"Oh, come in with me?" asked Feng Qingyang knowingly.

"Hmph!" I saw Qian Duoduo pinching his waist with both hands and pursing his pink lips.

"Miss Ben is going to go in with you, what's the matter?" he said and glanced at Feng Qingyang proudly.

"Sure enough, it's a second carry!" Feng Qingyang muttered, no longer teasing her, turned around and grabbed her shoulder and said: "I'm not going in to play, this place is mixed, it's better not to go in." ”

At the moment when Feng Qingyang put his hands on her shoulders, Qian Duoduo's body trembled slightly, and his face was red to the base of his neck, for some reason, she was always out of shape in front of Feng Qingyang.

And if anyone dared to speak to him or touch her body, the end would be miserable, for her father had said that no one but his future husband was to touch her, and that she would die!

However, but for Feng Qingyang, she can't feel a little disgusted in her heart, on the contrary, there is an inexplicable sense of heartbeat.

She didn't know why, maybe it was the wind that saved her in the last crisis, maybe he didn't take advantage of the fire, maybe it was sympathy after learning about his past......

"Then let's go in!" Feng Qingyang patted his forehead helplessly, even though he was the peak of the early stage of his strength, but there was no way to take this unruly and cute Qian Duoduo.

Originally--it was meant to be killed!

The two glanced at each other, Qian Duoduo quickly avoided it, and pushed him into the stone block workshop with a push and kick in Feng Qingyang's puzzled eyes.

After coming in, the wind is clear and only feels a flower in front of him, and there are pavilions and pavilions all around, but nothing can be seen at the gate, and the feelings are unique.

There were many insiders, but most of them were people in the early stage of foundation building, and the monks in the late stage of qi refining basically didn't see it.

The wind is clear and walks around in it casually, no matter where he goes, there will always be a fiery red follower behind him, who else is there besides Qian Duoduo?

His flamboyant red hair is particularly attractive, and some people may not remember his appearance, but they have all heard of the name of the Red Devil.

The one who killed two thousand monks in the early stage of foundation building in one fell swoop in the audition battlefield.

He has the lost inheritance of the "Formation Technique", and he also knows the spell technique of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, and even the secret void drawing talisman that is not passed on.

With his arrival, many good people began to whisper, some people had heard that he could cut stones, and he also had an extremely strong skill in cutting stones.

Feng Qingyang ignored the whispers around him, grabbed a person and asked the direction of the blockage, and then squeezed through the crowd and stepped forward.

"He's going to cut stones, let's go see ......"

"It's said that the art of cutting stones is very powerful!"

"Who is he?"

"Cut, the famous Red Devils don't know?"

"The one who single-handedly killed 2,000 early foundation building monks?"

“......！”

Qian Duoduo, who was following behind, listened to these whispers, and suddenly snorted dissatisfiedly, looking at everyone with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and those gossips suddenly closed their mouths.

"How can the city lord Qianjin be with the Red Devil?"

"It is said ......!"

Finally, after walking for a full cup of tea, Feng Qingyang finally found the place to cut stones, only to see that there were significantly fewer people here than in the previous place.

This stone shop is different from the stone block in the Night Ghost Market, the stone block here is a large trading place, as long as you have spirit stones, then you can buy anything.

On the contrary, the people who block the stone here are extremely rare, because the price of the stone blocking here is extremely expensive, and the bet needs to pay one hundred spirit stones, which is for the average monk in the early stage of foundation building, unless he tightens his belt, he will not want to cut it once.

And...... Even if you have spirit stones, you may not be able to cut out treasures, and over time, there will be fewer people here, and even people watching the excitement are very rare.

Feng Qingyang stepped forward, only to see a few people gathered together in twos and threes to point at the stones on the desk.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the stone-cutter on the side, Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he walked forward quickly, only to see everyone's eyes looking at an old man who was nearly seventy years old.

It seems that cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building.

"It is worthy of He Lao, he can even cut out the 'dragon grass'. ”

"That's ...... He Lao is a famous stone cutting master, a pair of discerning eyes to identify countless strange stones, nine out of ten cuts. ”

"He Lao ......"

"He Lao?" Feng Qingyang heard the sound and looked carefully, only to see that the old man was holding a blooming 'dragon grass grass' in his hand at the moment, and he beckoned the manager on the side to take it away.

Then he shuttled between various strange rocks. There was a faint glint in his eyes.

Looking at his eyes and the steps under his feet, Feng Qingyang's eyes shrank suddenly, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Big Dipper?" he whispered to himself, creeping up towards him.

As everyone knows, after he entered the place where the stone was blocked, He Lao also discovered him.

I saw He Lao suddenly stop at a strange stone, pointed to the strange stone on the desk and said, "Do you know what kind of stone this is?"

Everyone stepped forward and looked at the strange stone that He Lao said carefully, and they were gossiping, but they couldn't say why.

Feng Qingyang was curious, and he also followed the crowd, because he was a Red Devil, and easily squeezed everyone away.

I saw that the stone was as big as a grinding plate, and it stood firmly on the desk in the shape of a diamond.

Feng Qingyang was puzzled, but if he looked at the appearance, he couldn't tell what kind of stone it was, so he stretched out one hand and gently brushed the surface of the strange stone.

"Start with the cold ...... Such as nephrite...... but within it is the heat that radiates it. Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, but small words flashed quickly in his mind, these small words were nothing else, they were some introductions in "The Art of Array Path".

"The Art of the Formation Path" includes all things, and everything related to the array is recorded in it.

When he was about to speak, he saw that He Lao was staring at him tightly, and his gaze seemed to be a little unkind!

"This is the two heavens of ice and fire!" Seeing that Feng Qingyang was about to speak, He Lao, who was standing on the side, hurriedly spoke.

Sure enough, as he spoke, everyone's attention was once again focused on him.

I saw him say: "What is the two heavens of ice and fire, look at this strange stone." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and brushed his palm: "Don't look at this strange stone that doesn't look very good, but it's a rare volcanic stone." ”

"Volcanic stone?"

"Not bad...... A strange rock born in the volcanic magma absorbs the hot gas and condenses in the extremely hot magma, and the surface produces a unique cold air, which can be kept from melting but not frozen. ”

"And what's in there?"

"Watch me cut stones!"