Chapter 960: 1 bet

　　The monks with sad expressions, although they did not dare to resist the order, they whispered one after another, and sighed in a low voice that Yu Lao was confused, how could this kid lead everyone to their birthplace.
　　Lianyu's old words are already settled.
　　 For this steel building ship, the elder Yu of the Linghe 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 dissatisfied with me, who do not believe that I can take everyone to escape from birth, can bet against me. If I succeed in leading everyone to find a way out, then bet against me. People who want to call me grandfather, say they have no eyes, 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 call our grandfather useful. 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 did not 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. The dual attributes of yin and yang resist evil, so it can be said to be true. 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 discredit everyone, I will open up three gambling places. If I take everyone to escape and fail. , The medicine talisman is you, call me grandpa if you lose, and then admit that you have no eyes."
　　 "I bet!"
　　 The fat monk showed greed and disliked 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, let your ancestors dare." The white-browed monk looked 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 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, the fat man and the Brother Baimei all followed in.
　　The cockpit of a steel ship is different from an ordinary big ship. A steel ship is hundreds or even thousands of feet long and weighs millions of catties.
　　 It is simply impossible for such a giant to 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 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, towering 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 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 this altar is the helm of this steel boat. He is wearing tight leather armor, python boots, and a black robe. His eyes are sharp as hooks. He sits on his face and watches his face. A huge light curtain of spiritual power.
　　 His sitting posture is extremely square, his waist is straight and his expression is meticulous, showing a rigorous military style.
　　 Seeing everyone coming, the helm lifted his eyes and arched his hands at Qiu San: "What's the president's order?"
　　 "Well, I have troubled Zhou to take the helm. In the next time, this little brother will take the charge of the whole ship." Qiu San nodded at the helm and patted Chu Chen in front of him lightly.
"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 it an expert at the helm?"
　　 Zhou took the helm and found that the scene in front of him was really wrong. The chairman 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.
　　 "I've been awarded 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 Chuchen's gourd?
　　 But he turned his head and watched Qiu San and Elder Lingxin nodding, it seemed that he was asked to take over the steel building.
　　 was taken aback, although he was reluctant in every possible way, but Zhou, who had been at the helm of the Great Xiao 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~EbookFREE.me~ but wait a moment."
　　 After Chu Chen finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes and threw down a group of people who were looking at each other. They entered the concentration for themselves, and began to open up their 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, meaning that this would really work?
　　 Qiu San nodded seriously, he could only sigh again.
　　 After about Sanzhuxiang, Chu Chen opened his eyes, and regardless of the impatient expressions on the faces of this group of people, he directly ordered Zhou Rudder.
　　 "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. His party is serious and responsible, and there are many taboos in sailing on the sea, especially large ships like steel boats, if possible, they are the most taboo to sail with full rudder.
　　 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.
　　 He sighed helplessly at the helm that week, and had to start issuing orders to the surrounding crew members. The whole steel ship started to operate at full capacity and began to sail in a strange way.
　　 And Chu Chen became nervous. What he was nervous was not that he was afraid of capsize, 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!