The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Without understanding Qingyuan's superior demeanor, Ding Yuan was already ready to start cutting stones.

At this moment, everyone was staring with their breath in their hearts, fearing to miss every detail. If you know that this is something that was only auctioned off for ten thousand spirit stones, the value in it might be immeasurable.

Ding Yuan was very satisfied with the expressions of the people, transporting his strength, screamed, and slashed towards the original stone.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the stone skin shattered to the ground, and some of the stone skin even shot into the faces of others.

From this point of view, we can know that Ding Yuan and Chen Fan are not even the same.

Not only the control of power, but also...betting on rocks.

The smoke dissipated and everyone was covered.

"Huh? Where's the Lingshi?"

With the first unbelievable voice, everyone pulled their necks and looked towards the original stone. It was gray and gray. It was just an ordinary stone...

"Impossible, sell ten thousand spirit stones back to a big stone?"

At this moment, Ding Yuan only felt that the world was spinning, with an incredulous color in his eyes, he smashed the big rock in front of him, let alone a spirit stone, and Mao didn't see one.

Sitting dejectedly on the ground, Ding Yuan cried again, very miserable. Those who heard it were sad, and those who saw it wept.

The purchase of 10,000 Lingshi for a stone will probably spread throughout Qingyang City before tomorrow, and the Ding family will also become the laughing stock of everyone, so after Ding Yuan returns home, he is afraid that he will not be stripped.

With a reserved smile on his face, Chen Fan slowly walked to Ding Yuan's side, took out the handwritten notes that the other party had tried hard to set up from his arms and shook it before Ding Yuan's eyes.

"Then Dashao Ding, shouldn't he keep his promise?"

Ding Yuan noticed the look in Chen Fan's eyes, as if suddenly thinking of something, and pointed at him and shouted: "It's you. You robbed the rough stone first. Why did you cheat me!"

Now Dingyuan is almost hysterical, like a child who has been robbed of a toy.

On the other hand, Chen Fa still had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was still thinking about it carefully for a while before saying: "Really? Maybe I missed it..."

When this remark came out, everyone burst into laughter. No one can tell now that Chen Fan is in Keng Dingyuan, but at the same time, there are also some people with deep thoughts who feel fear from Chen Fan's performance.

Looking back on the previous scenes, what Chen Fan did was simply perfect, playing with everyone in applause. This method was simply sensational.

The most dignified in the crowd may be the humpbacked old man. In fact, the only people present were him and Qingyuan, and Chen Fan, who were bright-minded, and he naturally knew Chen Fan's actions.

Sighing, he secretly said that he was afraid that he had encountered a rival, and what was even more terrifying than his rival was how old is Chen Fan?

Sixteen years old!

The future growth space is simply limitless.

Looking at the writings in Chen Fan's hand, Ding Yuan finally reluctantly handed over the lower-grade spirit treasure long sword, and at the same time watched Chen Fan take the spirit treasure that originally belonged to him into the storage that originally belonged to him. In the bag...

Looking at the vicissitudes of life when Ding was away, Chen Fan said quietly: "Welcome Ding to continue gambling with Chen when he is free. I will tell you what I lack."

Ding Yuan staggered in the distance and ran away as if to escape.