Ye Fan laughed and said: "Ziweijiao is really good at doing business, selling scraps as strange stones."
"You can't say that. The Origin Stone industry has always been like this. You are willing to fight or suffer. Besides, the price we sell for this scrap is not very high." Zhao Fa smiled.
"As expected, he bought this stone just because it was cheap. It's really too much. He underestimates me, the Wind Clan."
"How can this be done? It's too much!"
The group of Wind Clan people who had always had a bad feeling for Ye Fan, and the very radical young people were very angry at this time, and many of them showed contempt, stared at him angrily, and were filled with anger.
Ye Fan ignored these people. The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan was about to have his birthday. He didn't want to cause unpleasant things with these people. He just made up his mind to pay back their three million kilograms as soon as possible, otherwise he would always be exposed.
He smiled, glanced at Zhao Fa, and said, "I deeply admire Ziwei's teaching business. But sometimes it is these inconspicuous stones that can cut out divine objects."
"Then do you dare to cut it open?" a disciple of the Wind Clan sneered.
The smile on Zhao Fa's face did not diminish and he said: "I have already heard that Brother Ye's magic is amazing. Why don't we cut it open on the spot and let us open our eyes."
"I originally wanted to give you a piece of Origin Stone, which is full of suspense and left to Lord Wind Saint to play with. Since you all want to see it, I will just cut it open."
Ye Fan stepped forward, without taking out the silver knife, and directly cut the stone skin with his fingers, like a magic blade peeling tofu, and the stone dust fell to the ground.
Here, there are some young and talented people. When they saw someone cutting stones, they started talking, which attracted people at other tables to look here. Many people paid attention to this place for a while.
"Chi"
Ye Fan shook his fingers lightly, and the black stone was completely cracked. He obviously didn't want to waste time and wanted to peel it off directly.
"Is it really rare? Judging from his nonchalant look, I'm afraid it won't be something priceless."
"The master of Origin Technique is very careful when cutting stones, but he was shocked. It's really special, and it doesn't seem like a way to treat rare treasures."
Ye Fan smiled and asked Zhao Fa: "Brother Zhao, what do you think you can cut out?"
Many people fell silent. Zhao Fa shook his head and did not dare to say anything more. He knew that Ye Fan's Origin Technique was powerful. Since he dared to cut open, he would probably have a certain degree of confidence.
"Brother Ye, let's cut it open and let the facts speak for themselves."
"Crack"
Ye Fan knocked lightly, and the black Origin Stone cracked, and the stone skin kept falling down, and then the dazzling light shot up into the sky, making many people shed tears.
"Divine Source!"
"It contains divine origin!"
Everyone exclaimed that a rare divine source was actually cut out of a piece of leftover material. This made them marvel that the source master had the power to turn decay into something magical.
Zhao Fa's face was a little stiff. He said it himself. This was a piece of stone skin left by the Ziwei Cult after cutting out the divine source. He didn't want someone to cut out the divine object again. His face was burning, as if he had been slapped.
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"It actually cut out the divine source..." The disciples of the Wind Clan were also stunned, not expecting such a result.
Since there is a sacred object, why didn't Ye Fan cut it out? Wouldn't it be more glamorous to give it away like that? This puzzled them.
"There is no suspense when a master of Origin Technique sends the source. Only the rare stones are of the highest quality and worthy of being treasured." An old man sighed softly and revealed the truth.
"Crash!"
All the stone skin fell off, and dazzling light shot out, like a golden sun hanging in the sky, which most people could not look at.
The divine source can hang in the air, never sink, and is gorgeous and colorful. This magnificence makes everyone's heart beat. Its value is too great.
All holy places are extremely eager for the divine source, because it has endless magical uses, which involves immortal legends, and many great religions spare no effort to collect it.
Whether a holy place is powerful or not is closely related to the amount of divine source it contains. Ordinary monks cannot understand it, but they know that it is extremely precious.
"It is worth three hundred thousand kilograms of pure source. This gift is too heavy." Someone exclaimed, this piece of divine source is as big as half a human head.
Even though the gifts given by other Holy Lords were nothing more than this, as a junior figure, Ye Fan gave such a big gift, which was considered very heavy.
"No, there is something in the source, and there are traces of splendor overflowing, something terrifying and sacred!"
People soon discovered the anomaly, that there was something else in the source, and that mysterious energy was flowing out.
Ye Fan was surprised. He didn't find any abnormality when he selected the stone. He just thought it was a piece of divine source. It was enough as a birthday gift. He didn't want to find any mystery after cutting it out.
A piece of broken dragon horn, only two inches long, with golden light flowing and flashing colors, emitting terrifying fluctuations, and at the same time, an extremely holy and mysterious aura overflowed.
"The divine object contains treasures!"
"Is that... a dragon horn?"
Many people exclaimed, they felt a kind of supreme pressure overflowing, and they couldn't help but want to worship.
As time goes by, this terrifying coercion becomes more intense and shocking.
At this time, many guests looked at it together. The divine light soaring into the sky had already alarmed everyone, even those who were at the Holy Lord level looked at it from the main hall.
"This is the sacred horn of the ancient royal family!" Finally an old man recognized what it was.
At this time, the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan and other important figures were alarmed and came over personally to look at the divine object that looked like a dragon's horn in the divine source.
The ancient kings were invincible in heaven and on earth. They were all humanoid creatures and invincible. It was difficult to encounter opponents in the ancient times. Their numbers were extremely rare.
