"How can you be so cruel at such a young age?" Old He said in a deep voice.
Then he walked over, looked at Feng Qingyang and Qian Duoduo and said, "I'm already very old, and it's not a pity for me to die. But it would be a real shame if you lost." As he spoke, he deliberately pretended to be compassionate.
Feng Qingyang sneered in his heart, but did not show any sign on his face.
He took a step forward, his momentum suddenly released, he looked around at everyone and said: "What Mr. He said makes sense, how about this, I will make a plan, what do you think, Mr. He?"
"Plan?" Old He frowned, not knowing what Feng Qingyang was up to.
"Best of three games. The first game is a bet of 100 medium-grade spirit stones. The second game is a bet of 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones. The third game..."
As he spoke, his eyes flashed with coldness, "In the third round, bet on your own stone-cutting hand! Mr. He, do you dare to bet?"
The shout of "Do you dare to bet" was so full of energy that it made Mr. He step back several steps, and even the onlookers were frightened.
"Good boy, you are looking for death!" Old He snorted in his heart.
"Why don't you dare to gamble?"
"But... but do you have spirit stones? Take them out for everyone to see first..." Old He crossed his arms over his chest, looking confident of victory. Since Feng Qingyang kept pestering him, he naturally didn't look happy.
"Yeah... If you want to gamble, you have to take out your spirit stones for everyone to see. Otherwise, what if you lose and have no spirit stones?"
"You are so powerful, and we won't be able to do anything to you even if you cheat..." The onlookers immediately started to make a noise, and even Qian Duoduo behind Feng Qingyang started to shout.
"Isn't it just a spiritual stone? I have plenty..." Qian Duoduo quickly took out a piece of top-grade spiritual stone and placed it in Feng Qingyang's palm, proudly raising his head and said, "What? Is it enough? If not, I still have..."
As everyone's eyes were about to pop out of their heads, he took out another piece, shook it in front of them, and put it back into the storage ring.
Gulp!
The onlookers all swallowed their saliva and stared at the scene.
Top-grade spirit stones! One piece of top-grade spirit stone could support their cultivation for a year. If it weren't for the fact that Qian Duoduo was the city lord's top talent, they would have started snatching it long ago.
"You..." Feng Qingyang looked at the top-grade spirit stone in his hand, his mind suddenly confused. Although his cultivation did not require this kind of spirit stone, he also knew that it was of extraordinary value. He couldn't understand why she wanted to give it to him.
Qian Duoduo smiled and said, "I am in a good mood. You comforted me before. This spiritual stone is my reward to you."
"Gudong!" Everyone swallowed their saliva again and looked at Qian Duoduo in disbelief. They cursed the prodigal son in their hearts and at the same time blamed themselves for not going forward to comfort him before.
After thinking about it, Feng Qingyang didn't refuse too much. He took the top-grade spirit stone in his hand, thinking that he would return it to her when he earned back the spirit stones.
So he stepped forward and looked at Mr. He, with a cold light in his eyes, he asked: "May I ask where Mr. He's spirit stone is?"
"Me?" Old He sneered. He might not be able to produce top-grade spirit stones, but he had countless other spirit stones. He had been hanging around in the gambling stone shop for many years, and he would cut out some treasures from time to time. These had already brought him a huge amount of spirit stones.
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a storage bag came out and fell steadily on the table.
"There are 10,000 low-grade spirit stones in this storage bag. Is that enough?"
"Hahaha~ Mr. He is really a generous person. Enough is enough!" Feng Qingyang laughed, and then changed the subject: "In fact, we can also bet..."
As he said this, he looked at everyone's eyes that were about to light up and said, "Let's all gamble together. That way it will be fun."
Then he snapped his fingers, and a black light flew out from the storage ring.
When the black light dissipated, a large black bowl was revealed. He said, "I call this bowl the cornucopia. Today, Mr. He and I are betting on stones. You can place your bets. I'll be the banker. The odds are 1 to 2. Do you dare to bet?"
"I dare... Why not?"
Everyone was already watching with great interest, and were scratching their heads when they heard Feng Qingyang say this. Immediately, they all smiled happily and took out their belongings and put them in the big black bowl.
"I bet that Mr. He will win. I'll bet ten low-grade spirit stones..."
"Ten low-grade spirit stones? I bet twenty low-grade spirit stones..." The crowd was noisy and suddenly exploded, and everyone started to place bets excitedly.
In terms of strength, even if they were combined, they would not be a match for Feng Qingyang. But since it was a bet and Feng Qingyang said it himself, no one would doubt it. After all, it was related to his credibility in the world of cultivation.
"Hey... wait... can I place a bet?" At this time, Qian Duoduo, who was behind Feng Qingyang, jumped out excitedly.
"You..." Feng Qingyang looked at her carefully for a moment and said, "Anyone here can do it, but you can't."
After saying this, he smiled. He has inherited the "Art of Formation", so he will definitely not lose these three games.
“You’re so proud... The Red Devils are bound to lose this time.” Someone in the crowd said disdainfully.
"That's right. With his mediocre skills, he wants to compete with Mr. He. Isn't this like a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon?"
"Hahaha... Look how badly he loses!"
Feng Qingyang, who was originally smiling, suddenly looked gloomy and stared around.
"It hasn't even started yet, don't be so sure, or you might be the losers!"
Then he looked at the pile of glittering spiritual stones in the black treasure bowl and said, "I'm afraid all these spiritual stones will be mine by then."
"Arrogant..."
Old He, who had been silent on the side, suddenly shouted in a deep voice. He had always reminded himself that as an elder, he should have the temperament of an immortal. But Feng Qingyang was so domineering when he came. He killed a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building in front of him, and wanted to compete with him in stone cutting skills. He had been furious for a long time.
"Now let's each choose a piece of strange stone, and then we'll see who can carve out the most valuable stone!"
Feng Qingyang said nothing, but still walked over as he was told. The two of them gathered around the pile of strange rocks on the table and looked at them carefully.
I saw a gleam of light in He Lao's eyes, and beams of light sank into the strange rock.
"Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils... This is actually Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils... We are sure to win!" The crowd cheered. With just this one move, Mr. He had completely defeated Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang looked over when he heard the sound, and sure enough, he saw Mr. He looking at the strange stone on the table with golden eyes.
"Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils, do you think you are the monkey that caused havoc in Heaven?"
His face was full of disdain, but he was secretly muttering in his heart. After all, he didn't cut stones often, and he was lucky enough to inherit the "Art of Formation" but he had never done any detailed research.
But this was the same as his previous archaeological work, which was nothing more than looking, smelling, asking and cutting. So he concentrated, ignored the noise from the outside world, and looked at the strange stone carefully.
“I choose this one!”