The clouds, like snow-white cotton, suddenly formed a huge vortex. With the appearance of the vortex, the center of the vortex began to slowly appear in the center of the vortex. After the golden light appeared, it shot towards the bottom of the clouds and mist, and then suddenly disappeared into the void. As the lights disappeared, Mo Wen, who was observing all this, suddenly felt a kind of fulfillment. Mo Wen knew for no reason that the identity of the golden light was the magic power he needed to practice. The clouds and mist formed by his own visualization were actually the manifestation of ordinary energy in his body. Under the action of the spell, those energy was converted into magic power.

The magic power kept appearing in the spiral nest and disappeared into the void. But Mo Wen felt more and more fulfilling, as if a force was constantly nourishing his body, making Mo Wen feel extremely comfortable. For nothing else, Mo Wen felt that it was worth practicing all day just for this comfortable feeling.

However, what made Mo Wen a little disappointed was that it seemed that this state of cultivation could not be maintained for a long time. It felt like after only ten minutes, the vortex of clouds and mist condensed in his consciousness disappeared immediately. Mo Wen knew that this was because the energy in the body had almost been consumed, which was also a disadvantage of this method of cultivation. The main source of cultivation was the energy generated by the body itself. The earlier the stage, the shorter the duration of this method of cultivation. In this way, it seemed that the scriptures at the beginning of the Taoist book had to be recited continuously. Although the magic power was not generated, the mosquito legs were also flesh, right?

"Huh!" He let out a deep breath, and Mo Wen, who felt his whole body full of fullness, opened his eyes gently. It was just a practice, but Mo Wen felt full of energy and spirit, and his whole body was unprecedentedly good. What made Mo Wen feel even more happy was that it seemed that his magic power had been consumed before, but it was not only because of this practice that he had completely recovered, but it seemed that the overall increase was still a lot.

"Hey! Time flies so quickly." He picked up his phone from under the pillow and took a look. Mo Wen had a casual look at the time, but what made Mo Wen feel incredible was that it was almost time for dinner. It would be noon when he returned to the hotel, right? Mo Wen felt that it was very necessary to remember the time when he practiced next time and see how much time he spent in one practice.

Since it was almost time for dinner, Mo Wen didn't plan to go out again. He found a set of clothes to change. Mo Wen went out of the room and went straight to the restaurant to fill his stomach, and then walked straight towards the casino. The cost was too high these days, and he didn't have tens of thousands of yuan in his bank card. If he didn't make some supplements, he would probably not have to spend in a few days.

The Golden Week has passed. Although the casino is as lively as before, it is obviously worse than those days. However, this is just right, and it will save people from crowding. After changing to 10,000 yuan of chips, Mo Wen walked towards the area that was big and small.

After choosing a platform with a fewer people, I simply looked at the chips in front of the gamblers around the platform, followed one of the gamblers with a little more chips in front of him, and threw two thousand yuan to mark the large area on the platform.

Unfortunately, that guy didn't seem to be very lucky, and the chips thrown on the large area were taken away by the dealer as soon as the color cup opened.

This is just the beginning. Mo Wen's luck seems to be really bad today. Next, there are three more consecutive games. Mo Wen really loses whatever he bets, and the 10,000 chips he earned immediately ended up with 2,000 yuan.

If this is the case, Mo Wen will definitely not care. Betting on this thing is luck. You can just change the chips after losing. Others are afraid of losing, but Mo Wen is never afraid of losing. But Mo Wen doesn't plan to change the chips again today. Isn't it?

When the dealer finished shaking the slut, Mo Wen took a quick look and threw the chips in his hand on the table. He had seen the situation in the slut just now, but it would be boring to play like this. After a few more wins and fewer losses, the chips that were about to lose suddenly became tens of thousands of yuan.

For the time being, Mo Wen has no intention of stopping. Since he came here to win money, what does it mean if he didn't win hundreds of thousands? In the past, Mo Wen needed to pay a little attention, but now there is no need to be so careful. He is a regular visitor here, and he plays here almost every day, winning and losing, winning and losing, and winning and losing for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, so he will almost no longer attract anyone's attention.

However, the chips in his hand didn't have time to throw them on the table. A cheer not far away made Mo Wen's brows lightly raise. You can tell by just hearing the sound that those cheering should have won money. This situation is normal in the casino. However, what surprised Mo Wen was that among the cheering crowds there, he actually saw an "acquaintance"!

Sun Zhe! It’s not that strange to see Sun Zhe Mo Wen here. What surprised Mo Wen was that Sun Zhe seemed to be very lucky. You can see this by looking at the pile of chips in front of him. Seeing this, Mo Wen couldn’t help but use his magic power to look at Sun Zhe’s head. This made Mo Wen even more surprised. He has seen many people in the casinos over the past period of time, and of course he has also seen all kinds of people with great fortune, but he has never seen the golden light on his head like a sharp sword.

It's no wonder that Sun Zhe didn't lose in a few consecutive games. His luck really came true. I'm afraid it's hard to lose. But..., after looking at the few dark brown Buddhist beads exposed on Sun Zhe's wrist, Mo Wen moved his eyes slightly, but he put away the chips in front of him in the pallet and walked towards the gambling platform.

Compared with the platform Mo Wen just now, the platform where Sun Zhe was located was much more lively. Fortunately, Mo Wen was strong and easily squeezed in with chips. Looking at the gambler around him, Sun Zhe, who was pressing down on the size of the size, casually looked at the color cup, Mo Wen pressed tens of thousands of chips in the pallet with Sun Zhe. Mo Wen's action attracted many gamblers to look at Mo Wen. Even Sun Zhe looked up at Mo Wen, and then frowned slightly, mainly because he felt that Mo Wen seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. It was not that Sun Zhe? How could Sun Zhe think that Mo Wen was the homeless man who asked for money just now?

Following Sun Zhe, he pressed two more hands in succession. Mo Wen had already turned the chips in his hand a few times, but Mo Wen had nothing to worry about. Not to mention that no one would pay attention, even if someone paid attention, he would not notice him. After all, he was pressing with Sun Zhe? But the fourth hand was different.
Chapter completed!