Main text Chapter 475: The Earl's Seat (Part 2)

Main text Chapter 475: The Earl's Seat (Part 2)

"C'Thun." The man in the front row said elegantly: "If you do this again, you don't have to stay."

No answer.

After three seconds, C'Thun looked up as if he was stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "15%..."

"15%... inferior products... can guarantee a 15% success rate! Everyone! Everyone, did you see it! Did you hear it? Substandard products can also guarantee a 15% success rate!"

Dead silence.

Donnao's anger was forcibly suppressed. He looked at C'Thun in disbelief.

Not only him, but several people in the front row looked very solemn. One hundred pieces, 30%, equals at least thirty or forty marquises a year! Three thousand pieces... at least three hundred marquises a year!

If it is true, this family will definitely have the strength to challenge the strongest family in Europe and the United States in a hundred years!

What is the ability of a great spiritualist?

This is the ability of a great spiritualist!

One person is enough to carry a family!

"This... this is unrealistic." A great spiritualist's face was full of doubt, and he murmured: "The lowest... is three times better than Donnaou's holy medicine... This... is impossible."

"Is this true?" The next second, the two virtual grand dukes beside the four great spiritualists looked at the attic with fiery eyes.

"Mr. X, you know, even if you are a great spiritualist, you must never play tricks on the efficacy of the medicine." The virtual grand duke of the Taguler family said meaningfully.

He was given the title of a great spiritualist for the first time.

If the efficacy of the medicine is confirmed, just based on the first gift, he is enough to be called a great spiritualist.

He was the center of attention, and he could even hear everyone's heartbeats. Xu Yangyi said calmly: "If there is any mistake, I will bring my head to you."

"STOP!" A voice sounded, and Donnaou had already stood up completely, turned around and looked directly at the attic: "Mr. X, I request a test."

"As a great spiritualist, I ask you to test." He stood proudly, not because of his identity, but because of his skills: "I don't believe that there is a medicine that can exceed my efficacy. I request... on-site testing!"

The eyes of several important figures all looked over. No one objected.

"Yes."

"Okay." Donnaou took a deep breath, turned around, and the wide Holy Cross cloak was raised, fluttering in the air: "If it is true, I will apologize to you on the spot. Just based on the great achievements of this capsule, you are enough to be listed as one of the great spiritualists."

"Any great spiritualist does not mean that he has made a good holy medicine. Instead, he has more than ten exclusive formulas of his own. Even if it is improved, the effect must be more than twice the previous one."

Before he finished speaking, everyone understood.

This is... six times more effective!

No wonder Donnao didn't believe it. What he was best at was stripped to pieces in front of important people in Europe and America. No matter how well-mannered he was, he had to fight for it.

"You, you, and you." Donnao walked slowly towards the main stage step by step. No one stopped him. The two dukes even made a gesture of invitation. Donnao's face was as gloomy as water, and he casually pointed at the crowd. Three half-step marquises responded and walked towards the main stage uncontrollably.

"You said... he can succeed?" The white-haired old man, Savidian VII and his party had sat up completely and stared at the main stage. This was a dispute between two great spiritualists, one challenging and the other accepting the challenge. It was not something they could intervene in at will.

"I don't know." The silent man spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse: "But...if it succeeds, no matter how much it costs, this great spiritualist must not fall into the hands of other families!"

"No matter what the cost?"

"As long as we can afford it!" The man said in a deep voice, with a flash of determination in his eyes: "This is the existence that can carry a family. To put it bluntly, whether the Covenas family can suppress the Tagul family, maybe this person is the opportunity."

Savidian VII felt inexplicably flustered. For some reason, he thought of the face of the Chinese monk again. He couldn't help but hold the armrest and gritted his teeth and said: "If the medicine is so effective, he would have advertised it a long time ago. Why not? I think he is afraid. Maybe he is lucky enough to advance to one level, hehe...who can tell the ratio. It's just the lottery."

"I would rather he succeed." The white-haired old man sighed: "The European and American cultivation world, in the world...it really should make a little voice of its own."

The three half-step marquises stood up timidly. It was nothing, the pressure from below was too strong.

Even the Grand Duke, who was usually just a fantasy, was staring at them, and his eyes were extremely hot.

"Eat it." The Holy White Cross cloak was flying and rolling in the air. Donnao's face was as cold as ice, and he said without emotion: "Three people, 30% chance, no matter what, there is also one person who will advance to the Marquis."

"If you can't advance, I will advance for you!" His voice was a little hoarse, and then he looked at Xu Yangyi's attic with murderous intent: "At the same time, you, you must chop off that man's head for me. This is his punishment for blaspheming the Great Spiritualist."

