"Second brother, I haven't solved it yet, how can I know the winner or lose? If Master Wu really has such a magical skill, why should he be with you?"
Gan Jiuye smiled faintly.
Gan Feng smiled and stopped talking.
Master Wu is indeed not able to see it accurately every time, but the experience of the old Taoist is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Seeing that both sides had already selected the fairy source, Tong Baizhou smiled and said:
"Today, both sides are big shots, so I have invited my father out of seclusion and came to the imperial capital to price the Xianyuan of both sides.
I wonder if you two have any objections?”
Everyone was slightly surprised!
The leader of Yuchuan Pavilion?!
The mysterious golden elixir rarely appears on weekdays. He heard that he opened a cave in a place with abundant spiritual power in the Dagan Kingdom and was in seclusion for many years.
All the daily affairs were left to Tong Baizhou, but now he actually came to preside over the gambling stones himself?
Gan Jiuye and Gan Feng just learned the news, and a solemn look appeared on their faces.
Although the two were princes, they were not even building foundations, and they were still nervous when facing the Jindan monk.
Yuchuan Pavilion is a person who often talks with the royal ancestors. Even when their father, the emperor of the Dagan Kingdom, has to respectfully call himself a junior when he sees it!
Tong Baizhou's words fell, and after a few breaths, everyone felt a flash of eyes, and a figure had appeared beside Tong Baizhou.
"Father."
Tong Baizhou looked respectful.
"Meet Senior Tong!"
Whether it was the monks watching, Gan Jiuye, Gan Feng, Jue Wudi and others, they all saluted.
Fang Chen's soul quietly looked at the visitor.
The other party was wearing a plain white linen robe, without any extra decorations on his body, and even his hair was tied with a blue cloth strip.
His face is young, and he looks only over forty years old, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes, as if he has read hundreds of years of life.
"Tong Baizhou and Jue Wudi are monks of the Blood Spirit Cult. This person... is likely to be a monk of the Blood Spirit Cult."
Fang Chen's eyes were solemn.
According to the custom of the Blood Spirit Sect, the other party is likely to be the head of the Blood Spirit Sect arranged in the Dagan Kingdom.
Tong Hu nodded slightly, glanced at Gan Jiuye and Gan Feng, and said with a faint smile:
"You two have already chosen the immortal source?"
The two nodded quickly.
"Then let's start calculating, who first?"
Tong Hu smiled.
"Second brother, you are older, you should first."
Kanjiuyedao.
Gan Feng smiled, "Okay, I'll do it first."
He glanced at Master Wu, and Master Wu nodded slightly and began to solve the first immortal source.
This immortal source is wrapped with an arm.
With Master Wu’s familiar technique, the surface of the immortal source peeled off inch.
Everyone was so angry that they didn't dare to breathe, staring at Xianyuan with their eyes.
Soon, the immortal source was untied and a shriveled palm appeared in front of everyone.
"This is!?"
Everyone looked at each other.
This shriveled palm looks ordinary, with nothing special, and there is not much spiritual power flowing.
Master Wu frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Gan Feng.
"It's okay, horses stumble, and people are inevitably at odds."
Gan Feng smiled lightly.
Gan Jiuye showed a smile on his face. The opponent's first immortal source failed, which was extremely beneficial to him.
"This is……"
Tong Hu suddenly frowned and stepped forward to take the shriveled arm from Master Wu's hand.
Everyone was stunned.
Is this arm valuable too?
Gan Jiuye suddenly became a little nervous.
He subconsciously glanced at Fang Chen, and saw that Fang Chen was very calm, he breathed a sigh of relief again.
"The owner of this arm should have been a Jindan."
Tong Hu suddenly spoke: "The flesh and blood on it has abundant spiritual power, but you have not had enough cultivation and cannot notice it."
After saying that, he lit up lightly, and saw that his shriveled arms immediately became fleshy and flesh, as if they had just broken.
The violent qi and blood and abundant spiritual power kept flowing out!
"The flesh and blood of the Jindan monks have been baptized by the Jindan monks for many years and are condensed, which is completely different from that of ordinary monks. If an evil cultivator uses this arm to refine the elixir, it can also be used as a good medicine guide."
Tong Hu said lightly: "Value, five hundred low-grade spirit stones."
five hundred!
Master Wu's mouth raised slightly. He spent 400 to cut out 500, and had already increased by 100 low-grade spirit stones!
Gan Feng couldn't help but applaud and said, "Master Wu, you are still powerful."
"The second prince, I am just lucky. If I don't have the eyesight of Senior Tong, even if I cut out good things, I am not able to recognize them."
Master Wu said modestly, and flattered Tong Hu.
The first immortal source on the second prince's side had already increased, and everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on the Gan Jiuye side.
Gan Jiuye looked at Fang Chen: "Master Fang, which one do you think you will cut first?"
"It's better to cut the immortal source worth 4,000 low-grade spirit stones."
Gan Feng smiled strangely.
"Just this one."
Fang Chen pointed to the first immortal source he selected.
He wanted to see if this dead branch would recognize its origin.
Fang Chen personally calcified the stones, and everyone looked at them intently, whispering from time to time.
Tong Hu's eyes stayed on Fang Chen for a few breaths. He already knew about the person in front of him cutting out the medium-grade spirit stone some time ago.
"I can't see through the depth of my cultivation, and I have a magic weapon to calm my breath."
Tong Hu frowned slightly.
Even a golden elixir like him cannot see through the other party's cultivation, which means that the level of this magic weapon will not be low.
Master Wu smiled and looked at Fang Chen's every move, as if he was confident.
He relies on experience and strength.
The other party is purely based on luck.
The ending of this gambling stone has long been destined.
As the surface of Xianyuan peeled off one by one, a dry branch suddenly came into view.
Following closely behind was a surging force of wood like a vast ocean!
Everyone was stunned.
The power of the wood move has filled the entire Yuchuan Pavilion, and even the streets outside have begun to overflow.
When the experienced shopkeeper saw this scene, he immediately ordered the servant to close the door and then took people to Yuchuan Pavilion.
"Yuchuan Pavilion has uncovered something good again!"
"Come and take a look!"
Waves of monks poured into Yuchuan Pavilion.
However, Fang Chen was not affected by the outside world and was still gently untiing the immortal source in his hand. The small sword easily avoided the branches without hurting him at all.
"What is this!? Why is there such a strong power of wood running!?"
Gan Feng's eyes showed a touch of solemnity.
Master Wu's expression froze slightly, then he forced a smile and said, "It may be a spiritual medicine, it's okay, but his luck is better."
Gan Feng nodded slowly.
It would be fine if it was a spiritual medicine, even the best-grade spiritual medicine of the yellow level was only worth hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones.
Only when the elixir is refined into elixirs can it be truly valuable.
"Haha, Fang Jue, we're cutting up!"
Gan Jiuye was a little excited and grabbed Fang Jue and shook it a few times.
Fang Jue also smiled on his face, sighing in his heart that Fang Chen's luck was really good.
It didn’t matter if it rose sharply last time, but it also rose this time!
Soon, the complete dead branch was untied, and the power of the wood had completely dissipated. Just looking at this dead branch, it seemed ordinary.
Gan Jiuye's smile gradually disappeared.
Everyone looked strange.
Gan Feng couldn't help laughing.
"It turned out that it was just accumulating some wood power, but in fact this thing is not valuable."