Nie Huan did not really want to commit suicide. If he wanted to die, Liu Wuxie would not be able to take his dagger away.
As long as you don't die, you have a chance.
These eight words lingered in Nie Huan's ears for a long time.
Liu Wuxie was right, as long as he didn't die, he would have a chance to turn around.
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to gamble with Ge Hongyi again.
But he misunderstood Liu Wuxie's meaning. As long as he didn't die, he would indeed have a chance to turn over, instead of relying on gambling.
Nine times out of ten you lose.
Nie Huan still had time to stop.
Ge Hongyi put away the thumb-sized fairy crystal, looked at Nie Huan, and sneered: "Isn't it time to hand over your weapons?"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless eyes from all around turned to Nie Huan.
In this round, Nie Huan lost.
Nie Zheng, Meng Yi and others had already stepped forward, fearing that Nie Huan would commit suicide.
Nie Huan reluctantly took out his natal fairy weapon, an extremely delicate crossbow, from the storage ring.
The moment I took it out, there were countless compliments from all around.
"What a beautiful crossbow. It is indeed a product of the Tiangong clan."
A peak Immortal King, with a look of admiration on his face. Every weapon of the Tiangong Clan is not only powerful in attack, but also full of beauty.
"I am willing to pay 10 million to buy this crossbow!"
Someone made an offer on the spot and planned to buy the weapon from Ge Hongyi.
Nie Huan lost, and the crossbow belonged to Ge Hongyi.
"I'll pay 20 million!"
A low-level Immortal Lord spoke, and the price doubled.
"I will give you three fairy crystals!"
From a distance, a cold voice came, and everyone turned around and glanced, including Liu Wuxie.
Three immortal crystals, worth thirty million immortal stones.
Normally, it cannot be measured this way. Three immortal stones can be exchanged for 30 million immortal stones, but 30 million immortal stones cannot be exchanged for three immortal crystals.
This is the difference, because the number of immortal crystals is too rare.
"It's the Wu Zhi clan!"
There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and Nie Huan's expression suddenly changed.
The Wushi Clan and the Tiangong Clan have always been sworn enemies. If the crossbow fell into their hands, the consequences would be disastrous.
Every race has its natural enemies. The enemies of humans are the demons, the enemies of the giants are the gophers, and the enemies of the Tiangong tribe are the black corpse tribe.
Nie Zheng and others were trembling, and Nie Huan also knew the seriousness of the matter.
They never expected that the Wu Zhi Clan was also in the Chaotic World.
The Wu Zhi tribe member walked through the crowd, walked to Ge Hongyi, and took out three fairy crystals.
There are monks present who can take out three fairy crystals, but they will never take them out easily.
The weapons of the Tiangong tribe only have research value and have no practical value.
Most human beings do not have super mental power.
But the Wushi tribe is different. Their spiritual power is equally strong and not inferior to that of the Tiangong tribe.
The two races have been at war for millions of years, and there has always been no distinction between superior and inferior.
"Yin Li, I didn't expect you to come to the Chaos Realm."
Nie Huan said almost word for word. It seemed that they were no strangers to each other.
The Wushi tribe that came over was named Yin Li. He had just arrived in the Chaos Realm not long ago. Like Nie Huan and the others, he came to watch the stone gambling and gain more knowledge.
When I happened to see this scene, I immediately stood up and bought the weapons of the Tiangong clan.
"Nie Huan, long time no see."
A smile appeared on the corner of Yin Li's mouth, and three fairy crystals appeared in his palm, which were handed over to Ge Hongyi's hand.
"Nie Huan, the crossbow belongs to me now. Please take it out."
Ge Hongyi's eyes turned green when he looked at the three fairy crystals.
With the Immortal Crystal and the Sun and Moon Treasure Jingzhi, his cultivation can be raised to the level of the Immortal Lord.
Ninety percent of the monks who enter the realm of chaos and experience are in the Immortal King realm.
Those who have reached the Immortal Realm are the top executives of each major sect and generally do not appear easily.
The Immortal King is a hurdle. How many people are stuck at the Immortal King level?
Only those who reach the Immortal King level are considered elites, and they just step into the threshold of elites.
More than 70% of the monks who come to the Chaotic World have stagnated in their cultivation and try their luck in the Chaotic World.
The remaining 30% came here to look for some treasures and strive to break through to the Immortal King Realm as soon as possible.
Nie Huan looked at the crossbow in his hand, which would soon fall into the hands of the Wu Zhi tribe. His heart was bleeding, and boundless killing intent filled the air.
The crossbow in his hand felt Nie Huan's murderous intent and emitted a dazzling luster.
"Nie Huan, what are you going to do?"
Ge Hongyi had seen the power of Nie Huan's crossbow and thought he was going to take action in public.
The luster on the crossbow gradually dimmed, and Nie Huan let out a deep sigh.
"That's it, that's all, you guys can go away. I am a sinner of the Tiangong clan and I have no face to go back."
After Nie Huan finished speaking, he wanted to hand over the crossbow.
Ge Hongyi was about to reach out, but was stopped by Liu Wuxie, and the crossbow fell into Liu Wuxie's hand.
"Boy, mind your own business."
Ge Hongyi was furious, and the terrifying power of the Immortal King crushed Liu Wuxie.
Nie Huan was stunned, he was ready to commit suicide again.
Even if he dies, he will not allow the crossbow to fall into the hands of the Wu Zhi tribe.
"I'll make a bet with you!"
Liu Wuxie knew that if he didn't stand up, Nie Huan would become a criminal in history.
