"Oh? Come in with me?" Feng Qingyang asked knowingly.
"Hmph!" Qian Duoduo pinched her waist with both hands and pouted her rosy lips.
"I just want to go in with you, so what?" She said this and looked at Feng Qingyang proudly.
"You are such an idiot!" Feng Qingyang muttered, and stopped teasing her. He turned around, grabbed her shoulders and said, "I'm not going in to play. This place is full of all kinds of people. You'd better not go in."
The moment Feng Qingyang put his hands on her shoulders, Qian Duoduo's body trembled slightly, and her face turned red to her neck. For some reason, she always lost her composure in front of Feng Qingyang.
Moreover - if anyone dared to speak to her like that or touch her body, the consequences would be dire, because her father once said that except for her future husband, no one else could touch her, otherwise they would die!
However, she did not feel the slightest bit of aversion towards Feng Qingyang. On the contrary, she felt an inexplicable heartbeat.
She didn't know why, maybe it was Feng Qingyang who saved her during the last crisis, maybe it was because he didn't take advantage of her misfortune, maybe - maybe it was because she felt sympathy for him after learning about his past...
"Then go in!" Feng Qingyang slapped his forehead helplessly. Even though he was at the peak of the early stage of zombie with extremely powerful strength, he had no way to deal with the unruly and cute Qian Duoduo.
Originally - originally there was murderous intent!
The two looked at each other, Qian Duoduo quickly dodged, and under Feng Qingyang's puzzled eyes, he pushed and kicked him into the stone archway.
After coming in, Feng Qingyang felt a flash before his eyes. There were pavilions and terraces everywhere around him, but he could not see anything at the gate. It felt like a different world.
There are many people inside, but most of them are in the early stage of foundation building, and there are basically no cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining.
Feng Qingyang walked around casually inside. No matter where he went, there was always a fiery red follower following him. Who else could it be except Qian Duoduo
His flamboyant red hair is particularly attractive. Some people may not remember his appearance, but they have all heard of the name of the Red Devil.
The vicious person who killed two thousand early foundation building cultivators in one fell swoop in the audition battlefield.
He inherits the lost art of "Arrays", and is also proficient in the Maoshan Zhengtian sect's art of talismans, and even the secret art of drawing talismans in the void.
With his arrival, many curious people began to whisper. Some people had heard that he could cut stones, and had extremely powerful stone cutting skills.
Feng Qingyang ignored the whispers around him, grabbed someone and asked about the direction of the stone blockage, then pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.
"He wants to cut stone, let's go and see..."
"It is said that the stone cutting technique is very powerful!"
"Who is he?"
"Tsk, you don't even know the famous Red Devil?"
"Is he the one who killed two thousand cultivators in the early stage of foundation building?"
“…!”
Qian Duoduo, who was following behind, heard the whispers and snorted in dissatisfaction. He looked at everyone with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and those who were gossiping immediately shut their mouths.
"Why is City Lord Qianjin with the Red Devil?"
"It is said that...!"
Finally, after walking for a whole cup of tea, Feng Qingyang finally found the place to cut stones. He saw that there were obviously fewer people here than in the previous place.
This Du Shifang is different from the Du Shifang in the Dark Night Ghost Market. The Du Shifang here is a large trading place. As long as you have spirit stones, you can buy anything.
On the contrary, there are very few people who block the stones here, because the price of blocking the stones here is extremely expensive. One bet requires paying one hundred medium-grade spirit stones. For ordinary cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, unless they tighten their belts, they can forget about cutting them.
Moreover... even if you have spiritual stones, you may not be able to cut out treasures. Over time, the number of people here has gradually decreased, and even the number of people who come to watch the fun is very small.
Feng Qingyang walked forward and saw a few people gathered in twos and threes, pointing at the stones on the table.
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from the stone cutter nearby. Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he walked forward quickly. He saw that everyone was looking at an old man who was nearly seventy years old with fanatical eyes.
Judging from his cultivation level, he is only in the initial stage of foundation building.
"As expected of Mr. He, he can even cut out 'Dragon Grass'."
"That's... Mr. He is a famous stone cutting master. He has a pair of discerning eyes to identify countless strange stones, and nine out of ten are correct."
"Mr. He..."
"Mr. He?" Feng Qingyang looked carefully after hearing the voice, and saw that the old man was holding a glowing 'Dragon Grass' in his hand. He called on the manager beside him to take it away.
Then he shuttled between various strange rocks, with a pair of eyes shining with a faint gleam.
Looking at his eyes and the steps he took, Feng Qingyang's gaze suddenly narrowed, as if he had discovered something unusual.
"Big Dipper Steps?" He whispered to himself and moved quietly towards him.
Little did he know that after he entered the stone-blocked area, Mr. He also discovered him.
He Lao suddenly stopped at a strange rock, pointed at it and asked, "Do you know what kind of rock this is?"
Everyone gathered around and looked carefully at the strange rock that Mr. He mentioned. They talked a lot but no one could explain it.
Feng Qingyang was curious and followed suit. Because he was the Red Devil, he easily squeezed through the crowd.
I saw that the stone was as big as a millstone and diamond-shaped, standing steadily on the table.
Feng Qingyang was puzzled. He couldn't tell what kind of stone it was just by looking at its appearance, so he stretched out one hand and gently brushed the surface of the strange rock.
"It feels cool to the touch... like soft jade... but it radiates heat from within." Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, but a series of small words flashed through his mind quickly. These small words were none other than some introductions to "The Art of Formation".
"The Art of Formation" encompasses everything, and everything related to formation is recorded in it.
When he was about to speak, he saw that Mr. He was staring at him closely, and his eyes - his eyes seemed a little unfriendly!
"This is a world of ice and fire!" Seeing that Feng Qingyang was about to speak, Mr. He who was standing beside him quickly spoke.
Sure enough, as he spoke, everyone's attention was focused on him again.
He said, "What is the meaning of ice and fire? Look at this strange rock."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and brushed his hand over it: "Although this strange rock doesn't look very good, it is a rare volcanic rock."
"Volcanic rock?"
"That's right... It's a strange rock that was born from volcanic magma. It absorbs heat from the extremely hot magma and condenses. A unique kind of cold air is generated on the surface. The combination of cold and heat keeps it from melting, but not freezing either."
"So what's in here?"
"Just watch me cut the stone!"