Lu Zhi looked at He Lao proudly, holding his head high, and everyone had to move their eyes to him again.

"What else do you say that you have been immersed in the art of cutting stones for countless years, I think you are in vain. He continued to curse.

Feng Qingyang smiled, and secretly said that he is a straightforward man, this kind of person is just a tendon, and he will not say anything about anything, but he is the easiest to offend others and bring death to himself.

originally thought he was very shrewd, but at the moment, it seems that Feng Qingyang is thinking too much.

"Tell me about ......it," He Lao replied with a gloomy face, his gaze was like water, and he released an extremely cold gaze, but for Lu Zhishen, who had cultivated to the middle stage of the foundation building of the Gundam, his vision was nothing.

I saw him scratch his huge bare head and said with a smile: "This eight-winged god-killing bee is a kind of monster beast that can grow, but it will not transform into shapes, it is said that it can grow to as many as sixteen wings, and then it can truly kill gods!" Looking at everyone's surprised eyes, he finally laughed proudly.

"Compared to your 'Heavenly Crystal Spirit', this eight-winged god-killing bee is much more useful than yours, this is a big killer, and the eight-winged one is helpless to even the ancient giant Jindan Great Power Realm~"

Lu Zhishen continued, and then walked to Feng Qingyang's cornucopia, first put his spirit stone back, and then took out a part of it according to the proportion, and then threw the cornucopia to Feng Qingyang.

"The Red Devil deserves to be the Red Devil~" After finishing the matter, he also said happily, making the people around him want to slap him to death immediately.

"Duoduo~ Can you understand the idea of this eight-winged god-killing bee?" Feng Qingyang blurted out directly, he looked suspicious, the more he looked at Qian Duoduo, the more surprised he became, and the person in front of him must be a strange woman.

Qian Duoduo held up the eight-winged god-killing bee in his palm, turned around in a circle, his little face flushed with excitement, and said, "Yes~ Don't look at who Miss Ben is." ”

This eight-winged god-killing bee was cut out by the wind Qingyang, and it stands to reason that it should belong to him, but he didn't dare to touch the eight-winged god-killing bee, although he was not afraid, but he didn't want to suffer from that painful paralysis, since it chose Qian Duoduo, then he should also treat it as a favor, so that it would be better to participate in the city lord's recruitment of relatives when he left in the future.

"He Lao, this game was won by luck, and there are two more games in the next game, how do you want to compare?" Feng Qingyang put away the spirit stone in the cornucopia, and his heart was simply happy, he was originally poor, but now he is also a rich man.

"Hmph!" He Lao snorted coldly and didn't answer, but walked to the other side of the desk, he looked at the various stones on the desk, and a killing intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, although it was hidden very deeply, it was still seen by Feng Qingyang.

"You want me to harm me, you don't have that ability!" thought of it, so he looked at He Lao again.

"I'm going to make a big gamble with you!" He Lao suddenly raised his head, his face was ruddy, and he said with a light because of the bad luck of losing before.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang replied: "What a gambling method!"

I saw He Lao wave his palm, and two pieces of the same size appeared in his hand.

"I'm going to compare the skill of cutting stone carving with you!" said that, with one hand, the high-grade spirit stone flew towards Feng Qingyang.

"Cut stone carving?" Feng Qingyang took the high-grade spirit stone thrown by He Lao and looked at him suspiciously.

Although he has the inheritance of "The Art of Array Dao", he is just reckless in cutting stones, and at this moment, he doesn't know anything about the art of cutting stones and carving when he hears what He Lao said.

He Lao frowned and looked at Feng Qingyang, but when he saw that he didn't seem to be cheating, he said: "This stone-cut carving pays attention to the subtle potential, and the spelling is beautiful, I look at Xiaoyou, you also seem to understand the subtle potential, so I want to learn from you about carving~"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang finally understood, and the feeling of cutting stones is also related to carving~ I wondered in my heart, but since people have already put forward challenges, how can he not accept it?

Looking at the high-grade spirit stone in his hand, after looking back at Qian Duoduo, who was still excited, he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"If I lose this game, then I don't have to try the third game......" This time he said with full confidence, and seemed to have the certainty of victory, but looking at the wind clearly, he saw that he didn't care.

"Not only that~ said that I lost, and I will not set foot in the gambling stone ......"

Stone shattered, a word aroused a thousand surfs, even if the wind was clear, he didn't expect him to say a word, and his heart was quite shaken.

"Could it be that he can't do anything?"

Everyone was also dumbfounded in their hearts, looking at He Lao's righteous appearance, it didn't seem like a joke.

"What do you want to do?" Thinking of the fleeting killing intent in his eyes before, Feng Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, He Lao waved his hand, and at the same time threw out a stone-cutting knife to Feng Qingyang and said: "It's very simple, it's carving, see who can carve the most beautiful thing!"

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that, and of course, it's definitely going to be time-limited. As he spoke, he flipped his hand again, and half a pillar of incense was firmly inserted on the desk.

"Everyone testifies that when this pillar of incense is burned out, it will be the end of the world!"

As he spoke, he stared at the wind Qingyang, and there was a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes, so he quickly danced the stone-cutting knife in his hand.

Looking at the clear wind, he was indifferent, holding the high-grade spirit stone in his hand, but he was thinking about another thing in his heart.

When He Lao proposed to cut the stone and carve it, he felt that this person had some acquaintance, but he really couldn't remember who it was, and the flash of killing intent in his eyes before, he saw it really, and it seemed that he had a great grudge against himself.

He didn't know this person, so how could there be such a big grudge? As he looked at the half-pillar of incense that burned rapidly, he shook his head and began to swing the stone-cutting knife in his hand.

"Who the hell is he? That look is obviously very familiar!" shook off the doubts in his mind, and looked at Qian Duoduo on the side, only to see a fiery red leather armor, a small face is very exquisite, it can be said to be extremely beautiful, but the only fly in the ointment is that the smooth neck is not a little embellishment.

"Embellishment?" Feng Qingyang suddenly remembered something, something that all women loved.

Looking at the spirit stone in his hand, it was about the size of a palm, so he shook the stone cutting knife, and immediately cut it into five pieces, and the spirit stone was cut, and suddenly a rich aura came to his face.

He pondered for a moment, then picked up the most central piece, deep in his rootless fingernails, and began to rub it subtly.

In just such a short time, the half pillar of incense has almost passed, and when he was looking at He Lao, the spirit stone in his hand had gradually appeared a trace of outline, and he could see it clearly, it was clearly a woman's appearance.

But when he looked closely at the outline, his heart suddenly turned upside down!