"Bet! I don't believe you can really turn your fortune around!" Dongfang Xuan smashed out another purple crystal.
Dongfang Xuan kept the purple crystals for his own cultivation. In fact, he didn't have many in his hands, but he had a chance encounter not long ago and found five of them in an unknown cave.
"What if I lose?" Su Luo raised her lips and asked slowly.
"If you lose, just give me back the crystal stone!" Dongfang Xuan was still feeling the pain of the purple crystal stone that was taken away.
"Purple spar is a bet on purple spar. It's fair. Okay, I'll accept this bet, but now let's see what treasure corresponds to number 12." After Su Luo said this, she turned to the shelf.
Look up.
When Su Luo and Dongfang Xuan made a bet for the next game, Zi Yan had already run over excitedly to find the reward corresponding to this number.
"No. 12 is... eh, the image crystal ball." Zi Yan pointed into the transparent black ice mist, and turned back to look at Su Luo with a blank expression, "What is the image crystal ball?" Why didn't she seem to have heard of it?
Pass?
Su Luo reached in with both hands and carefully took out the transparent crystal ball.
The crystal ball has already been drawn by her, so at this time Su Luo's hand can penetrate the Xuanbing mist and take out the crystal ball with her own hands, which would definitely not be possible if it were someone else.
This crystal ball is as big as two fists combined, crystal clear, fluorescent like jade, and glowing with a gentle and moving light.
But Su Luo looked around and couldn't see the mystery, so in the end she could only shake her head: "I don't know either."
"Put the spiritual power in." The white-bearded old man, half lying on a wicker chair and resting, spoke at the right moment.
At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the image crystal ball in Su Luo's hand.
Su Luo thought for a while and decided to release it and have a look.
A gentle spiritual energy slowly poured into the crystal ball.
The originally white crystal ball gradually appeared like a picture as if turning on a television.
The sky is filled with beautiful flowers that are fluttering and falling one after another.
Under the Qionghua tree, two strong men held swords and danced under the moonlight.
The ethereal body, the graceful shadow, the ghostly speed of drawing the sword, and the fleeting teleportation shocked Su Luo.
"Oh my god! This swordsmanship, this figure, this, this is undoubtedly the legendary Lord Lingmei!" Luo Haochen screamed.
Lord Lingmei, once a peak saint-level expert, disappeared from the mainland hundreds of years ago, and no one has seen him again. But now, his figure appears on the image crystal ball!
"This is the legendary "Phantom Footwork"!" Dongfang Xuan was so shocked that his eyes almost dropped.
"According to legend, the phantom's footwork has been lost long ago, but I didn't expect it to be engraved in this crystal ball. This treasure is so rare!" Luo Haoming exclaimed repeatedly, staring at Su Luo with his eyes.
No one thought that the lost skills would appear so easily, and reappear in the form of images. What kind of luck does this stinky girl Su Luo have!
"Su Luo, what will it take for you to hand over "Phantom Footwork"?" Li Aochen asked impatiently.
This set of footwork is very consistent with his Kung Fu. If he practices the Phantom Footwork, I believe his strength will return to its peak in a short period of time.
"I'll offer you two pieces of purple crystal!" Dongfang Xuan started bidding directly.
"I'll give you three purple crystals!" Luo Haoming was not to be outdone. As long as he mastered the phantom footwork, his speed could reach the teleportation level and he could almost be unrivaled in the world. Wouldn't this person want to?