"Just 30% of your confidence?" Yan Zhexian said it directly without sending a message.

Seeing that the other party did not let go, she became even more angry and thought of Zhang Ruochen on the battlefield of the sky hunting.

Zhang Ruochen touched the place she shouldn't have touched, but she kept trying to chop it off.

A large part of the reason she participated in gambling on the colorful coral tree was that she wanted to use it to deal with Zhang Ruochen and suppress the so-called successor of time and space.

Although the monks in the entire hell world misunderstood that she was pregnant with Zhang Ruochen's child, and even her great-grandfather wanted her to marry Zhang Ruochen, but unfortunately, she would not agree even if she died.

Like Zhang Ruochen, who is romantic, cold-blooded and ruthless, and even his friends, who kill his insidious people, what if they are talented?

She just hates it.

How could you marry yourself?

On the battlefield of hunting the sky, Zhang Ruochen tried everything to save Emperor Yu. In her opinion, it was not because he valued love and righteousness, but because he was completely greedy for Emperor Yu's beauty and could not change his lustful nature.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen didn't know that Yan Zhexian had already passed so many thoughts in his heart, and he said in a voice transmission: "It's not 30% sure, but I'm more than 70% sure now."

Zhang Ruochen's hand was still pressing on her arm. For some reason, Yan Zhexian's resistance decreased a lot, but instead she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

This strange emotion, unknown where it came from, made Yan Zhexian calm down for a while and asked in a voice transmission: "Why are you suddenly more than 70% sure?"

"Because the tomb owner is the Lord of the God of Rehmann and Rong."

"What's the meaning?"

"The Lord of the Killing and Rong is indeed a god with strong cultivation, but he is not proficient in refining weapons, nor is he a cultivator of space and time. Natural treasures like the Colorful Coral Tree are not as strong as they can be sacrificed and refined! If it were the Holy Monk of Sumeru, I would support you and make every bet."

Yan Zhexian said suspiciously: "How did you understand him so clearly when Lord Kurong and Rong existed millions of years ago? Who are you? Why should I believe in you?"

"If you don't believe me, you have to believe in the gods of the Temple of the Dead and the Twelve Squares of the Goddess? If the colorful coral tree is really refined into a weapon, will they send it to the gambling platform?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Zhexian naturally thought of that level, but he was lucky.

Perhaps, the gods in the Temple of the Dead and the Twelve Squares of the Goddess are just not sure and dare not unblock them easily.

Without unblocking, at least hundreds of thousands of divine stones can be sold.

If you lose the bet, you will suffer heavy losses.

The gods of the two major forces dare not bet, but Yan Zhexian wanted to bet.

Seeing that she was still unwilling to give up, Zhang Ruochen said, "I have said that so much, so I won't persuade you anymore. Anyway, I will definitely not get the ten thousand divine stones you pay for!"

The old man Qishou seemed to have heard the transmission of the mental power of Zhang Ruochen and Yan Zhexian, and smiled and said, "Little girl, let's listen to his advice and stop. He is not only a space monk, but also a space controller! His judgment is definitely more accurate than yours."

"Senior, why don't you stop?" Yan Zhexian asked back.

The old man Qishou said: "I am old and have many magical stones, but I am afraid of death, so I have to fight. If I get that chance of 10% or 20% and get the colorful coral tree, I can prolong my life."

Yan Zhexian was extremely confused and admitting defeat without betting is not her personality.

Besides, 150,000 divine stones have been smashed out.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the old man Qishou, with an incomprehensible expression in his eyes. It is obvious that this old guy has seen through his identity. With his shrewdness, it is impossible to bet on the colorful coral tree, and the risk of betting on the colorful coral tree is very high.

Why continue to bet?

It’s really like he said, just a chance to bet on one or two percent? This is not like what the god of gambling said!

Ye Xiao urged: "If you don't raise it again, it means you will automatically give up the raise."

Yan Zhexian grabbed seven black chip cards tightly, his eyes becoming firm, and he was about to throw them onto the gambling platform.

Her hand was caught again.

Yan Zhexian thought it was Zhang Ruochen again. Xiu's eyes widened and was about to get angry, but the voice of Yan Huangtu came from his ears and said, "We won't follow!"

"Fifth Uncle." Yan Zhexiandao.

Yan Huangtu let go of her wrist and scolded: "Nonsense! You are too brave and dare to play against the famous God of Gambling. These 150,000 divine stones are just regarded as a lesson."

In the view of Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian bets with the god of gambling is like a child fighting with the great saint. There is no difference between giving money and losing.

Being able to stop losses in time is the best ending.

There were four powerful men from the Yan Luo clan who came with Yan Huangtu, all of whom were above the Qianwen Realm. They were wearing talisman clothes and had a strong aura, which was obviously of great origin.

Yan Huangtu looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for stopping her. No matter what the winning or losing, I will make you a friend. The ten thousand divine stones she promised will still be paid to you. I wonder what you call me?"

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu was interested in his strength and wanted to make friends or subdue him. In short, he had a bit of the emperor's demeanor.

"The Emperor of Slaughtering the Heaven and Earth." Zhang Ruochen returned with a fist.

Yan Huangtu thought the name sounded familiar, but he forgot to hear it somewhere.

This person has a profound cultivation level and is proficient in the way of space. It is normal to hear his name.

After going back, slowly check his origin.

While Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu were greeting each other, the betting platform was a shocking battle. In just a few rounds, the chips thrown by the Seven-Handed Old Man and the Black-veil monk had increased to more than 500,000 divine stones, which made the monks present dumbfounded.

After all, some gods cannot produce so many divine stones.
Chapter completed!