Chapter 1829： the wicked

"Betting on a thousand hands, I don't think that great monk has any fun." A thin man squatting in the corner with his messy hair said disapprovingly.

"That's because the great monk likes to read Buddhist scriptures to you the most." The skinny man grinned and gloated, "Who makes you a little madman have the most understanding of Buddhist scriptures."

When Qianshou was arguing with the little madman, there were a few people standing or sitting in the room.

They were an old man with white hair, his face was old, his expression was not a trace of expression, his eyes were extremely deep, and he could not see to the bottom. He sat there like a cold stone sculpture.

Everyone in the room was relatively far away from the white-haired old man, and seemed to be extremely jealous and afraid of him.

There are also three other people, a middle-aged woman with a tiger-backed waist, wearing a big gown, like an ordinary aunt on the street; the other is a teenage girl with fair skin and delicate features, as if beautiful Porcelain doll.

And the last one was a middle-aged man with a big belly, with his hands in his sleeves, his face filled with a silly smile, and he looked like a cunning businessman.

Peng!

At this time, the door of the room suddenly slammed open, bringing in a chilly wind.

Seeing the man called Mr. Tu rushing in, he said carelessly: "You guys, don't call me for meetings! Don't forget, Lao Tzu is also one of the ten evil men in Devil Valley."

The arguing Gambler Qianshou and the little madman in the room shut up, and everyone else looked at him.

However, no one spoke, and then they all looked at the white old man in the center.

"Tu Renlun, since you are here, don't talk nonsense, sit down!" The white-haired old man's face was like a stone sculpture, without a trace of expression, he said coldly.

Tu Ren Lun bared his teeth, but he didn't refute, but sat down honestly.

"The third-generation Shenlong of the Shenlong Force issued the Shenlong handwriting to all the sect families in the cultivation world, and we also received any cultivation meeting publicly held." The voice of the white-haired old man was like iron and stone touching, without a trace of emotion. Take out a piece of letter paper and put it on the table, and said indifferently.

Tu Renlun grinned disapprovingly, shaking his head and said: "Old Blood, why are the Shenlong troops again? During this time, my ears were caught by the Shenlong troops and the guy called the little magician, so I can hear calluses."

"It's the Shenlong unit again. The first generation of Shenlong made a fuss in our Devil Valley and took Duan Teng away." The businessman said with a smile on his face and his hands frustrated, "I won't do it again this time." Buy it at a loss?"

"Greek, you guy knows money." Tu Renlun said, suddenly thinking of something, and said: "Because of Duan Teng, the hypocrite has been sad for a long time. By the way, why didn't he come today?"

Hearing the three words hypocrites, everyone present except the white-haired old man who is respected as the blood old man had a strange expression.

At this moment, a figure floated in without a trace of sound.

The visitor was a man with a crown-like face and a handsome face. He smiled and said: "I and the first generation of dragons have a vengeance for adopting children, how can I not come!"

He was talking about hatred, but the man's smile was very gentle, as if he was talking about something funny.

"Tsk tsk, hypocrite, you have hated the first generation of dragons over the years. I heard that he has recently revealed his power in the West. Maybe you will really meet soon." That beautiful, beautiful little girl like a porcelain doll The girl smiled and said, "I don't know if you will win or lose."

The hypocrite’s face was full of courteous and gentle smiles, his eyes were very bright, and he smiled and said: "Chihuahua, you don’t have to provoke me. Sooner or later I will have a battle with the first generation of dragons. Before he really returns, I am going to give him a copy. Meeting ceremony."

The other eight people in the room were curious and looked at the hypocrite.

The hypocrite smiled calmly and said calmly: "This time you are meeting, isn't it about discussing the cultivation meeting to be hosted by the Dragon Forces?"

Everyone present claimed to be the top ten villains of Devil Valley, although they were different in temperament and style, they were all extremely intelligent.

Hearing what the hypocrite said at this moment, everyone was awakened.

"Tsk tusk, I bet you will lose this one!" Thousand hands of the gambler threw the dice in his hand, grabbed it in his hand, turned his head and said to the greedy ghost, "Hey, are you interested in a gamble?"

The greedy ghost hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile, "Businessmen never gamble."

Gambling Thousand Hands sneered, shook his head and said, "I know how to guard that pile of useless money, how happy and happy I am."

"Hypocrite, since you are interested, I will leave it to you this time."

Xue Lao was very cold from beginning to end. At this time, he said coldly, and immediately got up, his whole body exuded a cold breath to the bottom of his heart, making the hearts of all the people present and sending him away.

After Xue Lao left, Tu Renlun suddenly thought about the hotel, rushed over and grabbed the greedy ghost by the neck, took him as he walked and shouted: "You are a thousand dollars, I owe you three. Moon wine money, you dare to add water in the wine. If you don’t make it clear to Lao Tzu today, I smashed your hotel..."

The little madman in the corner grinned slyly. He couldn't see what his movements were. His figure flashed out dexterously, as if he was watching Tu Renlun and the greedy ghost.

The rest of the ten evil men also left one after another.

The hypocrite turned and sat down leisurely, looked at the only remaining gambling hand, smiled and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"Hehe, I want to take a gamble with you." Gamble Qianshou said with a grin, his eyes full of enthusiasm, and the dice in his hand were spinning fast, as if he couldn't wait.

"How to bet?" The hypocrite said with a smile.

"I bet you will definitely fail this time, you can't destroy the cultivation meeting." Gamble Qianshou blurted out.

"Why?" The hypocrite still smiled and asked: "Unless you know who the third-generation dragon is, even I can't handle it."

"I don't know anything." Gambling Qianshou clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I have always gambled based on my feelings. Even the bankruptcy of betting can't change this temper. This is the same."

"Then you just wait to lose all the crotch to me!" The hypocrite laughed, a cold arrogance flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

...

The Shenlong handbook sent by Li Tianchen was quickly passed to the vast majority of the cultivation sect families and others, causing an uproar.

The various cultivation sect families and other forces reacted differently to this, but for one thing, this cultivation conference successfully aroused their interest.