Tower Master Sikong Ya's words echoed on the eighth floor.
Almost all the monks were stunned on the spot, their heads buzzing.
Mine cores are divided into four levels: mortal, tiger, ghost and dragon.
Ordinary-level ore cores are rare and precious, while tiger-level ore cores are priceless.
As for the ghost-level mine core, it is rare in the world!
Even Sheng Yuan Bao Pavilion doesn’t have it in its inventory!!
This kind of treasure can no longer be exchanged for ordinary treasures. It usually only appears in the top auction houses and is auctioned as treasures at the bottom of the box.
boom!
The entire eighth floor exploded instantly.
"Ghost-level mine core? Didn't I dream?!"
"Oh my god! I actually witnessed the birth of a ghost-level mine core with my own eyes?!"
"It's really a ghost-level mine core! I also heard that the ghost-level mine core is like a ghost. It not only has extremely mysterious visions, but also has the initial birth of spiritual intelligence, so it attacks the stone cutter!"
"My heart...hurry up! Give me a heart-saving pill!!"
"Betting on Saint Anbulang is so terrifying that even ghost-level mine cores have been released!"
"From now on, Lord Saint Ann Bulang will be my god! I will put his portrait in my home, and I will kneel down and offer incense every day!" some fanatic fans shouted.
Countless monks were excited and enthusiastic, especially those who had already fallen in love with An Bulang. Their faces were red with excitement, as if they had cut a mine core themselves.
An Bulang took the ghost-level mine core into the ring very calmly.
Countless monks cheered for him and celebrated him.
At this time, An Bulang was the shining star in the entire Saint Yuan Tower, an invincible existence!
Several elders of the Saint Yuan Tower were already paralyzed on the ground, their eyes dull.
Sikong Ya's body was swaying, with tears in his eyes: "It's over... This time my Saint Yuan Tower really lost blood. There is actually a ghost-level ore core in the ore..."
The value of ghost-level mine cores is inestimable.
Sikong Ya is even willing to use all the ores on this layer to exchange for a ghost-level ore core!!
The girl wearing a bear hat was also shocked, staring blankly at the young man with a victorious smile. Surrounded by countless monks, he was dressed in white, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of moonlight, making him look particularly ethereal and mysterious.
Unpredictable.
What kind of man is this?
Even in the Shenlong Empire, at his age, there is no one more magical than him, right?
Countless monks were either excited to congratulate, or shocked, or lost their minds.
The stone-cutting guy lying on the ground covered the bleeding wound and spoke with difficulty: "Cough...cough...I think...I think I can save a little more..."
Everyone suddenly realized that there was a stone cutter here who was almost free.
"Quick! Use healing spells!"
There are still many strong players on the field.
Immediately, powerful spells hit Brother Qie Shi one after another, stabilizing Brother Qie Shi's injuries.
All the monks were filled with emotion.
The gambling saint's awesomeness has reached the sky, and they can't describe the current situation in words. I believe that soon, the legend of An Bulang will be spread in Wenxian City.
Bai Li and others have been among the crowd.
Liang Xiao, Baizhen and others all looked at An Bulang with great envy and jealousy, with no comparison at all.
Even Bai Li felt deep despair when he looked at the young man who was so brilliant.
If he had seen An Bulang gambling on stones before, he would still have had a feeling of comparison. But now, he found that he was becoming more and more powerless. Countless Tianyuan realm monks and even Shenhai realm powerful men had become An Bulang's fans.
...This young man is so dazzling and powerful.
Perhaps, treating An Bulang as an opponent is a mistake in itself?
An Bulang counted the harvest from the eighth level, including one thousand kilograms of Ziyun secret mine, one top-notch mortal-level ore core, four tiger-level ore cores, and one ghost-level ore core.
"Well...the harvest this time is not bad..." The young man showed a satisfied smile.
Not bad? Just not bad?!
After hearing this, the monks around wanted to beat someone!!
Even Jiang Yaoxing, the ancestor of the Jiang family, couldn't help but clenched his fists.
This sounds like he's being pretentious!
Not to mention anything else, the harvest from the eighth level alone is an extremely huge surprise even for a Taoist master with profound Taoist skills and a long life span. In the end, according to An Bulang, it is just a reward.
good?
"We've made a fortune, don't waste it, we've made a fortune..." Hongli fell into great happiness and kept chanting. At the same time, she looked around warily, fearing that someone might come and rob her.
"Okay, wake up quickly, we have to continue climbing the stairs." An Bulang flicked Hongli's forehead and said with a smile, "Look at your worthless appearance."
Hongli pouted and hummed: "It's not because of you that I became so rich all of a sudden. It's easy for people's hearts to be overwhelmed, okay?"
"My money is not yours." An Bulang shook his head.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, his long and delicate arms took his arm.
Hongli's face is like a peach blossom, her eyes are full of autumn water, and her voice is soft and soft: "But I am yours..."
The woman's moist red lips were slightly opened, and the faint fragrance teased the tip of the boy's nose.
An Bulang was flirted with again. If he were an ordinary monk, he would have been fascinated by it, but he quickly came back to his senses and continued walking towards the ninth floor.
Now no one can stop him from making money.
When the elders of Shengyuan Pagoda saw that An Bulang was leaving, their faces turned pale with fright.
There are nine floors in the Holy Yuan Tower, and the things on the ninth floor are the treasures of the Holy Yuan Tower!
