One knife after another, the only half of the source stone was originally the size of a basketball, but now it was cut into the size of a volleyball.
Still not shipped.
And there was no sign of shipping such as rays of rays of rays or Buddha lights.
If there is really a Buddhist treasure inside, the Buddha's light should have been revealed now.
But it doesn't!
Prince Dayan's heart sank and was already a little anxious: "Why haven't you been out of treasure yet?"
"It shouldn't be..."
Murong Feng, a master of gambling stones, originally had all his attention on Shangguan Yan, and now he had to pull back to the source stone. Why is there no strange phenomenon of the Buddha treasure born?
He used the Tianmen Spiritual Art and clearly detected a Buddha treasure inside, the immortal golden Buddha and the sacred and immortal Buddha light.
The onlookers also looked at each other. What's going on? Is this source stone empty?
Brush!
Prince Dayan's sword was faster. After more than a dozen slashes, the source stone was only the size of an orange, but it was still as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
He suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Murong Feng with a questioning look, with a kind of suppressed anger, confusion, and a little at a loss in his eyes.
Murong Feng frowned, then nodded at Prince Dayan, saying that my judgment was right, and it would definitely be shipped after cutting it.
Prince Dayan received a positive answer and calmed his mind again. That's right, Murong Feng came from the Yuanzhi family, his ancestors were the Origin Master, and his original skills were superb. He helped him win 18 consecutive games in gambling stones!
His judgment will never be wrong!
After thinking about this, Prince Dayan suddenly felt a little more confident, cheered up and continued to cut the stones.
Brush brush...
The scene where hundreds of people gathered was silent, and there was only the rustling sound of a knife cutting the stone coat in the field. Soon, Prince Dayan cut more than a dozen more knifes, and the orange-sized source stone turned into the size of a table tennis ball.
However, it was still as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Not to mention the treasures of Buddhism, there was not a single hair.
Prince Dayan's spirit, which had already been cheered up, was so depressed that he was like a broken balloon. His face was very dark, like a cloudy sky, so depressed that he couldn't breathe.
"What about the Buddhist treasures? What about the Buddhist treasures?!"
Prince Dayan held the carving knife tightly and yelled at Murong Feng!
"This...this..."
Murong Feng's face was pale, and layers of sweat had emerged from his forehead. His rich experience told him that his hope had been shattered.
Only a source stone the size of a ping-pong ball is left, and there is no Buddha treasure inside. If there is one, the Buddha's light would have been overflowing.
Holding that one-tenth of hope, Murong Feng said carefully: "Look again... and look again."
Look again?
I'll cut your uncle's leg!
Only such a small thing is left, is there such a big Buddha treasure?!
However, Prince Dayan did not give up until the end. He picked up the knife and chopped it hard at the source stone as big as a ping-pong ball, directly chopping it in half, with nothing!
"asshole……"
Prince Dayan shouted angrily, raised his feet, crushed the two halves of stones hard, and then watched them turn into two piles of powder... His heart seemed to be broken, and it broke into two piles of powder...
All hopes and expectations were all gone, this strange stone is out of stock!
Prince Dayan was extremely angry and was very crazy, feeling like he was being cheated. But he held back and did not have an attack. After all, he was a prince. If he was furious, he would lose his royal dignity.
However, his eyes were so gloomy that it could freeze an ancient giant crocodile to death!
"How--may?"
Murong Feng looked at the source stone that turned into two piles of powder, and was unbelievable and even more unacceptable. He walked over quickly, grabbed the two piles of powder and looked at them, and then scattered them, as if he was trying to dig gold in the sand, but
A loneliness comes out.
No, nothing!
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
Murong Feng shook his head in a daze. He had clearly seen the strange phenomenon of the Golden Buddha in the Heavenly Gate just now, how could it not be?
"Your Highness, there must be something strange about it!"
He walked forward and said gritting his teeth.
"What's weird?" Prince Dayan looked at Murong Feng with a slight smile, feeling extremely disappointed.
"Someone must have tampered with it, I obviously..."
"Shut up, you, I brought the Yuanshi by myself, and I cut it by myself. Are you saying I'm going to do anything?" Prince Dayan made a secret test.
"No, I don't mean that, in the field... Maybe the active craft master interfered with my judgment and took me into the pit..." Murong Feng frowned and said thinking.
When Wang Hao heard this, he was slightly surprised. Murong Feng had such keen insight and reasoning ability, but he could guess the facts?
It’s a pity... the source technique is too different, and he is a dimensional reduction attack. Even if Murong Feng guessed it, he didn’t know what was going on, and there would be no evidence.
and……
Prince Dayan finally couldn't help it, pointed at Murong Feng's nose and cursed: "The active technique master in the field has interfered with your judgment. Why don't you say that the wind is too strong today, interfering with your judgment? Why don't you?
Say you are feeling uncomfortable today, which interferes with your judgment? You can't pull out the shit and the strange thatched cottage! There are only two of us when choosing the stone, and there is no third person! It's your own source technique that is not good, it's your own mistake in judgment, it's your eyes
It’s because you’re not good enough! It’s because you cheated this prince!”
"I……"
Murong Feng was now speechless, his face was flushed with anxiety, shyness and anger.
He is also the noble Young Master Murong. He is always arrogant and surrounded by others. It is really uncomfortable to be scolded by Prince Dayan in public.
"I lost!"
Prince Dayan walked to the first coach and said with a cold face: "I, Shangguan, can afford to lose, and I am convinced! But I no longer have the source crystal on my body. This Eight Desolate Divine Sword has returned to the original owner!
Ten million fourth-grade sources are more than enough!”
After saying that, Prince Dayan took out the Eight Desolate Divine Sword, wiped off the spiritual mark on it, and threw it to the No. 1 coach.
Then, he walked away directly and strided away with great strides.
"Your Highness the Prince..."
"Your Highness..."
Prince Dayan's friends and entourage chased after him.
The little nun in black clothes, Shangguan Yan, did not catch up with Shangguan Zong, but actually walked towards Wang Hao.
Moreover, her eyes were staring at Wang Hao.
For some reason, Wang Hao panicked for no reason. His eyes were so special, just like the wisdom eyes mentioned in Buddhism, which suddenly saw through him.
"What's your name?" The little nun in black clothes came to Wang Hao and asked directly.
"I am the king of the lower king... rich and noble!" Wang Hao threw out another pseudonym.
"Ah puff..."
Hearing this name, the little nun in black almost spit out a mouthful of saliva and looked at Wang Hao in surprise: "What a unique name, I remember you. Humph, don't think I can't see it, first
If you can win two games in a row, you are all doing it!"