Including Nie Zheng and others, they will all be punished by the Tiangong clan.
They had helped him, but Liu Wuxie couldn't bear to watch them die.
"What qualifications do you have to bet with me? Get the crossbow quickly."
Ge Hongyi was furious and was about to take action after speaking, but Nie Zheng stopped him in front, preventing Ge Hongyi from getting closer.
"As long as you defeat me, this crossbow belongs to you. If you lose, the crossbow belongs to me."
Liu Wuxie said with a smile, remembering that Ge Hongyi also used this trick in the beginning to deceive Nie Huan. He was just treating him in his own way.
"It's really ridiculous. This crossbow already belongs to me, and you actually used my things to gamble with me. Do you really think I'm a fool?"
Ge Hongyi sneered twice, of course he could hear the ridicule in Liu Wuxie's words.
"Add my life."
Liu Wuxie has nothing else on her body now, so she cannot take out the blood-drinking knife and the spirit-burning treasure jar.
As long as he takes it out, his identity will most likely be revealed.
When they heard that Liu Wuxie wanted to gamble their lives, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Bet your life!
It's not that it never happened, it just rarely happens.
"Boy, you are seeking death. I win. The crossbow belongs to me, and so does your life."
Ge Hongyi licked his scarlet lips. If he did not agree to the bet, Nie Zheng and the others would not willingly hand over the crossbow.
"let's start!"
Liu Wuxie returned the crossbow to Nie Huan and took the first step towards the rough stones.
Yin Li looked at Liu Wuxie with a smile and did not speak. In his opinion, Liu Wuxie was just seeking his own death.
"Who is this kid and why does he want to help the Tiangong clan?"
Many people looked at Liu Wuxie blankly, as they did not recognize him.
In the past month, few people have set foot in the chaotic world, and even if they come, they may not know him.
Only the monks who attended the Dongxing Island banquet that day had seen Liu Wuxie's true appearance.
"This kid is calm and composed, does he really have a chance of winning?"
Liu Wuxie behaved very calmly from beginning to end, so calm that it was a bit terrifying.
This is not in line with common sense. He is only an eighth-level immortal. In the face of life and death, he can actually
Be so calm and calm.
No matter in the past life or in this life, the Tiangong clan was kind to him, and he couldn't just sit back and ignore it.
In full view of everyone, Liu Wuxie walked among the rough stones.
I neither took a look at the original stone nor looked at it carefully. I just came closer and smelled it.
The appearance is a bit weird, but everyone has become accustomed to it, after all, it is about their own lives.
After some selection, Liu Wuxie finally locked in a rough stone worth 100,000 immortal stones.
With such a low price, it is difficult to cut fairy crystal.
"Isn't this kid just a fool? He doesn't know how to pretend to understand. This rough stone is average in terms of color and appearance. Why choose it?"
There were murmurs of discussion all around. The rough stone Liu Wuxie chose was indeed too ordinary.
And it's not big, only about half the size of a basin.
The bigger the rough stone is, the higher the probability of cutting it into fairy crystals, and of course the price will be more expensive.
The smaller the rough stone, the lower the probability of cutting it out, and the price is relatively cheaper.
This is something that everyone recognizes, so Liu Wuxie chose this rough stone, which made many people even doubt whether he came here to die on his own initiative.
Ge Hongyi selected very slowly, and kept tapping with the small hammer in his hand.
After a stick of incense, the selection by both parties is over.
"Brother Nie Zheng, please pay the price."
Liu Wuxie picked up the original stone and walked towards the cutting area. He didn't have a single fairy stone on him.
"Hahaha……"
As soon as Liu Wuxie finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from all around, and Liu Wuxie was amused.
"This kid doesn't even have one hundred thousand immortal stones, yet he dares to come here and bet on stones. I really don't know how to write the word "death"."
Originally, many people sympathized with Liu Wuxie. After all, his cultivation level was not high and he was not too old.
Nie Zheng quickly took out the 100,000 Immortal Stone and handed it to Yu Jian so that Liu Wuxie could successfully cut the original stone.
This time Ge Hongyi selected a super large rough stone, the price of which was close to five million.
For the sake of safety, Ge Hongyi risked his life.
As long as he wins this game, he will still make a lot of money.
"Look at the rough stone that Ge Hongyi selected. It has a correct shape, bright color and clear texture. It is very likely that a high-grade fairy crystal can be cut out!"
The monks around were pointing.
Fairy crystals are divided into low-grade fairy crystals, medium-grade fairy crystals, and high-grade fairy crystals, with the best being the top-grade fairy crystals.
The two pieces Ge Hongyi cut before were both low-grade fairy crystals, of average quality.
The highest level is the Immortal Essence, which has not appeared in the Immortal World for many years.
Because Ge Hongyi's rough stone was huge, two members of the law enforcement team finally carried it over and placed it on the case.
"Which of you will cut first?"
one of the law enforcement team members asked.
In fact, it doesn't matter who cuts it first, the rough stone has been selected and the result cannot be changed.
"He comes first."
Liu Wuxie was not in a hurry and asked Ge Hongyi to come first.
Ge Hongyi had no objection and stepped aside, and the cutting officially began.
Under the gaze of everyone, the huge rough stone cracked bit by bit, and a large amount of gravel was scattered on the ground.
As everyone said just now, this rough stone is of excellent quality in terms of appearance, color, and texture.
Zhi Na was still praying secretly that nothing could be cut from Ge Hongyi's rough stone.
After waiting for about a minute to drink tea, Ge Hongyi's rough stone had been cut into one-third of its position, and there was still no sign of its spirit coming out.
