Chapter Twenty-Eight: Faith in the Spiritual Fluid

"Rich, brother, we're rich. ”

Back at home, Luo Jian shouted excitedly.

"Huh. ”

Wang Yang's laughter was very far-fetched.

"Brother, what's the matter, isn't the bottle in hand?"

Luo Jian was a little curious.

Before, when he came out of the Tianlong Casino, the Yuan Qing vase containing the power of faith had already arrived.

"You're right, we're rich. ”

With a long breath, Wang Yang nodded and said, "Anyway, it's one step closer to our goal." ”

"Target?"

Luo Jian calmed down, nodded, and said, "Yes, we are rich, but our goal has just begun." ”

He did not forget the goal of Wang Yang's return to development.

The construction of the second West China of Huaguo.

"The old are supported, the young are educated, the poor are dependent, and the difficult are helped, so that women no longer stay alone, and men no longer go away. ”

Thinking of this ambitious goal, Luo Jian couldn't laugh anymore, he and his cousin had already made a fortune, but the goal of his two brothers had not yet begun.

"Brother, you say, what should we do next?"

"Let's see how much faith power there is!"

As he spoke, Wang Yang took out the worn-out Yuan Qing vase.

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Shashi, a high-end villa, Xiaohuo stood respectfully on the edge of his martial arts training ground.

Boss Bai slowly withdrew his fist.

"I heard, the casino is here today?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you know?"

"I know, it's the boss who sold cucumbers introduced by Miss Wu Xiaohong the day before yesterday. ”

"Is that him?"

Boss Bai gradually became interested.

"Playing dice?"

"Yes. ”

Boss Bai fell into silence, and Xiaohuo didn't dare to speak.

"Is the loss big?"

"There are hundreds of millions of dollars lost. ”

"His chips weren't recovered?"

"Yes. ”

Boss Bai nodded and said, "It seems that he is not here for money." ”

"Yes, yesterday at the night market, we brought back a man who came for this person. ”

"Oh, do you know what the relationship is?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just that in this person's hand, there is a Yuan blue and white porcelain vase, and it is said that this Boss Wang likes it very much. ”

Speaking of this, Xiaohuo hesitated for a moment and said, "It's just ......"

"But what?"

According to Zhou Yunsong, this Yuan Qinghua is a fake. ”

"Fakes?"

Boss Bai laughed and said, "It seems that this is an interesting boy, tomorrow, you will go to him to discuss the matter of buying and selling cucumbers, and if the price is raised by five yuan, you should apologize for the day before yesterday." ”

"What?"

Xiaohuo's eyes widened, and he said, "Our casino has lost hundreds of millions of funds because of him, so let him go like this, and apologize to him?"

Xiaohuo was unconvinced, if it weren't for the presence of Young Master Wu Xiaojun today, he would definitely leave the boy who didn't know the height of the sky.

"Huh!"

Boss Bai chuckled lightly and said, "This son is deeply loved by Wu Lao, so what if we should sell Wu Lao a face?"

Wu Lao?

Xiao Huo's eyes froze.

Yes, this kid himself is close to Miss Wu Xiaohong, and he knew Wu Lao before, and today he is with Young Master Wu Xiaojun, so it seems that behind him, I am afraid that there is really the great god Wu Lao.

Gradually, Xiaohuo somewhat understood what Boss Bai meant.

"Hehe, besides, this kid is quite extraordinary, and we may not be without surprises when we make friends with him. ”

"However, his cucumbers have become famous, and there are not many people who are afraid of red eyes. ”

"It's okay, those little people, just try this kid's catties. ”

"Yes. ”

......

Wang Yang definitely didn't expect that one of his crises would be resolved because of Wu Xiaojun, who he met unexpectedly.

At this time, he had just taken out the worn-out Yuan blue and white porcelain vase and looked it up and down carefully.

"Brother, this fake blue and white porcelain vase is the power of faith?"

Luo Jian rotated around the tabletop, carefully looking up and down, no matter how he looked at it, this worn-out porcelain vase couldn't see anything unusual.

"Of course, this Yuan Qinghua is not a power of faith, but it is a treasure that dresses up for the power of faith. ”

As he spoke, a drop of crystal-like liquid condensed in Wang Yang's hand.

"This is, Ziyang Spiritual Liquid?"

Luo Jian exclaimed.

