The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

In the middle wing room on the second floor of Mu's Shifang, now the principal of Shifang, Mu Wanrong is watching a stone gambling between Chen Fan and Ding Yuan.

"Uncle Luo, you said that person is a famous waste in Qingyang City?"

The butler on the side nodded, and said indifferently: "Yes, miss, his name has spread throughout Qingyang City, but you are usually too busy to pay attention."

Following the look in Uncle Luo's eyes, a beautiful face appeared in his eyes, his skin was like fat, his face was peach blossom, and he was only twenty-nine years old when he looked at it, but with a mature charm and a more seductive superior. breath.

After Mu Wanrong heard what Uncle Luo said, he did not answer, but the look in Chen Fan's eyes was a bit interesting.

"The whole Qingyang City, I'm afraid this young man was fooled." She muttered to herself.

Uncle Luo didn't seem to understand, and looked at Mu Wanrong with some doubts.

The other party also faintly stated his observations: "This person has firm eyes, has a restrained light, walks and walks, and is not angry. This is the temperament that ordinary people can have."

"He must have encountered a problem before, so he hid his clumsiness and caused the Qianlong to enter the abyss. But now, it is the time when he does not sing, it is a blockbuster!" With a smile on his face, Mu Wanrong gave the final comment, and now Chen Chen Fan's stone gambling with Ding Yuan has officially started!

Chen Fan gave all the spirit stones on his body in exchange for a rough stone that was as tall as a person and weighed a thousand catties.

On the other hand, Ding Yuan, with the pride of victory hanging on the corner of his mouth, chose a rough stone that was not too big.

"So, shall we start cutting the stone?"

Ding Yuan said with a sneer, but Chen Fan slowly shook his head: "You only said what I would pay if I lost, and what if you didn't say what if you lost?"

"If I lose, it's up to you!" Ding Yuan opened his mouth with a wave of his sleeves, his face in hand.

Chen Fan pointed to the storage bag around his waist and said, "If you lose, just give the storage bag and the contents to me."

Hearing this, Ding Yuan's expression showed a trace of panic. The storage bag was not his, but his father's. He secretly brought it out to pretend.

However, thinking of the gambling vision that he had been immersed in Shifang since childhood, Ding Yuan thought that he was better than the rookie Chen Fan anyway, so he could agree to it after a while.

In his dictionary, there is no concept of losing!

The bet is determined, and the bet on the stone is just the beginning. Chen Fan and Ding Yuan have unknowingly attracted the attention of the audience.

Everyone stopped their actions and watched this stone gambling, and some even whispered.

"That waste was going to bet against Ding Yuan, and his head was squeezed by the door. Na Ding Yuan is a character who has been in Shifang since he was a child."

"I think so, this time the waste will definitely lose, unless a miracle happens!"

In the face of the ridicule and accusation from the crowd, Chen Fan's face was calm, his expression was neither happy nor sad, and he did not take these people at all.

This scene fell into the eyes of Mu Wanrong on the second floor, more convinced of his previous guess, and inexplicably looking forward to this stone gambling.

On the other hand, Ding Yuan was not as good as Chen Fan. Hearing praise from the people around him, his entire face was already wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and he put on an expression that Lao Tzu is the number one in the world.

Especially when he noticed that even Li Yanran was paying attention to him, Ding Yuan jumped up and down like a big vaulting monkey, expressing himself with all his might.

"Don't let people say that I am bullying you, I will cut the stone first, give you a sample, and convince you of losing!"

After speaking, Ding Yuan pointed to a knife, attached the inner breath to the palm of his hand, and cut the rough stone horizontally.

And the spirit stone gleaming with emerald green light also appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Oh my god, the spirit stone was born with a single knife. Young Master Ding's gambling skills are really extraordinary. Depending on the size of the spirit stone, I am afraid that there are more than one hundred substandard spirit stones."

Since it is a hard currency, Lingshi naturally has a strict size limit. After being cut, each piece weighs the same.

One hundred inferior spirit stones can be converted into one low-grade spirit stone, one hundred low-grade spirit stones are equal to one middle-grade spirit stone, and so on.

The spiritual stone cut out this time is equivalent to the value of a low-grade spiritual stone. In contrast, the Li family can only accumulate dozens of low-grade spiritual stones a year, which is enough to show how fast the money is coming from the stone gambling.

To be honest, Ding Yuan did not expect that his luck would be so good today. After feeling the shock of everyone, he was already excited to the extreme, and he said directly to Chen Fan: "No need to compare, you can kneel and kowtow to admit your mistakes. !"

After that, she looked at Li Yanran and made a victory sign.

"I haven't cut the stone yet, so how come the game is over?"

Chen Fan smiled faintly, did not learn Ding Yuan's appearance and referred to it as a knife-cut stone. Through mental power, he had already felt the distribution and size of the inner spirit stone clearly, only listened to him with a deep voice, and a direct palm. On the rough stone that is so high!

"Crack!"

The sound of fragmentation entered everyone's ears, and the stone skin cracked every inch, and then all fell off, and the situation inside made everyone gasp and stunned.

Even Mu Wanrong on the second floor slapped the seat handle and stood up abruptly, with an incredible look in her eyes.

"The spirit stone was actually cut out... this luck is against the sky!"

"I am afraid that more than two hundred substandard spirit stones can be separated, which is more than twice as powerful as Ding Yuan!"

"My God, a miracle really happened!"

Facing countless people's shocked openings, the first thing that appeared in Ding Yuan's eyes was disbelief. He staggered to the side of the Lingshi cut out by Chen Fan. After observing for a long time, he sat on the ground slumpingly, two lines running cold and cold.

I've already lost crying...

And he kept muttering to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can I lose?"

Chen Fan slowly lowered his head, looking down at the man who had been arrogant to himself and called himself trash, now crying like a child.

It's clear at a glance who is the waste!

"Master Ding, shouldn't you cash in your gambling money?"

Looking at the storage bag around Ding Yuan's waist, Chen Fan's eyes flashed hot.

Upon hearing this, Ding Yuan glanced at his storage bag with some trepidation, his expression showing a hideous look.

Wiping away the tears, he shouted at Chen Fan, "You cheat, I won't lose!"

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan's voice gradually became colder, and a voice without the slightest emotion came, making people unconsciously fight a cold war: "Are you trying to go wrong?"

"What if I scumbag? What if you are a trash and get a storage bag!"

Facing Ding Yuan's rogue behavior, Chen Fan was no longer willing to waste his tongue. There was already a pale golden light flowing on his fist, and he wanted to tell Ding Yuan with practical actions.

No one can hack Chen Fan's things!