What is a three-continuous pile?

If you don’t bet off the table, you will win and you will lose.

In other words, if I lose this third game, even if I win the first two games, even if I win more on the periphery, the twenty-one bloody chips placed on the table will always be lost to others.

That's twenty-one stick-like objects on my body!

Of course, when I proposed the three consecutive stakes before, I didn’t dare to say that I would win, at least I was 90% sure.

But that's for ordinary people.

The situation is completely different now - the other party has masters like "Ling Bo".

When I was in Heifeng Villa, I just thought that Ling Bo’s energy soared into the sky was magical and amazing. Now I know that it is exactly what is called “condensing qi into gang”.

That's right, like the black Qiu Fei, Ling Bo's internal skills are at the same level as the "Jianghu Special Skills".

What are the benefits of condensing qi into a gang?

The sword energy is released, the leaves are picked and the flowers are flying, and the objects are taken from the air...

Aerial photography!

To a certain extent, the yellow sand can also take pictures in the air, but the premise is that "small items" and "pre-warming". There is no such restriction on the air shooting in the air that condenses the qi into the air.

As long as the energy is enough, even a few thousand kilograms of copper cauldron can be taken, not to mention gambling tools such as small dice.

This is why, all the martial arts masters are gambling gods.

Then now the question comes again:

Can Ling Bo's air shooting be able to "photograph" the ball man rolling in the stone tray?

"The third game, start." The gambling host started shouting at the top of his voice.

According to convention, I, the winner, will take the lead.

I took a deep breath, lifted the ball and threw it down...

When the sphere was sensed to enter the plate, the entire stone plate suddenly rotated wildly.

I glanced at the stone platform opposite, and saw that Wang Ziyun was relaxed and staring at the stone plate with a smile, as if he was enjoying some kind of scenery.

He is just watching the scenery!

Because my real opponent is Ling Bo next to the stone platform.

At this moment, Ling Bo looked solemn, his arms were leaning beside the stone platform, his big hands bulged with blue veins, and his ten fingers were plucking like a plan.

Although it is invisible to the naked eye, I know that he is constantly entering the internal force of the qi into the stone plate, condensing it into countless transparent small balls, constantly hitting the rolling ball man in the stone plate.

The strength of each transparent ball is very light, but after a series of impacts, the ball finally deviates from its original running trajectory and the rolling speed has slowed down much faster than usual.

When I realized this situation, I felt relieved: internal skills are not immortal techniques after all, and they still have many limitations, especially when I am unwilling to do it too conspicuously...

In other words, there is still a chance!

I was excited and quickly moved the yellow sand storm. My hands seemed to be hanging down unintentionally, but in fact, my palms were slowly emitting an extremely weak energy.

This energy is like a thin line, or a long worm, stretching out crookedly in the air, and it is actually connected to the rolling ball man.

Ling Bo, who had originally squinting his eyes, frowned immediately.

"Bo Ling, is there any problem?" Although Wang Ziyun was just a decoration, he was not a fuel-efficient lamp himself, and he had already seen some signs.

"This kid can actually condense his energy into a stimulus?" Ling Bo's lips squirmed slightly.

"No," Wang Ziyun was stunned. "Even if he was lucky and learned a top-level martial art, he wouldn't be able to practice so quickly."

"I feel that the aura on his body does not look like a top-level martial art." Ling Bo said, "How is it possible... I understand that it is because of the mutual generation of martial arts!"

"The mutual generation of martial arts?" Wang Ziyun said curiously.

"It is precisely, this guy and that guy practice the same kind of martial arts." Ling Bo's eyes showed a sense of enlightenment. "No wonder he has the confidence to win in his heart, because he and the guy can echo each other with martial arts. He only needs to spend a small amount of energy to control the other party's actions."

Although their voices are small, how can I know how to read lips? I naturally take everything into consideration.

That's right, Uncle Ling has revealed the secret of my victory.

My mysterious allies in the casino are the ball guys rolling around in the stone tray right now!

Strictly speaking, not only this player, but also many maids walking around the casino, they are all my allies.

They not only contributed their efforts, but also paid for it - they raised more than a thousand water funds to bet on the periphery. Now that the two games have passed, the bet has reached more than 100,000.

But the one who really contacted me was this ‘ball guy’.

As soon as she saw me, she immediately sensed the yellow sand in my body and immediately communicated with me in the form of qi tracing words.

I was startled at first, but during the communication, I quickly got into trouble.

First of all, they and the underground sand girl are obviously in the same group and belong to a certain secret sect.

Secondly, most of their sects are women, because only women can practice the Yellow Sha Faring Heaven Sect.

Finally... If a man can practice this yellow sand sacred decisiveness, then congratulations, you will be automatically promoted to the "Son of God" of this sect and have a very high status.

So I happily took this congratulations.

At the same time, he won the title of Friends of Women.

Considering that my process of obtaining the Yellow Sand Fighting Heaven Sect was not so harmonious, once they were in contact with the sect, I, a friend of women, would most likely become a public enemy of women.

But this did not prevent me from making a fortune in the casino.

Deduct the dividends given to them and the compensation for the rough-faced man, now there are 80,000 water credits in my account.

This is already the entire property accumulated by a family of three in the Golden City without eating or drinking for a hundred years.

It is conceivable how comfortable I can live in the next few days with these 80,000 water chips.

The premise is that I have to win this game!

If you lose those twenty-one blood chips, then needless to say, I just wipe my neck.

Even if you wipe your neck, you have to ask someone to do it.

Because by then, I had not even left a finger!

The ball man rolled in the stone plate, collided, making an elastic "thump" sound.

The energy I continuously outputted finally reflected its function - no matter how Ling Bo's transparent ball smashed, the ball man was still moving towards the "ten" area in the stone plate as I wish.

This is the wonder of the yellow sand turning the sky.

When I was in an underground cave, I used the yellow sand to turn the sky to lift the sand girl Mu Yunyang in the air. The principle is similar to the opposite sex of the magnet.

Now I am using this repulsive force to control the direction of the ball man.

Of course, relying solely on repulsive force to control the direction of the ball player is an extremely difficult thing. It is similar to playing a billiard ball. You have to carefully calculate various angles, strength, etc.

I don't understand, but the ball understands it.

As a ball (I don’t mean to be disrespectful), she has been in this casino for seven or eight years and has long touched the stone plate more familiar than her body (after all, she can’t touch her spine).

With the guidance of the ball man and the strange effect of the Yellow Sand Fighting Heaven, how could I not win?
Chapter completed!