The mystery of Ziyang cucumber, Wang Yang has already told him that it is all the magic effect of Ziyang spiritual liquid.

"Brother, didn't you say that there is not much spiritual fluid?"

"It's not much, there were only three drops in total before, this is the second drop, and there is one drop, he has to make a foundation, and he can't use it. ”

As he spoke, Wang Yang dropped the spiritual liquid in his hand onto the broken porcelain bottle.

Suddenly, I saw that the entire porcelain bottle was burning with a blazing purple light.

"This ...... This is?"

Pointing to the porcelain bottle that had already burned with a blazing flame, Luo Jian's face was full of surprise.

"The power of faith is formless and formless, it is the essence of the condensation of people's spiritual thoughts, and only the gods, or in other words, the truly extremely strong can receive it with strong spiritual power, and can refine it with a strong idea. ”

Wang Yang looked at the porcelain bottle that was burned by the purple light flame, and said: "My strength is far from enough, my mind is far from being refined, but the purple yang spiritual liquid is made of condensing the essence of the sun, and it has supreme power, which can not only allow plants to evolve, but also burn and refine faith power." ”

As he spoke, Wang Yang stopped talking, just watched quietly.

Ziyang spiritual liquid is really not much, with the help of adventure relics, a total of only three drops of spiritual liquid, before, in order to save the cucumber, one drop has been used, and there must be a drop of the base, light yì must not be moved, otherwise the foundation is unstable.

In other words, this drop of spiritual liquid is already the last drop, and once it fails, then he will really face an energy crisis.

Finally, in the great anticipation of the two brothers, the purple light flame gradually extinguished, and the dilapidated Yuan blue and white flowers had disappeared, leaving only three droplets with a golden luster, quietly condensing into the air.

"It's worthy of being a divine object, suspended in the air, not seen with your own eyes, it's hard to believe. ”

Looking at the three droplets in mid-air that exuded a golden luster, Luo Jian's expression was sluggish.

"yes, it's just a pity. ”

"It's a pity?"

Luo Jian was stunned, turned his head, looked at his cousin, and asked, "What is a pity?"

"Is it a mortal thing that can hold a bottle of faith?"

Luo Jian was stunned.

The power of faith is such a divine thing, can it be filled with mortal things?

"That ......"

"There is no way, my strength is not enough, I can only consume a drop of Ziyang Spiritual Liquid to refine, under the incineration of Ziyang Spiritual Liquid, it is difficult to preserve it with the quality of the old Yuan blue and white porcelain vase. ”

As he spoke, Wang Yang waved his hand and took away the three drops of faith spiritual liquid in mid-air.

"I'm going to retreat, and I want to know how much a drop of faith can do. ”

With that, Wang Yang walked directly towards the backyard.

"Sister, do you know? I saw a master today, a real master. ”

Kelaifu Restaurant, Wu Xiaohong's exclusive office on the top floor, Wu Xiaojun pushed open the office door and shouted loudly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wu Xiaohong withdrew her fist, took a towel to wipe her sweat, and asked.

"Sister, I went to Tianlong Casino today and saw a real master, who played with the dice in one hand. ”

"Oh!"

Wu Xiaohong was not surprised that her younger brother went to Tianlong Casino, she was curious about the master who could be called a god by her younger brother.

"What kind of magic is it?"

"He can clearly know the number of points no matter how the dice are shaken, you say, is he a god?

And, let me tell you, he said it himself, he was a poor family before, and today is just the first day to play in the casino. ”

"What?"

Wu Xiaohong's calm face was colorless.

"Did he really say that, the first time playing?"

"Of course. ”

Saying that, Wu Xiaojun looked at his sister cautiously and said, "Sister, you say, is he a master of that level?"

Hearing this, Wu Xiaohong became short of breath.

Trying to calm down for a moment, he said: "Generally speaking, there are only two kinds of people who can accurately guess the number of dice.

The first kind of people are the real gambling gods, they have been immersed in gambling for decades, a pair of ears, and have long been trained to listen to the wind and distinguish the position, this kind of people, for ordinary people, is the real gambling god, but for us, we don't have to take it to heart.

But if it's the second kind of person, then we have to be careful. ”

"You mean, the kind of real masters?"

Wu Xiaojun couldn't believe it, his eyes widened.

At this time, Boss Bai watched Xiaohuo leave, and he couldn't calm down anymore.

"Are you the kind of master who cultivates mental power?"