Qing Shui's knife technique was very fast, the jade knife was sharp, and soon there was an ancient stone the size of a human head, at this time, except for the stone pattern or the stone pattern, there was not a single spiritual pattern appeared, and the slightest spirituality could not be felt.

"You can produce spirit stones, unless it's really atmospheric luck!"

Another Burning Sun Sword Sect disciple chuckled as he asked the monk on the side about the origin of the ancient stone and its origin.

Ten breaths later, only the fist-sized ancient stone was smashed by the young man, and there was nothing.

Two million lower grade spirit stones!

The frightened face twitched, and a wry smile was rarely revealed, the gambling stone is really not something that ordinary people can contaminate, he is now considered to be self-inflicted, two million spirit stones, he didn't buy anything, and he will be cut off after a few knives, if this matter is known to the old Taoist, he must pick his skin.

"Ten thousand-year-old golden jade sword bamboos, five altars of three-hundred-year-old jade elixir, worth two million spirit stones, tsk, this Taoist friend of Shushan, if you are willing, how about giving me a few plants." ”

"Yes, we can also give you one or two spirit stones to make wine money, why do you bother, haha!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but laugh loudly, his fists clenched in shock, his face was cold, and he was about to leave.

"Brother Shocking Wind!"

The frightened body was shocked, and he turned his head, but saw Wu Yue looking at him and smiling, and said: "There are five more pieces, why not try again, maybe, I gambled on stones for the first time, and I was lucky, and the five ancient stones selected were all treasures, and maybe I didn't know." ”

Wu Yue's eyes were clear, and he looked at the frightening wind steadily, and at the same time glanced at everyone slightly, and he remembered everyone's posture in his heart.

Hearing this, the wind couldn't help but light up in the eyes, and it seemed that he had some fantasies, but looking at the remaining two ancient stones, and the three pieces that Wu Yue coiled, he really couldn't lift his heart, these five ancient stones were so rotten that they almost all decayed, and they were afraid that they would break apart with a little effort.

"I still want to cut it, I really don't shed tears when I don't see the coffin, so that a person who has not built a spiritual platform foundation can choose ancient stones and build hope on illusory luck, it's ridiculous!"

"Yes, if I had chosen such a stone, I would have left at once. ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The five disciples of the Lieyang Sword Sect sneered one after another, and when they saw Wu Yue calling Senior Brother Shocking Wind, they naturally thought that he was a new disciple of Shushan, and felt that he was desperate to save face and did not want to lose face for the Shushan Sword Sect.

"Really?"

Even Ximen Fu shook his head slightly, and persuaded: "Two little friends, it's not that the old Tao is talkative, it's just that the old Tao has been guarding the stone palace for many years, although the stone is not as good as the Fang family, but this bit of eyesight is still there, and there are five pieces left, all of which are waste stones, and they will never be able to cut out half of anything. ”

Wu Yue sneered in his heart when he heard this, his face was unmoved, and he said lightly: "How much is a few knives, we have spent so many spirit stones, we always have to cut a few more knives, I can't say, I am lucky today, and it is not necessary to be able to cut out a few immortal stones and divine stones." ”

"Don't be ashamed!"

A disciple of the Lieyang Sword Sect couldn't stand it, and said: "I haven't seen a thick-skinned person like you, Elder Ximen has said that it is impossible for this stone to come out of anything, even a spirit stone is impossible, boy, if you don't want to lose your face in Shushan, just leave quickly, I heard that the drunken Daoist of your Shushan Sword Sect appeared in Xianshi, if you let him know, you two are afraid that you two will be disposed of by the door rules." ”

Wu Yue didn't even look at him, and even if he was misidentified, he didn't bother to say anything, just looked at Ximen Fu and insisted: "Just a few knives, cut it." ”

Ximen Fu frowned, a little unhappy in his heart, but he didn't say anything, just looked at the frightening wind: "Really?"

The frightened wind turned his head, glanced at Wu Yue, as if he understood something, nodded slightly, exhaled lightly, the corners of his mouth showed a slight arc, pointed to the last two ancient stones in front of him, and said indifferently: "Cut!"

"This kid is still not giving up, he really has to cut, don't you see that Elder Ximen is saving him a little face? If these few waste stones can cut out things, I am afraid that their immortal tomb in Shushan will be able to smoke. ”

"With such a broken condition, even if you can cut out something, it will only be one or two spirit stones at most. ”

In the stone palace, there were other monks around who looked at each other coldly, and concluded mercilessly that they all had a lot of background, and they often went to the stone palace stone workshop to cut one or two ancient stones, and they were quite insightful about gambling stones.

Ximen Fu shook his head and didn't say much, just waved his hand to let Qing Shui continue, the latter held a three-inch bronze carving knife, sneered, raised the knife in his hand, and quickly cut it along a stone pattern.

"Poof........."

A palm-sized stone robe fell off, the gray ancient stone fell to the ground, shattered into powder, everyone's expressions became colder, and some monks turned to leave.

On the one hand, the frightened wind was indifferent, standing side by side with Wu Yue, at this time, he let go of his thoughts, and seemed to have become less concerned about the result, only occasionally looking at everyone, and remembering all the faces of everyone in his heart.

The ancient stone is surrounded by dregs, just when everyone has secretly shook their heads, sneered and left, there is a female cultivator, I don't know when she arrived, born with a flower and moon appearance, fragrant body, a light blue long skirt, surrounded by water vapor, feet are not stained with dust, everywhere you go, the monks in the stone palace are shocked, subconsciously let out of a way.

The clear water continued to cut, the bronze carving knife, the blade was sharp, there was a green glow, although it was only three inches, but there was also a hazy aura overflowing, obviously it was also a spiritual weapon.

"Poof..........

The second knife fell, and only Qing Shui's light sound was heard, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"How is that possible!"

"There are spirit patterns!"

Many people exclaimed, and the five people of the Burning Sun Sword Sect were even more ugly, and they couldn't believe it.

I saw that after the broken ancient stone was stripped of the two stone coats, there were several bright cyan lines densely covered on it, layer upon layer, as if the silkworm spun silk condensed silk cocoon, filled with a strange magnificence, the entire stone palace aura boiled, and there was a cyan haze.

Ximen Fu was also shocked, and when he came closer, he was also incredulous, he glanced at it, and then looked at Wu Yue, who was still indifferent, and was suspicious, he faintly felt that the treasure cut out of this ancient stone was probably not a coincidence, and it was probably related to this kid.

Thinking about it in his heart, Ximen Fu showed a smile on his face, and sighed: "The two little friends, it is really fateful, the first time to gamble on stones, there is such an opportunity, the spirit pattern is like a cocoon, the aura is restless, there must be a treasure cut out, and it will definitely not be small." ”

"It's too ......... luck"

"If you are blind and meet a dead mouse, you can be considered lucky for that kid!"

Some people originally turned to leave, but at this time they turned back, the envy in their eyes is needless to say, gambling stones are like this, a knife is poor, a knife is rich, sometimes no matter how much experience, it can't compare to a moment of luck.

Outside the ancient stone palace, the group stopped, looked at the gambling stone scene in the hall, and looked at each other speechlessly.

(End of chapter)