"Pure Yang Immortal Gold is rare and hard to find. It is also an excellent material for forging magical weapons, especially flying swords, spears, and precious knives. This piece of Pure Yang Immortal Gold is even larger than Mo Fengjue's Seven Color Immortal Crystal. After all, it is Fellow Taoist Shu Guang has a great move!”
Mo Fengjue's face turned green and white, and he snorted coldly: "There are still two games left, she may not have such good luck."
"Master Yunqi, cut the second gambling stone wool."
The man who helped Mo Fengjue unravel the stone nodded. He held the wind blade in his palm, first scratched a shallow mark on the surface of the stone, and then peeled off the surface of the stone with his bare hands.
More and more stone fragments were piled up, but nothing was found. Mo Fengjue's expression was slightly condensed, and his face was gloomy. Finally, the stone fragments were only the size of a palm. The sword pill hidden in the stone leaked out, and everyone shouted softly.
"Kenmaru!"
"Such a powerful sword energy and the lethality of this sword pill, I'm afraid even the Zhijing monks will have to avoid it, right?"
A look of contentment flashed across Mo Fengjue's eyes. With this sword pill, he can walk sideways as long as he doesn't encounter an expert above the realm of knowledge.
He has been betting on stones for so many years, and among the things he has cut out, this sword pill can be ranked in the top three.
Ning Fusang's expression didn't change much. When Master Yunqi was halfway through unraveling the stone, she felt the presence of the sword energy. As a sword cultivator, he is naturally sensitive to this kind of thing.
Can Ling snorted: "Isn't it just a sword pill cut out? The gambling stone we chose must be better than his. I feel that there is life in this gambling stone."
There is an unwritten rule in stone gambling - the value of living objects found during the stone gambling process is greater than the dead objects.
Master Jieshi peeled off the stone skin, and everyone stretched their necks to look curiously, only to see a branch two fingers wide exposed.
"Twigs?"
"Isn't this too worthless? It's incomparable to Jianwan."
The master of stone interpretation squinted his eyes, turned the branch, and a bud suddenly came into view. The pure breath of life was difficult for him to ignore.
He said: "This is the sacred phoenix tree, and it has buds. In this game of betting on stones, Fairy Shu Guang will still win."
"Phoenix sacred tree?"
Everyone was startled and looked at the unattractive dead branch again.
A knowledgeable person swallowed his saliva and said, "It is indeed the real phoenix tree!"
"What does the buds mean? All Taoist friends know that this Phoenix Sacred Tree has the chance of a dead tree blooming again. In the process of gambling on stones, half the battle is won if something alive emerges."
"Mo Fengjue's sword pill is precious, but he was unlucky and hit the phoenix tree with buds!"
"There's no need to compete in the last round, right? The results have already come out."
Mo Feng Jue's heart was bleeding, and Ning Fusang said calmly, "Thank you very much."
She turned to look at the stone-unlocking master, "The remaining two gambling stones will not be solved on site."
The two masters of stone interpretation nodded slightly and said nothing.
Guests of Fengyunfang have the right to decide whether to have the stone dismantled on site or take the rough stone away by themselves.
After watching half of the stone fighting, Huang Yilian suddenly felt that Fengyunfang might not be profitable.
On the seventh floor, the most precious gambling stones are probably all here, right?
The emotions in Huang Yilian's eyes were extremely complicated. She sighed in her heart, but with a decent smile on her face, she went to Mo Fengjue to pay.
The three gambling stones that Mo Fengjue chose were fairly priced, but Ning Fusang chose the big ones, and they were so expensive that Mo Fengjue's eyes turned black.
At this time, Mo Fengjue still didn't understand that the other party did it on purpose.
She couldn't afford the stone wool material, so she just went along with the situation and asked herself to pay for it for her. It's a shame that he has been betting on stones for so many years, and today he suffered the biggest setback!
On the other side, a group of people surrounded Ning Fusang, wanting to buy from her the things found in the gambling stone, but Ning Fusang only sold the first two materials for refining the weapon.
She wanted to keep the sword pills and phoenix tree branches for herself.
After having enough assets, Ning Fusang went up to the eighth floor as he wished. Every gambling stone here is placed in a glass cabinet and numbered.
She asked Silkworm Spirit: "Can you find the whereabouts of the things?"
Ning Fusang really didn't want to hear Can Ling say that the things were not on this floor.
The threshold for the eighth floor was so high. She didn't dare to think about the ninth floor.
Ning Fusang paused for a while in front of each gambling stone to let the silkworm soul feel it. After passing a dozen gambling stones, it suddenly said: "I found it, it's the one in front of you."
Looking closely, the stone skin on the surface of this gambling stone is a light milky blue, with blurred lines, like water ripples or leaf patterns.
This gambling stone was not big, and the price happened to be the lowest. Ning Fusang spent 30,000 spirit stones to buy it.
She still did not choose to solve the stone for free on the spot. Instead, after returning to Feixue Tower, she put up the no-disturbance sign and solved the stone herself.
Ning Fusang slowly rubbed off the surface of the stone skin, and there was a small green whirlwind in the palm of his hand, mixed with flying stone chips, and the stone became smaller and smaller.
A crescent-shaped scale the size of a palm fell into Ning Fusang's hands.
"Is this the reverse scale of a dragon?" she said in a slightly surprised tone.
Rumor has it that a dragon's reverse scales are one of the hardest scales on its body.
Ning Fusang has always been envious of Miaoyin Zong Qingchen's divine turtle jade, but the defensive ability of the divine turtle jade is still inferior to that of the real dragon's reverse scale.
Such a dragon scale completely made up for her deficiencies in defense. Ning Fusang no longer had to think hard about getting a defensive magic weapon.
Silkworm Spirit was also very happy. Hidden in the earth and rocks was actually a piece of dragon scale from the previous era.
As long as Ning Fusang is safer, its life will be safer.
The dragon's reverse scale is always a defensive item worthy of its name.
Ning Fusang sat cross-legged and refined the dragon scale for his own use, more than half a month later.
On the first day of the first lunar month of the Gengwu year, the Five States Conference opened with great excitement. On Yu Lingzhou's side, the first person sent to guard the arena was Cao Jie from the Wanyi Sect's sword pavilion.
"Junior Sister Ning, your seclusion is over." Yang Ruo was lying on the railing of Feixue Tower and turned to look at her, wondering if she had broken through the realm.
Because his current cultivation level is not as high as Ning Fusang.
This made Yangruo feel a lot of pressure.
It is very depressing to be surpassed by others.
Yang Ruo decided that after the Five States Conference was over, he would go back to retreat and would not come out until he broke through the eighth level.
Ning Fusang was only refining dragon scales, but had not practiced any cultivation. Naturally, her state had not changed, and she was still at the early stage of the eighth level.
But she definitely wouldn't explain this kind of thing.
Even a fool may not expose his trump card.
The less people know about such a good thing as dragon scales, the better.
Ning Fusang gave a perfunctory "hmm" and looked down.
On the first day of the arena, the challengers were all low-level monks, so there was nothing to see. No matter how powerful Cao Jie is at the early stage of the eighth level, it will take at least seven or eight days before a decent monk can challenge him.
Ning Fusang looked at the arenas of the other four states. Chizhou swordsmanship was indeed declining, and the swordsman guarding the arena was only in the early stages of the seventh level.
Nanchun Hezhou was slightly better. Those who fought were in the middle stage of the seventh level. Yaomingzhou and Zhongzhou were the same as Yulingzhou. The first ones to fight were eighth level sword cultivators.
(End of chapter)