"What is the Grandmaster of the King Realm?"

Guan Ruohe asked puzzled.

She is still young, and in the era of her birth, king-level figures have withdrawn from the stage of history. In her impression, the Xuanjing Grandmaster and the Magic True Man were already the top existences.

Bai Su walked for a long time before he said to himself:

"It is almost an existence between gods and mortals, in front of the royal realm, no matter how many Xuan Realm and real people are in vain, I can't imagine that Daytime Painting has the opportunity to meet this kind of character."

His face suddenly became solemn, and he said in a rare tone:

"My Bai family has dominated Miao Xinjiang for 130 years since the end of the Qing Dynasty, and now I know such power, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse."

At the same time, in an unknown cave, the billowing black gas turned into a fierce dragon churning and lingering, and behind the black gas, a black figure suddenly rushed out, volleying into the air, and all the plants and trees in its path withered and lost its vitality.

He stopped in mid-air, and there were layers of sound in the sky that stretched for miles, resounding through the clouds.

"Who is it, who dares to destroy my Heavenly Ghost Sect, who is it!"

The black-robed man had a cold face, and in addition to his pale complexion, he was actually quite handsome.

A pair of eyes are like stars in the night, dazzling.

The next time, with the sound of the wind breaking through his clothes, he flew through the air, drawing a trajectory between heaven and earth, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Above a dense forest, he stopped, just flicked his sleeves and brought up a violent wave of qi, rolling up the grass and trees within a radius of dozens of zhang, and then stretched out his right hand, and the palm of his palm was black and swirling, like a black hole.

Click, click, click-

Under the impetus of this majestic force, the earth suddenly cracked, and the blood flickered, as if some wild beast was about to break through the ground.

"Here comes the knife!"

With a clear sound, the earth shook violently, and a wisp of blood shot out backwards, soaring into the sky, and fell into the hands of the black robe after a bloody streak in mid-air.

"Sixty years later, I don't know what has become of this world."

The Crimson Devil Knife hummed incessantly, as if it couldn't wait to drink human blood.

At this time, Chu Yi and Wu Qing had already arrived in Yangon, the capital of Myanmar.

He accidentally found a spirit stone at the Heavenly Chosen Ceremony, and this trip was to find the spirit stone vein.

As for the Bai family, they are already completely under the control of daytime painting.

"Hey, what are you doing here, do you want to gamble on stones?"

Wu Qing pursed his lips and asked.

Chinese people like to collect jadeite, so in the eyes of Westerners, jadeite is also regarded as the "national jade" of China. Because of its abundance of high-quality jadeite stones, Myanmar has also become a distribution center for many gambling stone merchants in China.

As the saying goes, "one knife is poor, one knife is rich, and one knife is torn linen", in this circle, some people get rich overnight and reach the pinnacle of life, but more people lose their family wealth and lose their money.

Even so, there are still thousands of people who flock to this place for the dream of getting rich.

Chu Yi didn't speak, his eyes glanced for a week, and then shook his head, all the jade here were genuine jade, and there was no spirit stone he was looking for.

"Let's go, look elsewhere."

As soon as he turned around, a man in his mid-fifties greeted him.

"Are the two of you here to gamble on stones, we just got a batch of rough stones here, they are all old pit species, do you want to try your luck, maybe you can make a lot of money."

He saw that Chu was born and young, and he thought that he was a rich second generation who came out to have fun, so he thought about making a lot of money with it.

"Okay, okay, it looks like fun."

Without waiting for Chu Yi to refuse, Wu Qing agreed, took Chu Yi's hand and walked inside.

She has stayed in the Heavenly Ghost Sect since she was born, and she rarely has the opportunity to go out, and she can't help but linger a little when she comes to the outside world of flowers.

Chu Yi's head was suddenly full of black lines, and he endured it but still didn't speak.

On the contrary, Wu Qing stopped and pouted:

"What are you afraid of, the great master of the dignified King Realm, Taishan Beidou of Huaxia Martial Arts, I'm still afraid that I will eat you."

Yangon is the capital of Myanmar and one of the largest distribution centers for jadeite rough, with large and small fields scattered here. People shouted and shouted, and it was a lively and extraordinary scene.

Chu Yi and Wu Qing walked into the arena and shocked them even more. As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of people.

