Chapter 247: Ding Yu's Life Is Full of Twists and Turns

As for the truth of the war, it is not something Li Fan can know at present.

When the dark clouds hanging over everyone's heads gradually dissipated, when the recruited monks returned to their hometowns.

This war that lasted for more than eight months gave people the impression of a dream, as if it had never happened.

Only when occasionally mentioning those monk friends who disappeared forever, can he vaguely recall this tragic war.

Li Fan naturally also had familiar monks who died in the war.

Not to mention Chen Ying from the Medicine Hall who died early in the sneak attack of the Five Elders Association.

In the Cong Yunhai Martial Arts Hall, Jiang Zhengji and Du Xingchang both died.

The Strategy Formation Hall also suffered heavy losses.

Three people were recruited.

Gong Boyu and another Yuanying formation master named Mu Bowen were affected by the battle between the powerful gods and did not survive.

Only Zhang Zhiliang survived.

The rest of the monks who served in various positions on Wanxian Island and had only met Li Fan once before, but died in this battle.

There are countless more.

The cruelty of the Tianlingzhou War can be seen from this.

Fortunately, what this world lacks the most is the monks who fight to the death.

With a notification from the Tianxuan Mirror, the war and the deaths it brought were soon forgotten by everyone.

Within three years, every monk can buy the skills at a 30% discount on the original price.

Each person is limited to one copy, and it cannot be transferred.

As soon as the news came out, the monks who were originally a little sad all cheered up and cheered up.

Those who were originally short of contribution points and could just get it after the discount naturally bought the skills they had been thinking about as soon as possible and started to practice happily.

And those who were short of contribution points, but could barely buy the skills after three years of hard work.

They began to do tasks frantically and accumulate contribution points.

Finally, there were those monks who had no contribution points left and had no chance no matter how hard they tried in three years.

Some means of "borrowing" and "getting rich overnight" became his life-saving straw.

As the most famous means of getting rich in Cong Yunhai, the [Fishing] anchored at the end of 16 attracted several times more monks to participate than usual.

The sky above the island was crowded with people who came to join in the fun.

Li Fan was naturally among them.

He clearly remembered that the fish champion this time was a white pomfret.

Although the contribution points on his body are enough for now, Li Fan will not miss any opportunity to increase his wealth.

Select the target and place the bet.

The 27-day observation period flashed by.

Soon it was the day when the lake erupted into the sky and the grand prize was born.

Most of the monks had red eyes and nervous expressions. They did not dare to make any abnormal sounds, but just stared at the countless fish fighting each other in the lake below.

The final result surprised Li Fan.

The fish champion this time was not the white pomfret that Li Fan remembered.

It was a spearfish that was shining with golden light and looked very proud.

"I won! I won!"

Amid the sighs and curses of the monks, an extremely excited howl was even conspicuous.

Following the sound, Li Fan saw a young monk with messy hair and tattered clothes, but he was extremely excited at the moment, his face flushed.

"First prize! I won! First prize!"

As if he was afraid that others didn't know, he shouted wildly.

Ignoring many murderous looks, the young monk raised his head and laughed, like a madman.

"Oh my god, isn't this Han Yi? I heard that he was cheated of all his money by some foundation-building master a few years ago, and his life was extremely miserable. I didn't expect that today he would have a good turn and win the jackpot!"

"What kind of shitty luck is this!"

"Why can't I get such a good thing? This time, I lost all the hundreds of contribution points I saved with great difficulty!"

"There are so many people this time, and it's still the jackpot. The winner takes all, and it's the end of the year, so I have to clear the usual prize pool..."

"Fuck, the final reward is estimated to be at least one million contribution points!"

After a brief estimate, the cultivators looked at Han Yi differently.

And because he won the jackpot, Han Yi, who was a little carried away by his own thoughts, finally noticed something.

As more and more people were looking at him, his expression became nervous and uneasy.

Fortunately, the rules of [Fishing Fish] are still there. In public, the safety of the winners is still guaranteed.

Otherwise, it would be so easy to kill people and rob treasures. Once the rules are broken, there will definitely be fewer and fewer cultivators playing [Fishing Fish] in the future.

It would be better to use this opportunity to promote it and attract more monks to participate in the future.

The little foundation-building monk who was at a dead end and impoverished made a desperate attempt and completely turned his life around.

From then on, he reached the peak of his life and had a chance to reach the Nascent Soul and the God Transformation.

What slogan could be more attractive than this real example?

The organizers of Dingyu exchanged glances and quickly took Han Yi to the center of the crowd.

After some calculations, the huge reward of 1.56 million contribution points was transferred to Han Yi on the spot.

Han Yi, who received the reward, lost his excitement.

He just became a little confused, as if he couldn't believe that all this was true, and his face was a little dazed.

The greed in the eyes of the onlookers was even more frightening.

For the personal safety of this lucky man, the organizers of Dingyu decided to personally escort Han Yi back to Wanxian Island.

Those monks whose chips were won by Han Yi followed unwillingly.

Soon, surrounded by the crowd, Han Yi left the sea area.

Only the tuna champion was left quietly digesting the essence of other participating fish.

And Li Fan.

Looking at the tuna champion whose aura was getting stronger and stronger, Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Why is the result of this life different from what I experienced?"

"Where is the variable?"

Li Fan, who lost the grand prize, didn't feel much mental imbalance.

In addition to deciding the fish, he has many other ways to earn a lot of contribution points.

And the reasons for the different results are what he is really interested in.

"Logically speaking, except for a little more people participating, there is nothing that can affect the result of deciding the fish."

Li Fan stood still and thought for a long time, but didn't get a reliable answer.

He simply used the secret method of [Transformation of the Dao God One] to play the picture of the fish just decided in his mind.

Slowly, Li Fan saw some clues.

Li Fan's view that "there are no big variables" is from the perspective of a monk.

From the perspective of the countless fish participating in the fish hunting, variables are everywhere.

It may be an item that the monk casually discarded, causing the water flow to change.

It may also be a fish that was frightened by the monk's aura and changed its trajectory.

...

Because the fish is too weak, and the monk is too strong.

If you are weak, you can't be immune to it, you can only go with the flow and be manipulated by the so-called variables.

If Li Fan has gained something.