monks in the three cities, there are casino masters, and they are actually using their own methods to distinguish big and small points.

Dou Tianlu of Forgotten City narrowed his eyes slightly and his ears moved slightly.

However, gradually his brows wrinkled, and the frowns became tighter and tighter.Because, when the seven dice are rolled, it is even more difficult to tell the size, not to mention the number.

call--

In the end, Dou Tianlu let out a breath of foul air.He gave up.This gamble was beyond his ability.Unless, he used his spiritual sense to spy on the shaking cup.

But, that will be discovered right away.No one would do such a foolish thing!
Boom—wow—

But at this time, Zhong Bucheng pressed both hands, and the seven shaking cups landed on the prepared long stone table at the same time.However, the moment they landed, there was no sound at all.

"it is good--"

"Amazing! As expected of the Thousand-Handed Immortal!"

"Senior Zhong, you really are the Gambling Immortal of the Southern Region!"

The dice cup landed and received rave reviews.Especially the many monks in Mengdu City, they are even more advocating.However, the set of living up to the clock is really eye-catching.

Immortal of Thousand Hands Disease, well-deserved reputation!
"Little girl, please report the points." Zhong Buluo straightened his body slightly, stroking his gray goatee, looking very confident.

However, the female cultivator took a slight step forward, walking calmly.

"The first cup: two o'clock, one o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, five o'clock, one o'clock, one o'clock. Small!"

The voice of the ghost shadow announcing the point is naturally pleasant.

The three fair men watched everything, and found nothing wrong with either side.Then, watch He Yunchang wave one hand and open the cup himself.

Two o'clock, one o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, five o'clock, one o'clock, one o'clock.Small!

The points of the seven dice are exactly the same as the points of the ghost newspaper.

wow——

In an instant, the whole audience burst into thunderous applause.

Dou Tianlu couldn't help nodding his head frequently, that female cultivator in purple is so powerful?
But Zhong Bucheng smiled lightly.

Because, guessing one, he was not surprised at all.If you can't even guess the points in a cup, you don't deserve to participate in today's game at all.

And Su Mo's expression was even more indifferent, even a little indifferent.

At this time, the points of the seven shaking cups all appeared in his mind.When the ghost shadow reported the points, Su Mo knew it was all right before opening the cup.

"Second cup: one point, one point, three points, four points, five points, two points, two points. Small!" The ghost reported the points of the second cup.

He Yunchang didn't say much, just waved his hand.

wow——

There was another uproar in the entire arena.Because, it's still a hit.

"The third cup: one point, two points, three points, three points, two points, two points, two points. Small!" The ghost said again, and there were actually three small ones connected.

He Yunchang opened the third cup again.

wow——

This time the voice was even better than just now.

Because, the ghost hit once again.

At that moment, Dou Tianlu was a little dizzy.Because, he absolutely has no such ability.He can listen to two cups of points at most, three cups is absolutely impossible.

The three great monks of Qingfu Mountain, He Yunchang, He Yunxiao, and He Yunsheng couldn't help nodding their heads frequently, and even a hint of surprise flashed in Zhong Bucheng's eyes.

This purple-clothed female cultivator is really amazing!
"Hahaha——" the old ghost in Guidu couldn't stop laughing, triumphantly.

"The fourth cup..."

"The fifth cup..."

"The sixth cup..."

Ghost shadow reported a cup, and He Yunchang opened a cup.Moreover, the speed of both sides is getting faster and faster.The people present no longer cheered.Because, they found that there was nothing to cheer about.

After the opening of the sixth cup, the audience was silent.All six cups were hit without a single mistake.

The people in the entire Sandu and the monks in the Chaos God Southern Territory are a little stupid.

How did the purple-clothed nun do it?At this time, even Zhong Busheng had a serious expression on his face.Because, just now, he himself had misremembered a point.

"The seventh cup!" The purple-clothed ghost paused slightly.

The audience was so quiet that there was only the slightest sound of wind.

"Six o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock! Big!"

Leopard points?

At that moment, Zhong Buyin's cheeks tensed, and his eyes narrowed slightly.But Su Mo nodded and smiled slightly.Both of them knew it was right again.

"open!"

He Yun growled and yelled, and waved his long sleeves.The lid of the seventh cup flew up directly.

wow——

The cultivators, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

Because, seven bright white dice appeared on the stone table in an orderly manner.Each one is six o'clock upwards, bright red like beans.The ghost was right again, and it was not bad at all.

"Hahaha——" the old ghost was the first to laugh, "how is it? Old sick ghost, you have met your opponent!"

The faces of the people in Mengdu City sank slightly.

Of course, it is not yet possible to determine the winner or loser, but the strength displayed by the female cultivator named Guiying seems to be comparable to that of the Thousand Hands Immortal.

Zhong Bucheng's expression was not good. Although he still had a chance, he knew the round just now, but he was shaking the cup, and the initiative was in his hands.

"Senior, is it my turn?" Ghost Shadow asked.

"Hehe! That's right." Zhong Bucheng forced a smile and nodded.He Yunchang also nodded.

Look again, the ghost barely moves.However, seven shaking cups flew up suddenly, and 49 dice fell into the shaking cups as before.

jingle--

Originally, everyone would think that the ghost figure of the purple-clothed female cultivator would be like the Thousand-Handed Immortal, shaking the dice cup and flying up and down, like fairy music.

However, nothing like that happened.

The seven shaking cups just moved up and down three times, left three times, and right three times in the void, the routine was extremely monotonous.And the most important thing is that the shaking cup of the ghost shadow did not make any sound.

Shake the cup silently!

This stunt instantly shocked the audience.Because the vast majority of people who gamble on dice distinguish the rolling of the dice through the sound, and then calculate the size and number of points.

However, the ghost shadow shakes the cup silently, what should I do?
At that moment, Zhong Wushou's expression changed.To be honest, he had never seen such an opponent.

call--

Just a few simple strokes, and then the seven dice cups landed on the stone table, also silently.This time, once again, all the monks present did not dare to happen.

"Senior Zhong, please!" Ghost Shadow said.

"This—" Zhong Bushou was speechless for a moment.Because, he doesn't have any grasp at all.Just now, he only heard the sound of the dice falling into the bell.

And according to the gesture of ghost shadow, he can only judge simply.

"First bell: three o'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock, four o'clock, six o'clock, one o'clock, four o'clock! Great!"

However, Zhong Bucheng is a gambling fairy after all, he pondered for a while, and still gave out the big and small points.

Everyone in the audience is waiting for the cup to be opened.

He Yunchang didn't say much, just waved with one hand.

"open--"

"Three o'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock, four o'clock, six o'clock, one o'clock, five o'clock! Big!"

woo--

There was a sound of surprise and disappointment in the field.

Because, probably, no one thought that it would be a mistake to pay the first cup.Although he guessed the size correctly, he reported a wrong number on the last dice.

hiss--

Dou Tianlu couldn't help but gasped.

Because, he already admired Zhong Busheng very much. If it were him, he might not be right in size, let alone a wrong point.

The moment the cup was opened, Zhong Bao's face paled.He couldn't remember the last time he lost. 2000 years ago, or 3000 years ago?

"Senior, you lost this game!" Ghost Ying said flatly, "Don't guess the other six cups."

The clock is worthless.

At this time, Su Mo smiled faintly and took a step forward.

(End of this chapter)