Some traders bought a batch of rough stone and brought it back to China to be sold again, while others chose to gamble and cut it on the spot.

When the ice, glass, and imperial green were revealed, they were ecstatic, and once they found out that it was bricks, they lost all their money.

"Dude, try your luck, I haven't opened today."

The middle-aged man persuaded.

Chu Yi swept his mind and immediately saw through the essence of each stone.

For ordinary people, at present, in addition to some special equipment and instruments that can assist in gambling stones, others need to rely on the accumulation of experience. But I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet. No matter how powerful the gambling stone master is, there will be times when he looks away.

But Chu Yi is different, his eyes are comparable to the fiery eyes of the Monkey King, and every piece of stone is visible in his eyes.

Which rough stones are fake, which ones are bricks, and which ones are ice species and imperial green, you can see them all.

"Try it, try it, you have money anyway."

Wu Qing instigated.

In fact, this thing loses nine out of ten, and she is also a little cautious, just to see this great master of the King Realm lose face.

"Okay, that's it."

Chu Yi pointed casually and threw out a wad of dollars.

In the corner, a piece of material that could not be more ordinary lay quietly, and it was inconspicuous compared to those who opened the skylight to reveal the water.

The boss saw that it was a palm-sized stone, and was immediately a little disappointed, the rough stone has been lying here for nearly two years, has been uncared for, originally thought that it could not be sold for a price, but when he saw the thick banknote, his eyes lit up.

"Sure enough, it's a stunned young man, who will not kill you."

The boss laughed to himself.

"Uncle Mao, look at the Mao Shi that person chooses."

Not far away, a young woman wearing an English sun hat asked.

The old man in the tunic beside him just swept slightly, and then shook his head and said:

"It's just general, this kind of goods is for people who have just entered the industry, even if it is not brick material, you can't make a few dollars."

Uncle Mao expressed his opinion.

He has been immersed in this way for almost fifty years, and since he cut out a piece of top-grade imperial green with hundreds of millions of dollars at a price of one million, he has become famous, and has accumulated a net worth of hundreds of millions over the decades. It is claimed that he can distinguish the quality of the wool with his nose. The material in his hand is rarely blinded.

"Seeing that he is so generous, I think he is also a loser who took the family's money out and squandered it."

The woman chuckled, and then chose a rough stone that looked good, and when she hesitated, the old man named Uncle Mao nodded slightly, and she paid immediately without saying a word.

"Cut it for me."

The woman commanded.

As soon as I heard that someone was making a cut, the people in the field all gathered around.

After all, it was still early in the morning, and the venue was not really lively, and many vendors were still haggling.

Under the guidance of Uncle Mao, the workers operated carefully.

When that small patch of sunny green came out, the crowd suddenly let out an exclamation.

"Ouch, look at this ironclad must be A goods, look at this stone tendon, absolutely full of green!"

"Tut-tut, this head is also sufficient, properly high-quality."

Everyone praised each other, their eyes showed a look of envy, and the woman couldn't help but show her face.

"Yes, yes, it's better than I thought."

Seeing the completely cut material, even Uncle Mao, who was accustomed to seeing big scenes, also let out an exclamation.

"I've cut out three bracelets from these ingredients, maybe I can have a few more egg noodles."

"It seems that there are no three million that can't be earned, and I made ten times as much at once!"

At this moment, a group of people also gathered not far away, all clasping their hands, for a good time.

"What's going on?"

She put down the freshly cut rough stone in her hand and walked over, parting the crowd, and saw a man dressed in white with an indifferent face, while the worker was carefully opening the material.

It was the palm-sized rough stone from before.

"Heh, there's nothing wrong with this kind of thing."

A middle-aged man sneered contemptuously.

When he saw the old man in the tunic coming over, he immediately hugged his fist:

"Uncle Mao, I didn't expect you to be there."

Uncle Mao nodded, then looked at the original stone, and immediately smiled indifferently.

"No, it's bricks, let's go."

He turned and left.

The woman glanced at Chu Yi sympathetically, shook her head and followed.

At this moment—

"Imperial Green! It is the imperial green of the glass kind! ”

Someone shouted!

At this moment, almost the entire crowd gathered around, and the small palm-sized rough stone was like an elf, shining with a warm brilliance in the early morning light.

Whether it is a woman or Uncle Mao, their faces have changed greatly.