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After Jiang Feng left the Treasure Pavilion, he returned to the bustling streets of the Linglong Fantasy World and realized that there were even more people coming and going than two days ago.

"Hey hey, the stone gambling event is about to start. I'll have to trouble you to borrow it, borrow it!"

A cultivator loudly shouted, trying his best to squeeze in a certain direction, causing the surrounding people to feel a sense of disgust.

"Do you think that if you go alone, we won't have to go? Why should we give way to you?" Moreover, there's still an hour before the stone gambling event, why are you so anxious! " Some of the cultivators scolded, causing the crowd to lower their heads timidly.

"Stone gambling?" Jiang Feng's eyes flickered, and thought back to what Luo Qianqiu had said. He seemed to want to wait for him at the rock gambling event, and if he did not go, then he would think he was afraid.

"Coincidentally, I have a rock to cut as well." Jiang Feng touched the storage ring on his finger, he could vaguely feel the terrifying aura being emitted by the magic stone.

After following the crowd for a while, Jiang Feng arrived at a palace. This was a place to bet the stones, and was divided into three levels, the outermost level palace had low quality raw stones, the middle level palace had medium quality stone, and the innermost level palace had the best stone.

An average person would only dare to mess around in the first level palace because gambling stones was not a game that an average person would dare to play.

Jiang Feng glanced at it, and with great interest, he picked out a rock. After cutting it open, a multicolored light shone, and a strand of purple liquid flowed out.

The hall was in an uproar because this was the Purple Bell Milk, an immortal liquid that required countless tens of thousands of years to be nurtured. After drinking it, one's body would become stronger, and it would also have an obvious healing effect.

Many people looked at Jiang Feng with surprise in their eyes. This cultivator looked ordinary, but he actually cut out a strange treasure like the Purple Bell Milk in one go. He was truly powerful.

There were very few useless stones, as long as they were willing to spend money on them, they would be able to cut things out. However, the value of the things they cut out were not very high, so Jiang Feng dug out the Purple Bell Milk, in the eyes of some people, it was not considered strong, it was just luck.

Bang!

Jiang Feng made his second move, slicing open the stone that was as tall as a person. A green glow blossomed, and the crowd saw that within the stone grew a green grass that was a foot tall, swaying with the green glow.

"Grass growing in the middle of a rock, this is a rare treasure!"

This Taoist was too terrifying, he had attacked twice in a row and actually managed to hit all of his targets. He was truly an extraordinary person, if the first time was luck, then the second time was definitely not luck.

Even those people who thought that Jiang Feng was lucky changed their views, their eyes were filled with surprise, just what kind of background did this Spirit Dao cultivator have? Could it be that he had mastered some ancient secret technique, and even cut open a stone to obtain a treasure?

"Daoist Priest, I think you have some ability. How about we spar for a bit?"

A middle-aged man jumped out, and said to Jiang Feng with a sneer.

"Not interested." Jiang Feng shook his head, he was just playing around, he did not hope to cut anything, and even more so did not wish to compete with others.

"Are you not interested, or do you not dare to?" The middle aged cultivator asked, blocking Jiang Feng's path, showing his tyranny.

Jiang Feng's eyes instantly revealed a cold light, he had said that he was not interested, but the other party actually blocked his path, was this trying to force him to fight?

"How do you want to compete?" Jiang Feng suddenly asked.

"You and I will each pick a piece of ore. If the items you cut out aren't as valuable as mine, it shouldn't be too much of a big deal to give away one of your Primordial Divine Tree or Mysterious Ice Soul, right?" The middle-aged cultivator let out a cold smile. He didn't want his opponent to be lenient by taking out two treasures at once.

So it was just for this, Jiang Feng immediately understood in his heart. Presumably, the other party was at the Material Auction Hall and knew that he had obtained two treasures from the auction, so he wanted to make use of this chance to win over the treasures on his body.

"How can one be? If you win against me, I'll give you the two treasures." Jiang Feng said with a mysterious smile, causing the middle aged cultivator to be startled. He only wanted one treasure, but this Taoist actually wanted to take it all?

However, since it was like that, he would naturally not refuse. Without waiting, he immediately shouted: "Okay, this is what you said. If you are regretting it, don't blame me for directly snatching it away."

"Tell me what your bet is." Jiang Feng asked.

"If you win, I'll give you whatever you want. What do you think?" The middle-aged cultivator said confidently, not worried at all that he would lose.

"Fellow Daoist, I advise you not to compete, that person is called Huang Gui, a famous master of stone gambling in the Dao-Guzhou. Nine out of ten people were defeated by him, he lost all of them, he clearly came for the treasures on your body, if you lose, you will lose miserably." An elderly cultivator standing behind Jiang Feng tried to persuade him, afraid that Jiang Feng would fall for his trap if he didn't understand.

"Nine out of ten. It doesn't seem to be that great. Thanks, uncle." Jiang Feng smiled faintly to the old man, but did not slow down because of it.2

"Sigh, you youngsters are just too confident." The old man shook his head. In any case, he had already reminded him, so it was fine if this young daoist didn't listen.

"Daoist Priest, you have courage. You know my identity, yet you don't know fear. Next, I'll let you experience my extraordinary stone-gambling skills!"

After the middle-aged cultivator named Huang Gui said this, he took a big step forward and headed straight for a row of stones. His finger moved in front of him and a green light immediately shot out from his eyes, quickly sweeping through the few dozen stones.

This was a piece of ore priced at one million stellar stone s, it was around ten meters tall and its surface was smooth. From a damaged surface, one could vaguely see the pure jade inside.

It could be said that regardless of its value or the information it contained, this was not a simple ore. Most of the precious treasures were stored inside.

"This one!"

Huang Gui shouted confidently, turning his head to look at Jiang Feng. With a face full of pride, he said, "It's your turn to choose the ore."

Jiang Feng did not say anything, looked around, and finally walked towards a spectating cultivator. Seeing Jiang Feng walking towards him, the spectating cultivator's heart dropped, he did not know what this cultivator was planning.

"Oi, I said you wouldn't want to run away right? I told you, if you didn't choose the ore and just ran away, even if you lost, the Primordial Divine Tree and the Profound Ice Soul would still belong to me!" Seeing Jiang Feng's actions, Huang Gui shouted coldly.

Jiang Feng did not reply, but walked to the front of the cultivator and said calmly: "Please move out of the way."

The cultivator was startled, he did not understand what Jiang Feng was trying to do, but he still obediently walked to the side, wanting to see what the Spirit Dao cultivator was trying to do.

Just as the cultivator stepped aside, Jiang Feng looked at the tall bonsai in front of him and blurted out: "It's that one."

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