People in later generations don't know much about them. They all got the information from the dusty source stones and ancient mines. Now they are shocked to see such a divine object.
"That's right, this is the sacred horn born by the ancient royal family. It can split the sky and split the earth. It is a peerless divine object!" A saint-level figure praised.
"The supreme kings of the ancient times are comparable to the great emperors of the ancient times. The holy horns they were born with are the essence and the most precious. They are the supreme holy objects used to sacrifice soldiers."
“Although it’s just a small piece that broke off, it’s still extremely valuable and can be considered a generous gift!”
Several holy masters discussed it like this, and they all spoke highly of it, which made everyone even more surprised. Zhao Fa looked ugly, never expecting such a result.
Their Ziwei sect missed the divine object, which made him want to vomit blood. It was just a piece of scrap material, but something even more precious was actually cut out.
Fenghuang and some of the Wind Clan's disciples looked shocked. The black stone given by the other party was actually precious this time, and it had such "connotation" that they were stunned.
"This is not only a sacred weapon for refining weapons. Grinding it into powder can also cure all poisons. It has endless magical uses for tempering flesh and blood!"
These big shots admired it very much. It was conservatively estimated that the value of this two-inch-long sacred horn was over two million kilograms of pure source. As soon as this number was announced, there was a gasp of air and everyone was shocked.
Even Ye Fan was startled. He had not originally intended to give such a precious divine object, but everything was unexpected.
"This gift is too heavy, I can't accept it." The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan looks like a middle-aged man, with a majestic appearance, black hair like a waterfall, and deep, powerful eyes.
Ye Fan smiled and said: "You gave me three million kilograms of gold without even frowning. This is nothing, but please accept it."
"Okay, otherwise, I would appear to be hypocritical." The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan nodded, and at the same time, he cared about his injuries and asked someone to send him a few life-sustaining pills.
At this time, the children of the Feng Clan were all speechless and speechless. Feng Huang's younger brother Feng Lie came over and said with a playful smile: "Brother Ye, give me a strange stone sometime."
Ye Fan glanced at him and was deeply impressed by this once cheap brother-in-law, so he beat him up when they first met.
Then, this guy was very different. If he wanted to go to Miao Yuan, he had to be dragged along and let him lead the way. He was so good that he couldn't laugh or cry.
Ye Fan chatted with him all the time, and Feng Huang shouted angrily not far away: "Feng Lie, come here!"
Li Heishui stood by and said with a smile: "If you don't leave, Xiao Liezi, I will make the decision for Ye Fan and give you three strange stones."
"Really or fake?" Feng Lie's eyes flashed.
"Of course it's true. Don't forget that it was the two of us who carved out many rare treasures and stirred up endless troubles in the Northern Divine City. You still don't believe me?" Li Heishui said with a smile.
"Okay, I won't leave. I'll get along with you from now on." Feng Lie sat here unable to get up, and turned a deaf ear to Feng Huang's words.
"Feng Lie..." Feng Huang glared at him from the side. He was as graceful and beautiful as a fairy. At this time, his anger had a different charm.
"Sister, don't be mean to me, I'm an adult now." Feng Lie muttered.
The other children of the Wind Clan couldn't stand him. They didn't expect that he was so spineless that he would get together with Ye Fan, which made many of his cousins itch with hatred.
Fenghuang pointed at him, turned around angrily and left without saying anything more.
Next to them, all the saints and saints were speechless. They felt that Li Heishui was too wicked. Is there anyone who could be so irritating? This was because he was deliberately trying to grudge against the Pearl of the Wind Clan and drag her brother into trouble.
"Brother Ye, do you really want to kill yourself?" The Holy Son of Zifu suddenly said, his face was dull, but Ye Fan knew that this person had no good impression of him.
Because he once suppressed the Holy Lady of the Purple Mansion, there were many rumors when he was in the divine city, saying that the innate Holy Body Taoist Fetus might be born, this matter made the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion very worried.
"That's right, I have to make a decision within half a month. Time and time do not wait for me. Life is short. I don't have time." Ye Fan nodded.
Many people have strange thoughts. Even if Ye Fan cultivates himself and becomes a mortal, it will still be of great value. Judging from the strange stone he just gave, it is worthy of the efforts of all the major religions to win over him.
"You short-lived ghost, it seems that you won't live for a few days, and it will be difficult to change your cultivation by killing yourself." The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King strode forward, his eyes full of wildness and coldness, and his majestic body was filled with divine light.
As oppressive as a mountain, he said: "Since you don't have a few days to live, I'll take action in advance, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have the chance to kill you!"
"Are you eager to die?" Ye Fan said coldly.
"This world is no longer suitable for people like you to practice. Even God wants to destroy you with the great way. I will take action on behalf of God and send you on your way!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was quite arrogant, with golden eyes.
Full of cold murderous intent.
"Have you forgotten that I broke your bones last time?" Ye Fan chuckled.
"Last time I tied myself up, this time I'm going to crush you like a bug and make you shed every last drop of blood!" The Golden Winged Peng King's voice was deep and powerful, extremely powerful.
"It seems that this battle between you and me is inevitable. Let's leave the Eight Hundred God Island and don't cause trouble for the birthday of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan!" Ye Fan stood up.
"Just what I want, I can't wait to tear you to pieces!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King showed his wildness, and his golden pupils were as scary as knives, saying: "I will chop off every inch of your flesh and blood, and trample your bones.