The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Auction, into a weird atmosphere.

Chen Fan and the hunchbacked old man come and go, you take a piece of rough stone, and I take another piece, basically keeping the same line.

One day passed, and in the evening, the first round of gambling stone conference finally ended.

But everyone did not leave, they were all around together, waiting for their respective stones to determine which two will enter tomorrow's final.

Of course, before this, the bet between Chen Fan and Ding Yuan must have been revealed.

After all, there are countless people here who want to know what treasure is hidden in the 10,000 pieces of spirit stone auctioned.

At this moment, everyone surrounded Chen Fan and Ding Yuan, and even Qingyuan and the hunched old man in the crowd were there, and they didn't know what they were thinking while their eyes flickered.

This time, Ding Yuan learned his lesson and did not choose to cut the stone first, but signaled Chen Fan to cut first.

In fact, the matter of who goes first has no effect on Chen Fan. Picking out the most inconspicuous piece from the pile of rough stones behind him, it seems to be an addition, it is considered as certain.

Without any hesitation, Chen Fan turned his power and slashed directly towards the rough stone. The hard rough stone touched Chen Fan's palm, and it was cut open like a piece of tofu.

The cut surface is complete and smooth, without a trace of stone peeling off, as if it should be that way.

With this single hand, it was enough to see that Chen Fan's grasp of power was so wonderful.

It's just that cutting the stone does not mean that the stone bet is good. Everyone stared at it with holding their breath, and after seeing Chen Fan cutting through the contents of the original stone, they breathed out one after another.

I saw that within the original stone, although there was a gleaming green light flashing unique to the spirit stone, there were not many. In that way, it was equivalent to more than a hundred inferior spirit stones.

This rough stone was almost unsold at first, but it was auctioned by Chen Fan at the reserve price, and the purpose was actually to be an addition.

But others don't think so. Zheng Chou couldn't find a good opportunity to mock Chen Fan. Now is the best opportunity.

"After doing it for a long time, I cut out more than a hundred spirit stones. It wasn't enough to waste that time. I was really blind. For a moment I thought you could win."

"I also said that what good things can be cut out, it is not enough to be a fraction of others, so just bet on the rocks?"

Ding Yuan let out a sigh of relief when he saw the scene at this moment, and opened his mouth to Chen Fan, "Is it still better? You can kneel and kowtow!"

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "Young Master Ding hasn't cut the stone yet."

"Huh! The time has come, I will still lose, this young man? You just wait to accept the failure!"

"Everyone." Ding Yuan raised his hands falsely, lowered the crowd's comments, and opened his mouth: "I think you should not mock Chen Fan, otherwise he will cry. Ding Mouhui can still wait for him. I'm kneeling and kowtow."

After finishing the sentence, Ding Yuan smiled and bowed to everyone with a fist: "Then, you guys, please take a look."

"Puff!"

The laughter that was extremely contrary to the situation at this time suddenly sounded, Ding Yuan looked back and turned out to be Qingyuan.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ding Yuan absolutely didn't dare to provoke the Spirit Detector, and hurriedly put on a junior posture to ask.

Qingyuan couldn't help it anymore. He glanced at Chen Fan insignificantly and left with a big laugh. He was afraid that he would continue to stay here and roll around laughing.

"That kid seems to be called Chen Fan. He is really a good seed. He has reached the first-order state at such a young age. The main reason is that this character is really suitable to be a spiritual detector, the best player to cheat."

As Qingyuan walked, he secretly said in his heart.