"Sage Gambler, please stay, you can't go up!" Sikong Ya exclaimed.
An Bulang turned to look at the man behind him and said, "Why?"
"There is something wrong with the ninth floor of our Saint Yuan Tower, and it needs to be rectified..." Sikong Ya said in a leisurely tone, as if it was true, "Now the ninth floor has been closed, and no one is allowed to enter or exit!"
Just then, footsteps were heard upstairs.
Two old men with deep breaths strolled down the stairs.
"Oh, I think the Blood Phoenix Ore is worth a gamble!"
"No, Mr. Zhong, I think that ice jade sky mine is worth a gamble!"
The two old men walked from the ninth floor to the eighth floor while discussing, and then they found that the monks on the eighth floor were looking at them.
"Why are you looking at us?" the two old men asked in surprise.
The monks turned their attention to the tower master Sikong Ya.
The corner of Sikong Ya's mouth twitched slightly, and he changed his words: "There is a big problem on the ninth floor. You can only leave, but not enter."
"Bullshit! Are you still shameless?!"
"Oh my God! This is clearly a naked suppression! Suppression of our gambling saint!"
"Is there any royal law to blatantly amend the regulations of the Holy Yuan Tower? The Holy Yuan Society is also one of the three top forces in Hongmeng Continent. Is it just that powerful? Where is the justice? Where is the credibility?! Because a monk actually doesn't even have a face.
Don’t want it anymore?!”
Countless monks who became An Bulang's fanatics denounced Sikong Ya.
They are all big bosses from various forces, but regardless of Sikong Ya's identity, if this kind of thing is said out, it will have a huge impact on the Holy Yuan Society.
Sikong Ya didn't expect that so many people would speak up for An Bulang, and some big guys couldn't help but want to take action.
In the hearts of stone gamblers, An Bulang has become their belief.
They just want to watch An Bulang continue to create miracles.
The ore traders may have more complicated thoughts.
Some traders feel that if they have lost a lot of money, then the Holy Yuan Tower will also lose a lot of money. When everyone's ore is brought to the same level, they will feel better...
More and more big shots are denouncing the Holy Yuan Tower, and some even declare that they will publicize this behavior of suppressing gambling saints. If this continues, it will definitely seriously affect the stone gambling industry of the Holy Yuan Tower, and even affect the Holy Yuan Association.
Reputation throughout Hongmeng Continent.
Sikong Ya has one head and two heads.
He realized that this approach would no longer work.
This can still be done if there are only a dozen or so people present.
But there were hundreds of big bosses from various major forces present, and even some strong men from the demon clan were fighting for An Bulang... What the hell is this...
This gathering of power is no joke!
Even the Holy Yuan Tower cannot completely block the news.
An Bulang looked at the surrounding monks who were supporting him with some surprise. He never expected that a group of melon-eating monks who he had ignored before would actually become a big help to him.
After eating too much melon, he actually became his crazy fan!!
"For a few broken stones, I have to smash my own sign. I wonder if Shengyuan is that bad?" The girl with a veil on her face, whose face could not be seen clearly, also said coldly, seeming to be condescending.
mean.
Sikong Ya had a smile on his face and a tingling feeling in his heart.
God, those few broken stones are the most important treasure of the Holy Yuan Tower!
"You have all misunderstood me. I really didn't mean to target the Gambling Saint. There is indeed something wrong with the ninth floor..."
"If there's any problem, just tell me!"
"Yes! Why are you hesitating and hesitating if you don't have a ghost in your heart?!"
"Are you treating us like fools?"
Sikong Ya wiped the sweat from his face and said: "You also know that there are only eighteen secret stones on the ninth floor, and they are all the treasures of the Holy Yuan Tower. In fact, there is a decision that our Presbyterian Council has passed.
, but I haven’t had time to announce it yet…”
"That is to say, the price of the secret stones on the ninth floor has been raised from the original one million spiritual stones to two million spiritual stones! Yes, we are going to double the price!"
"We want to announce this decision and let you choose whether to go up or not..."
The tower master looked at the people in front of him with a troubled expression.
This once again aroused the anger of the crowd, and countless monks shouted that the Holy Yuan Tower was shameless.
Doubling the price of stone gambling is not simply raising the price, but greatly reducing the income of stone gamblers and increasing the risk of failure in stone gambling countless times!
Facing the monks' condemnation, Sikong Ya's expression remained unchanged.
Compared to unreasonably obstructing An Bulang from climbing the tower, although his reason was shameless, it was reasonable and reasonable. Even if he was exposed, it would not damage the reputation of the Holy Yuan Tower.
What's wrong with adjusting the price? This is normal in the chamber of commerce, right?
Even if the price increase will cause Shengyuan Tower to temporarily lose some business, it is still better than losing all the treasure of the tower!!
Even if none of the treasures in the tower are good, it is extremely difficult to see through the essence. But the strength shown by An Bulang makes the members of the Holy Yuanhui really unable to underestimate the enemy. They can only use this method to drive An Bulang away.
wave!
Sikong Ya looked at the young man in white who was standing there with a smile, and said with a smile: "This is something that our Saint Yuan Pagoda has discussed a long time ago. If you don't believe me, you can ask the elders around you."
The elders around him nodded repeatedly, indicating that this was indeed the case.
"So... our dear gambling saint, do you want to continue to climb the stairs and gamble on stones?"