Yang Ling's heart moved. He noticed that eight gamblers around him had stopped gambling and focused on him and the friar of Qipin Lingtai. When they saw the young monk's eyes, they were full of fear, but they looked at Yang Ling like a dead man.

"this person is very strong. If you change someone, I'm afraid I won't dare to gamble with him." Yang Ling also found that the immortal was oppressed by a momentum, which was not a terrible attack, but could make most monks cringe.

vaguely, Yang Ling felt that if she retreated like this, she would lose something and the other party would get something. Three...