Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 960: 1 bet


   The monks with a sad expression, although they did not dare to resist the order, they whispered one after another, sighing in low voices, Yu Lao was confused, how could this kid lead everyone on the path of birth.

  Lianyu always speaks, and the dust has settled.

   For this steel ship, the Yulao in the Linghe realm is equivalent to a god, possessing supreme prestige and power.

   "Let’s make a bet."

  Chu Chen suddenly raised his hand slightly, "Those who are dissatisfied with me, who don’t believe that I can take everyone to escape, can bet against me. If I succeed in bringing everyone to life, then The person who bet with me is going to call me grandpa and say he has no eyes and dare not dare."

   Everyone was stunned, and the fat monk flicked his sleeves vigorously. "You can't lead everyone to live. It's okay to bet. If you lose, you tell our grandpa to use it. Do you have any bets? "

  Chu Chen nodded gently, and stretched out a purple medicine charm from his arms, "This is an anti-evil charm..."

  Chu Chen didn’t introduce it in detail. The monks who traveled north and south all knew the value of this medicine talisman. It was not only a high-level talisman, but also a dual-attribute medicine talisman in the high-level talisman. It can be said to be the best medicine charm, especially in the blood sea world.

   Chu Chen saw that many people’s eyes were bright, and he said in a deep voice, “I don’t have much of this kind of medicinal talisman now. In order not to confuse everyone, I will open three gambling places. If I bring Everyone failed to escape. The medicine symbol is you. If you lose, you call me grandpa, and then you admit that you have no eyes."

   "I bet!"

   The fat monk shows greed and dislikes the protagonist. Naturally, this opportunity must be seized.

   "Count me." Fang Rentang stood up sternly.

   "The old man doesn't believe that your kid can turn the sky, if you really can go out, let alone call your grandfather, tell your ancestors to dare." The white-browed monk was disdainful, "I bet too!"

  The three of them took the lead in betting against each other. Many monks on the deck lamented that they were slow to react. The three medicine charms were all precious treasures at this moment, and they did not find this cheap.

   "Okay, a word is a deal."

   After Chu Chen made a bet with Fat Monk, Fang Rentang, and Monk Baimei, Qiu San personally pushed the wheelchair and sent it to the upper cockpit of the cabin.

   Behind him, Elder Lingxin, Fang Rentang, the old servant of Yu Yu, the fat man and the white-browed monk all followed in.

  The cockpit of a steel ship is different from an ordinary ship. A steel ship is hundreds or even thousands of feet long and weighs millions of catties.

   It’s impossible to make such a behemoth drive in the ocean with sails or oars.

  The most important source of power for this kind of ship is the array. The layered arrays are distributed in every part of the hull, controlling the direction and speed of the entire ship.

   And the cockpit is where all the formations converge, and it is also the densest and most dense place where the formations on the entire ship are.

   The huge cockpit occupies several acres of land, and a famous monk is busy back and forth in it, injecting spiritual power into the formation, correcting loopholes, and grasping the dynamics of navigation. It is a bustling scene.

   In the very center of the cockpit, an octagonal altar stands about ten feet high, towering in the void.

   Standing on the altar is a thin man with a majestic face. His eyes are like eagle eyes, and he is indescribably sharp.

   In front of him, a piece of crystal the size of a basin is suspended in the void, surrounded by light curtains of spiritual power, which clearly reveals the various navigational dynamics of the entire ship.

   The man on the altar is the helm of the steel ship. He wears tight leather armor, python boots, and a pure black robe. His eyes are sharp as a hook, and he sits and watches. There was a huge spiritual light curtain on Monday.

  His sitting posture is extremely square, his waist is straight, and his look is meticulous, showing a rigorous military style.

   Seeing everyone coming, the helm lifted his gaze and bowed his hand at Qiu San: "What is the president's order?"

   "Well, I have troubled Zhou to take the helm. In the next time, this little brother will be the master of the whole ship." Qiu San nodded at the helm and patted Chu Chen lightly in front of him.

   "Oh?"

   Zhou stared at the helm, turned his head and glanced at Chu Chen, with a suspicious look in his eyes: "This little brother, is he an expert at the helm?"

   Zhou took the helm and found that the scene in front of him was really wrong. The president, who usually didn't care about sailing, actually took a young man to take charge of the big ship, and a group of people next to him looked worried, no matter how strange it looked.

   "I've taken the helm."

  Chu Chen nodded generously and smiled slightly, "I am not an expert at the helm, but I have some talent to lead the ship out of trouble."

   Zhou frowned at the helm, still not sure what medicine was selling in Chu Chen's gourd?

   But he turned his head and watched Qiu San and Elder Lingxin nodding, it seemed that he was letting Zhen take over the steel building.

   was taken aback. Although reluctant in every possible way, Zhou, who had been at the helm of the Great Depression dynasty army before, had always unconditionally obeyed orders.

   So he finally sighed helplessly: "Then little brother, how do you take over, how do I cooperate?"

   "It's very simple, I said where the ship is going, you can operate the big ship~ IndoMTL.com~ but you wait a moment."

   After Chu Chen finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes and threw down a group of people who looked at each other, and went into concentration on his own, and began to open his spiritual sense to lock in a certain kind of blood.

   Zhou took the helm and pointed at Chu Chen, whose eyes were closed, and then looked at Qiu San again, meaning that this would really work?

   Qiu San nodded seriously, he could only sigh again.

   It took about Sanzhuxiang's time before Chu Chen opened his eyes. Regardless of the impatient expressions on the faces of this group of people, he directly ordered Zhou at the helm.

  "Go forward three hundred feet, then full rudder left, sail 630 feet, full rudder right, sail 430 feet, then full rudder right."

   "What? Why does the ship turn around, there are no obstacles in this sea area, we can go straight ahead! Brother, don't mess around!"

   Zhou's face at the helm is dark. He is serious and responsible for his party, and there are many taboos when sailing on the sea, especially large ships like steel boats, if possible, they are most taboo against this kind of full rudder navigation.

   Because once the rudder is fully turned, the balance of the entire ship may be disrupted, and it is easy to cause a capsize accident. Obviously this lame boy is an outsider.

   "Just do as he says."

   Qiu San said word by word, without any explanation.

   sighed helplessly at the helm that week, and had no choice but to start issuing orders to the surrounding crew members, and the entire steel ship began to operate at full capacity and began to sail in a strange way.

   And Chu Chen became nervous. What he was nervous was not afraid of capsizing, but because he was finally approaching the mysterious and powerful truth of this sea of ​​blood, which had trapped countless monks for millions of years!


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