Belvedere, the streets were lined with sacred blue trees with luxuriant branches. When he got up, he found that both the Holy Land and the ancient families had stone gambling shops in this ancient city.
"It's better to try your luck at Gambling Stone Square. Maybe you can get some news." Now, he only has five thousand kilograms of source left in his hand. If he wants to break into the third level of the Taoist Palace, he will need ten thousand kilograms.
Source is what he needs most. He has been studying the Source Book carefully. Once he has mastered it, he will enter the Holy City in the Northern Territory.
"Cultivation is a big problem..." Whenever he thinks about the need for massive sources, he gets a headache.
He obtained the magic of cultivating a single secret realm from the remains of ancient sages. He has been trying these days, but the speed of this kind of cultivation is too slow.
Originally, his pursuit of the source was no longer so urgent, but after seeing this result, he had to consider again, maybe a two-pronged approach was needed. A single secret realm must be cultivated, and the source must also be fought for. If he can break into the four-pole secret realm, there may be
A better choice.
"It is difficult to cultivate in a single secret realm, and the results are slow. But I am in urgent need of strength. It seems that I must find a way to gather the source and enter the third heaven of the Dao Palace first."
Ye Fan chose and chose, and entered the "Qishifang" opened in Yaoguang Holy Land. This is a garden, covering an extremely large area, filled with sacred blue trees, entwined with ancient vines, and verdant flowers and plants.
The scenery is very beautiful, and the piles of stones have become part of the garden. It is not monotonous at all. It does not look like a place where stones are cut, but more like a garden.
Ye Fan decided to keep a low profile. He didn't want to gamble with others on stones, so he bought the stones directly, then put them away and took them back to cut them himself, so as not to cause trouble.
Yaoguang's Qishifang is really large, with an eighteen-large courtyard, a garden style, and pleasant scenery.
Many people are gambling here, but after they disperse into various courtyards, it doesn't seem so crowded. On the contrary, it makes the place very peaceful, and it is a complete enjoyment to stroll among the beautiful scenery.
Ye Fan was speechless. After he came in, he walked around and found that there were indeed no "white men" coming and going. Anyone who dared to enter the Holy Land to gamble on the stone shop had a certain identity.
It didn't take long for him to meet some so-called elders, the son of the leader, etc.
The Holy City has great attractions. The royal family of Zhongzhou and the great powers of Beiyuan have been there for a long time. It is natural that the stone gambling houses below can attract the surrounding monks.
Ye Fan remained silent, but he took action one after another. In the blink of an eye, he had entered the seventh-level courtyard and spent 500 kilograms of resources to put the mountain-like stone into the jade bottle.
Buying stones in this way without cutting them on site naturally aroused some people's ideas. Some people even regarded him as a fat sheep and came over to ask for a bet on the stones.
"Okay, no problem, but I don't bet on small things. If you want to bet, it must be more than a thousand pounds." Ye Fan responded.
Qianjinyuan, the lowest level of the small sect's entire wealth is just like this. Although there are many people from medium-sized sects here, they don't dare to gamble for thousands of catties.
Such a bet may end up weighing thousands of pounds. After all, this is not a holy city, and there is almost no such big deal.
After not being disturbed, Ye Fan continued to select materials. He once again bought two thousand kilograms of stones and put them into the jade bottle. Then he entered the thirteenth floor courtyard.
The courtyard on this level is covered with vines, and many stones are buried underneath. It is very quiet, and there are not many people choosing the materials.
Ye Fan selected dozens of pieces, and then his eyes lit up. He saw a piece of stone as black as ink, with pits and pits, as if it had been eaten by insects. It looked very much like black jade, and sometimes extremely precious stones could be cut out.
Strange source of exotic species.
He walked over quickly, but at this moment another figure appeared, waved his hand, and swept away with divine light.
"Why did you steal my stones?!" Ye Fan was a little angry.
This person must be in his thirties, with a bloated figure and a rosy face. He is wearing a Taoist robe and has a smiling face.
When he saw the man's appearance clearly, Ye Fan was stunned for a while. It turned out to be the wicked Taoist priest Duan De.
He was quite surprised. He never expected to meet him here. He was even more certain that something must have happened here. Otherwise, it would not be such a coincidence that many people rushed here.
Especially this damn fat man, the dragon is very mysterious. Wherever he is, there must be a lot of chance, otherwise he would not be able to appear.
"Damn fat man, do you understand that it's a first-come, first-served basis? Why are you trying to steal my stones?" Ye Fan gritted his teeth, thinking of the past, he wanted to put his own shoe sole mark on this damn fat man's face.
"The poor man took it first." Duan De replied with a smile, looking harmless.
Although Ye Fan wanted to kick him a few times, he had to hold back because this damn fat man was so extraordinary.
I once dug up the ancestral grave of Wu Dao, the fifth largest bandit in the Northern Territory, and found that he was still alive and kicking and was beaten to death. Then I crossed the void to the Southern Territory and was thrown into the Tomb of the Demon Emperor by several big shots. As a result, he entered and exited nine times. Still not dead.
Now, he has crossed the void and returned to the Northern Territory. Judging from his appearance, he is shiny, plump and moist, and he is obviously living a very comfortable life.
"Little brother, didn't you just say that you won't bet if you don't have Qian Jinyuan? How about I bet a few times with you?" Duan De said with a smile.
Ye Fan got angry when he saw him, and he looked like he was in need of a fight no matter what, and said: "Okay, I'll bet with you." He couldn't get what he wanted, and really wanted to win all the fat man's trousers.
"Pindao doesn't have a thousand pounds, but..." Duan De said.
"But what, there is no source of thousands of pounds, what are you betting with me?!"
"If I lose, I will sell you a piece of news worth tens of thousands of jin." Duan De said, and said a Taoist number, looking like a master of Taoism.
"Damn fat man, I have never seen such a greedy person like you. If you lose, you still want to ask me for ten thousand kilograms of resources. The news must be deceived." Ye Fan wanted to slap him, but this unscrupulous Taoist priest was too It's immoral.
"Monks don't lie." Duan De said with a serious look: "Everyone with a keen sense of smell will come to Belvedere because there are priceless treasures here."
"What?" Ye Fan asked nonchalantly.
"One of the nine secrets is very likely to be found here. I know important clues about this secret." After the unscrupulous Taoist priest finished speaking, he said with a red smile: "Are you betting?"
Ye Fan was suddenly shocked. He didn't believe that Fatty would give him any valuable clues, but it was very possible that there really was one of the Nine Secrets here.
Otherwise, why would Ji Haoyue, Ji Ziyue, Wu Zhongtian, Yao Xi, and Duan De all show up together? Maybe others will arrive too.
"You are..." At this moment, Yao Xi appeared. She was as graceful as a pearl. She walked into the courtyard and stared at the unscrupulous Taoist priest.
"You are Taoist Master Duan!" Yao Xi was slightly startled but quickly regained his composure.
This is Qishifang in the Holy Land of Shaking Light. It is normal for her to appear here, and Ye Fan is not surprised.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I have met the Saint."
"Sister Yao Xi..." Just at this moment, a crisp voice came. In another courtyard, Ji Ziyue walked like an elf in purple, smiling, followed by Ji Haoyue, the God King.
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