The Pinnacle of Martial Arts

In the center-most chamber on the second floor of the Mu Family Stone Workshop, the current head of the stone workshop, Mu Wanrong was watching a stone bet between Chen Fan and Ding Yuan.

"Uncle Luo, you said that person is the famous trash in Qingyang City?"

The butler at the side nodded his head and said with a bland tone in his voice, "That's right miss, his name has long been spread throughout the entire Qingyang City, it's just that you're usually too busy to pay attention to it."

Following Uncle Luo's eyes, a stunningly beautiful face appeared in the eyes, skin like gelatin, face like a peach blossom, looking at just two or nine years of age, but with a mature charisma, as well as an even more tantalizing aura of superiority.

After Mu Wanrong heard Uncle Luo's words, she did not reply, only that the eyes that looked at Chen Fan were somewhat playful.

"The entire Qingyang City, I'm afraid that all of them have been deceived by this teenager." She muttered.

Uncle Luo seemed to be a bit confused and looked at Mu Wanrong with some doubts.

The other party also lightly stated her observation, "This person has firm eyes, there is a divine light within, the dragon walks without anger, which is an aura that an ordinary person can possess."

"He must have encountered problems before, so he hid his clumsiness, causing the submerged dragon to enter the abyss. And now, it's the time to strike without a sound!" With a smile on her face, Mu Wanrong gave her final comment, and at this moment, the betting between Chen Fan and Ding Yuan was officially declared to have begun!

Chen Fan paid all the spirit stones on his body in exchange for a piece of raw stone that was more than one person high and weighed a thousand pounds.

On the contrary, Ding Yuan, with the pride of victory hanging at the corner of his mouth all the time, chose a piece of raw stone that wasn't too big.

"Then, let's start cutting the stone, shall we?"

Ding Yuan spoke with a cold smile, but Chen Fan slowly shook his head, "You only said what I will pay if I lose, you haven't said what will happen if you lose?"

"If I lose, do whatever you want!" Ding Yuan opened his mouth with a wave of his big sleeve, a face of victory.

Chen Fan pointed to the storage bag on his waist and said, "If you lose, just hand over that storage bag, as well as the things inside to me."

Hearing this, a hint of panic appeared on Ding Yuan's expression, that storage bag was not his, but his father's things, which he had secretly brought out to pretend to be.

However, thinking about his vision of gambling on stones from his childhood immersion in the stone workshop, Ding Yuan thought that he was better than Chen Fan, a rookie, so he agreed to do so after a few moments of contemplation.

In his dictionary, there was no such concept as losing!

After determining the stakes, the betting began, and Chen Fan and Ding Yuan had already attracted the attention of the entire audience without even realizing it.

Everyone had stopped their hand movements to watch this betting, and some were even exchanging whispers.

"That punk even wants to gamble with Ding Yuan, is his head squeezed by the door, that Ding Yuan is a character who has been soaking in the stone workshop since he was a child."

"I think so, this time that punk is bound to lose, unless a miracle happens!"

In the face of the crowd's mockery and accusations, Chen Fan's face was unperturbed, his expression was joyless and sorrowless, and he did not take these people to heart at all.

This scene fell into the eyes of Mu Wanrong on the second floor, and she was even more convinced of her previous guess, and inexplicably looked forward to this gambling game.

On the other hand, Ding Yuan did not have as good a temperament as Chen Fan, when he heard the compliments from the people around him, his whole face was already wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and he put on an expression of "I am the best in the world".

Especially after noticing that even Li Yanran was concerned about his side, Ding Yuan was like a big jumping monkey jumping up and down, doing his best to show himself.

"And don't let people say that Little Master I'm bullying you, I'll cut the stone first and give you a sample, so that you'll lose convincingly!"

After finishing his sentence, Ding Yuan joined his fingers as a knife, attached his internal energy to his palm, and in one go, he cut the original stone horizontally.

And the spirit stone that was flickering with emerald green light inside appeared in everyone's eyes.

"My god, to think that a spirit stone came out in a single cut, the Ding Family's young master's attainment in gambling with stones is truly extraordinary, looking at the size of that spirit stone, I'm afraid that there are more than a hundred pieces of second-grade spirit stones in the amount."

Since they were hard currency, spirit stones naturally had a strict size limit, and after being cut, the weight of each piece was comparable.

A hundred pieces of second-grade spirit stones could be converted into a piece of lower-grade spirit stones, a hundred pieces of lower-grade spirit stones were in turn equal to a piece of middle-grade spirit stones, and so on.

This time Ding Yuan cut out the spirit stone has been equivalent to the value of a piece of lower grade spirit stone, in contrast to the Li family a family can only accumulate a few dozen pieces of lower grade spirit stone a year, enough to see how fast the road of stone gambling to money.

To be honest, Ding Yuan also did not expect today's luck to be so good, after feeling the shock of the crowd, his whole person has been excited to the extreme, directly said to Chen Fan: "No need to compare, right, you can kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!"

Saying this, he also looked at Li Yanran and posed a victory gesture.

"I haven't cut the stone yet, how can I count the match as over?"

Chen Fan lightly smiled, did not follow Ding Yuan's example and finger as a knife to cut the stone, through the spiritual power, he has long been inside the distribution of spirit stones as well as the size of the clear, only to hear his deep voice, directly slap a palm on top of that one-person-high raw stone!

"Ka-ching!"

The sound of cracking reached everyone's ears, the stone skin cracked inch by inch, and then all of them fell off, and the situation inside also made everyone draw a breath of cold air, dumbfounded.

Even Mu Wanrong on the second floor slapped the handle of the seat and got up violently, with unbelievable colors in her eyes.

"Surprisingly, it really cut out a spirit stone... This luck is unbelievable!"

"I'm afraid this could be split into more than two hundred second-rate spirit stones, more than double the strength of Ding Yuan's!"

"My goodness, a miracle has really happened!"

In the face of countless shocked openings, the first thing that surfaced in Ding Yuan's eyes was disbelief, staggering to the side of the spirit stone that Chen Fan had cut out, and after observing it for a long time, he sat down disheveledly on the ground, with two lines of coldness trickling down his face.

Already losing and crying...

And kept muttering in his mouth, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could I lose?"

Chen Fan slowly lowered his head and looked down at the person who had once bossed himself around and called himself a waste, now crying like a child.

It was clear at a glance who was actually the waste!

"Young Master Ding, isn't it time to cash in the bet?"

Looking at the storage bag on Ding Yuan's waist, Chen Fan's eyes flashed with scorching heat.

Hearing this, Ding Yuan glanced at his storage bag with some trepidation, and a scowl appeared on his expression.

Drying his tears, he rushed at Chen Fan and shouted, "You cheated, I won't lose!"

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan's voice gradually turned cold, and a voice without the slightest emotion came out, making people unconsciously fight a cold war when they heard it, "Are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"So what if I'm reneging, you're a punk, what can you do if you get the storage bag!"

In the face of Ding Yuan's scoundrel-like behavior, Chen Fan was already unwilling to waste his words, there was already a light golden light flowing from his fists, he wanted to use practical actions to tell Ding Yuan.

No one could hack his Chen Fan's stuff!