Lu Zhishen looked at Mr. He proudly with his head held high, so everyone had to shift their gaze to him again.
"You talk about immersing yourself in the art of stone cutting for countless years, but I think it's all in vain." He continued to curse.
Feng Qingyang smiled and thought to himself what a straightforward man he was. Such people are stubborn and will not beat around the bush and will say whatever they want to say. However, they are most likely to offend others and bring themselves fatal disasters.
I originally thought he was very smart, but now it seems that Feng Qingyang was thinking too much.
“Tell me about it…” Mr. He replied with a gloomy face. His eyes were like water and gave off an extremely cold look, but to Lu Zhishen, whose cultivation level was as high as the middle stage of foundation building, his look was nothing.
He just scratched his huge bald head and said with a smile: "This eight-winged God-killing Bee is a growing monster, but it cannot transform. It is said that it can grow to sixteen wings, and only then can it truly kill gods!" Looking at the surprised eyes of the crowd, he finally laughed triumphantly.
"Compared to your 'Soul of Heavenly Crystal', this Eight-winged God-killing Bee is much more useful. It is a powerful weapon. With its eight wings, even the ancient giant Jindan Great Power can't do anything to it~"
Lu Zhishen continued, and then walked towards Feng Qingyang's treasure bowl, first took back his own spirit stones, then took out the part he should get according to the proportion, and then threw the treasure bowl to Feng Qingyang.
"The Red Devil is worthy of being the Red Devil~" After finishing, he said this happily, making the people around him want to slap him to death immediately.
"Duoduo~Can you understand the intention of this eight-winged God-killing Bee?" Feng Qingyang blurted out directly. He had a suspicious look on his face. The more he looked at Qian Duoduo, the more amazed he was. He thought that the person in front of him must be an extraordinary woman.
Qian Duoduo held up the eight-winged God-killing Bee in her palm and turned around on the spot. Her face flushed with excitement and she said, "Yeah~ Don't you want to see who I am?"
This eight-winged God-killing Bee was cut out by Feng Qingyang, so it should belong to him. However, he did not dare to touch the Eight-winged God-killing Bee. Although he was not afraid, he did not want to suffer the painful paralysis. Since it chose Qian Duoduo, he would just treat it as a favor, so that he would feel better when he went to participate in the City Lord's marriage proposal and leave in the future.
"Mr. He, I won this round by luck. There are two more games to come. How do you want to compete?" Feng Qingyang put away the spiritual stones in the treasure bowl. He was so happy. Originally he was a pauper, but now he has turned into a rich man.
"Hmph!" Old He snorted coldly without answering, but walked to the other side of the desk. He looked at the various stones on the desk, and suddenly a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Although it was hidden very deeply, Feng Qingyang still saw it.
"If you want to harm me, you don't have that ability!" Thinking of this, he looked at Mr. He again.
"I want to make a big bet with you!" Mr. He suddenly looked up, his face flushed, and the bad luck from losing was gone.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang immediately replied: "What kind of gambling method is this!"
Old He waved his hand, and two top-quality pieces of the same size appeared in his hand.
"I want to compete with you in stone cutting and carving skills!" As he said that, he threw the top-grade spirit stone towards Feng Qingyang with one hand.
"Stone cutting and carving?" Feng Qingyang took the high-quality spirit stone thrown to him by Mr. He and looked at him in confusion.
Although he had inherited the "Art of Formation", he was only doing it spontaneously when it came to stone cutting. When he heard what Mr. He said about the art of stone cutting and carving, he knew nothing about it.
He Lao frowned and looked at Feng Qingyang, but seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, he said, "This stone carving requires a subtle move, and it's all about beauty. I see that you also seem to understand subtle moves, so I want to learn from you about carving techniques~"
After hearing this, Feng Qingyang finally understood. It turns out that stone cutting is also related to carving. He was puzzled, but since the other party had already raised the challenge, how could he not accept it
Looking at the high-quality spirit stone in his hand, and then looking back at Qian Duoduo who was still excited, he suddenly had an idea.
"If I lose this round, then there's no need to compete in the third round..." This time he said it with full confidence, as if he was sure of winning. On the other hand, Feng Qingyang looked indifferent.
"Not only that~ If I lose, I will never step into the gambling stone shop again..."
It was a shocking remark that set off a thousand waves of excitement. Even Feng Qingyang did not expect him to say such a thing and was quite shocked.
"Could it be? Could it be that he has some other tricks up his sleeve?"
Everyone was speechless. Looking at Mr. He's righteous look, it didn't seem like he was joking.
"How do you want to compete?" Feng Qingyang asked in a deep voice, remembering the murderous intent that flashed in his eyes before.
Hearing this, He Lao waved his hand and threw a stone cutter to Feng Qingyang, saying, "It's very simple, just carving, let's see who can carve the most beautiful thing!"
"Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple. Of course, there is a time limit." As he said this, he flipped his hand again, and half an incense stick was firmly inserted on the table.
"Everyone bear witness, when this stick of incense burns out, the world will end!"
As he spoke, he looked intently at Feng Qingyang, a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes, and then he quickly waved the stone cutting knife in his hand.
Looking at Feng Qingyang, he was indifferent. Holding the top-grade spirit stone in his hand, he was thinking about another thing in his mind.
When Mr. He brought up the art of stone cutting and carving, he felt that this person looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember who he was. He saw clearly the murderous intent that flashed in his eyes before, as if he had a great hatred against him.
He didn't know this person, so how could there be such a big hatred? He couldn't figure it out. When he looked at the half incense stick burning quickly, he shook his head and began to swing the stone cutter in his hand.
"Who is he? His eyes look so familiar!" He shook off the doubts in his mind and looked at Qian Duoduo beside him. He saw a girl wearing fiery red leather armor and with a delicate little face. She was extremely beautiful, but the only flaw was that her smooth neck did not have any embellishment.
"Embellishment?" Feng Qingyang suddenly thought of something, something that all women like very much.
The spirit stone in his hand was about the size of a palm, so he swung the stone cutter and cut it into five pieces. When the spirit stone was cut, a rich spiritual energy immediately hit his face.
He thought for a moment, picked up the piece in the center, and began to rub it gently with his rootless fingernails.
In just such a short period of time, half an incense stick had almost passed. Looking at Mr. He, the spirit stone in his hand had gradually revealed a silhouette, and it was clear that it was the shape of a woman.
But when he looked at the outline closely, his heart was suddenly filled with stormy waves!