"Since he dared, he must accept the punishment! There is no such thing as asking for something without paying in the world!"

Three capsules floated in the air, and the three people looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and swallowed them in one gulp.

The scene was silent.

The vampire with a boyish and female appearance closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were pale, and in his pupils, what was reflected was not the bodies of the three people, but the internal muscles and meridians, as well as the direction of the spiritual energy.

"Ansas?" Savidian VII's eyes turned red, and he immediately wanted to rush over out of habit, but the white-haired old man held down his hand: "Look where this is! Idiot!"

One minute has passed, ten minutes have passed, thirty minutes has passed...

Forty minutes later, the scene had inevitably become ripples.

"How is it?" a pale woman asked softly.

"Nothing has changed." Ansas looked back and glanced at Xu Yangyi's attic with a frown: "After taking Don Naou's holy medicine for half an hour, the spiritual energy rushes to the top, flowing back from the limbs along the blood vessels, and rushes into the ladder above the head. Knocking on the Marquis’s door. And this X medicine has no reaction at all.”

"That means he can't do it?" The pale woman pondered, "Then where does he get his confidence?"

"Haha..." The thin middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "This is where he is smart. Ansas... Adelia, you have all been fooled."

"oh?"

"I have seen through him. He is a bold liar." The middle-aged man sneered: "Listen carefully, this is a ratio. Do you understand the ratio?"

"Even if he puts forward a 50% rate, so what? It's like Russian roulette, if you miss, you miss. If you hit, you are lucky. Just watch, his explanation below must be : That's because you are unlucky. After all, there is still a 70% chance of failure. Hahaha... It's so shameless and the angle chosen is so cunning and disgusting. No wonder Mr. Donnaou is so angry, pretending to be a great spirit. The incident of the magician being deceived has ruined several famous families in the past hundred years. It’s just that this X is extremely courageous.”

"None of the three people bought the Mark Six/Mark Lottery?" On the other side, the man in the black mask also had a gloomy expression. He took a deep look at the attic and said in a deep voice: "It's a matter of probability. This probability is really impossible. Said. If he wins... I have to say that he chose the Earl's seat very carefully."

"However, none of the people present are idiots." Savidian VII was inexplicably relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "He dares to play with everyone... Jie Jie Jie, look who it is, the four great spiritual masters The one on the left is the Bloody Moon, and ours is the Pale Dragon. He is really cheating, and these two false princes will not give him any chance to explain. "

The discussion became louder and louder, and many earls who held out hope could not help but sigh.

"Yeah... I just believed it. How could it have such a high efficacy..." A woman in the later period of the count's face was full of disappointment: "This is simply impossible..."

"I'm overthinking...30%...hehehe..." "I saw several friends taking Donaou's medicine. It takes effect very quickly and will never wait for forty minutes... Oh, No, it will take fifty minutes..." "Fifty-minute delay medicine?" "And it's a delay medicine that has no effect... I'm so stupid, why did I believe him..."

On the stage, the most disappointed person was C'Thun.

He has already approached the Marquis, how much he hopes that these three medicines will succeed. However……

He looked at his watch. It had been fifty-two minutes, nearly an hour. Not only him, but everyone present, and even the two empty grand dukes, were running out of patience.

"X, what do you say?" Donnao breathed a sigh of relief. He was right, there could be no such strong medicine. Believe in your own knowledge.

He turned his head and looked at the attic: "Decide."

"I have advised you before that once you come in, you cannot exit. However, you came in."

"Do you want to commit suicide here, or do you want me to do it myself?" He snorted coldly: "You are such a scum, I will personally cut off your head and hang it on the clan emblem, so that everyone can see that you are pretending to be a great spiritual master. What’s the outcome?”

The two virtual princes did not speak, and strong disappointment flashed in their eyes. The next second, it was replaced by surging killing intent.

Do you really think they have a lot of time to cheer?

If you deceive yourself and want to write an article about probability, then I will give you a 100% probability of death!

"Touch!" At this moment, C'Thun flew backwards without any warning.

A long line of blood was drawn in the air. However, after he fell to the ground, he did not fall. Instead, he jumped up and looked at the three people on the stage with great excitement!

Not just him, everyone stood up in shock. All the earl monks and the marquis monks looked at the main stage in shock.

"Oh?" Xu Yangyi's voice finally came: "It seems that you are lucky."

Three rays of spiritual energy...three strands of spiritual energy that quickly hit the threshold of the Marquis, rushing up from the three of them crazily!

Soar!