Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 960: 1 bet

The sad monks, although they did not dare to resist the order, they whispered to each other and sighed in a low voice. How could this kid lead everyone to their birth.

Lianyu always speaks, and the dust has settled.

For this steel boat, the Yulao of the Linghe Great Realm is equivalent to a god, possessing supreme prestige and power.

"Let's make a bet."

Chu Chen suddenly raised his hand gently, "Those who are not convinced by me, who don’t believe that I can take everyone to escape, can bet against me. If I succeed in leading everyone to find a way out, then The person who bet with me is going to call me grandfather and say he has no eyes and dare not dare."

Everyone was stunned. The fat monk flicked his sleeves vigorously. "You can't take everyone to live. It's okay to bet. If you lose, you let our grandfather have a fart. 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 among 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 medicine now. In order not to confuse everyone, I will open up three places for gambling. 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 showed greed in his eyes, and he was extremely displeased with the protagonist. Naturally, this opportunity should 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, it's a deal."

After Chu Chen made a gambling agreement with the 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, and the fat man and Brother Baimei 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.

If you want such a behemoth to drive in the ocean, it is simply impossible to rely on things like sails or oars.

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

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

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

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

On the altar stood a thin man with a majestic complexion. His eyes were like eagle eyes, and he was indescribably sharp.

In front of him, a 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 this altar is the helm of this steel boat. He wears tight leather armor, python boots, and a pure black robe. His eyes are sharp as hooks, 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 arched his hands at Qiu San: "What is the president's order?"

"Well, trouble Zhou has taken the helm. In the next time, this little brother will take charge of the whole ship." Qiu San nodded at the helm, and lightly patted Chu Chen in front of him.

"Oh?"

Zhou helmed his gaze, 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?"

At the helm, Zhou 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 looked worried about him. It was a little weird.

"Take 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 Rudder frowned, still not sure what medicine is selling in Chu Chen's gourd?

However, he turned his head and watched Qiu San and Elder Lingxin nodding, as if he was letting Zhen take over the steel building.

Stunned for a moment. Although he was 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 are you going to take over, how can I cooperate?"

"It's very simple. I said where the ship is going, you can operate the big ship, but you can 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 at the helm pointed at Chu Chen, whose eyes were closed, and looked at Qiu San again, meaning that this would really work?

Qiu San nodded seriously, he could only sigh again.

It was 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 Ruo.

"Go forward three hundred feet, then full rudder left, sail 630 feet ~ IndoMTL.com~ Sail full rudder right to four hundred thirty feet, then full rudder right."

"What? Why does the ship sail around? There are no obstacles in this sea area. We can go straight ahead! Brother, don't mess around!"

Zhou's face turned black at the helm. He is serious and responsible for his party, and there are many taboos in sailing at sea, especially large ships like steel boats, if they can, they are the most taboo to sail with full rudder.

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

"Just do as he says."

Qiu San said word by word without any explanation.

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

But Chu Chen became nervous. What he was nervous was not that he was 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!