Chapter 311 Making Things Difficult for the Holy Yuan Pagoda

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Ghost level mine core!

The words of tower master Sikong Ya echoed on the eighth floor.

Almost all the monks were stunned on the spot, their heads buzzing.

The mine cores are divided into four levels: Fan, Tiger, Ghost, and Dragon.

Fan-level mine cores are precious and rare, while tiger-level mine cores are invaluable.

As for the ghost-level mine core, it is rare in the world!

Not even in the inventory of Sheng Yuan Treasure Pavilion! !

This kind of treasure can no longer be exchanged for ordinary treasures, and generally only appears in the top auction houses, as the bottom of the treasure auction.

boom!

The entire eighth floor exploded in an instant.

"Ghost-level mine core? Am I not dreaming?!"

"Oh my god! I actually witnessed the birth of a ghost-level mine core?!"

"It's really a ghost-level mine core! I also heard that the ghost-level mine core is like a ghost, not only possessing extremely mysterious visions, but also initially born with spiritual wisdom, so it will attack the stonecutter!"

"My heart... hurry up! Give me the heart-saving pill!!"

"The gambler, An Bulang, is so terrifying that even a ghost-level mine core has been released!"

"From now on, Master An Bulang, the gambling sage, will be my God! I will put his portrait in my home, kneel down and offer incense every day!" A fanatical fan shouted.

Countless monks were excited and fanatical, especially the monks who had already fallen in love with An Bulang, their faces were flushed with excitement, as if they had cut a mine core by themselves.

An Bulang put the ghost-level mine core into the ring very indifferently.

Countless monks cheered and congratulated him.

At this time, An Bulang is the most shining star in the entire Shengyuan Pagoda, an invincible existence!

Several elders of the Shengyuan Pagoda were already limp on the ground, their eyes glazed over.

Sikong Ya's body was staggering, with tears in his eyes: "It's over... This time, I really lost blood in the Shengyuan Pagoda. There are ghost-level ore cores in the ore..."

The value of the ghost-level mine core is inestimable.

Sikong Ya is even willing to exchange all the ores on this floor for a ghost-level ore core! !

The girl wearing the bear hat was also shocked, and stared blankly at the boy with a triumphant smile. Surrounded by countless monks, he was dressed in white, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of moonlight, making him appear extraordinarily ethereal and mysterious.

What kind of man is this?

Even in the Dragon Empire, at his age, there is no one more amazing than him, right?

Countless monks were either excited to congratulate, or shocked, or lost their souls.

The stone cutting brother lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding wound, said with difficulty: "Cough...cough...I think...I think I can save it again..."

Everyone suddenly realized that there was still a stone cutting brother who was almost freed.

"Quick! Use healing techniques!"

There are still many strong players on the field.

Immediately, one by one powerful magic spells hit Brother Stone Cutting's body, stabilizing Brother Stone Cutting's injury.

All the monks were filled with emotion.

The gambler's strength has already broken through the sky, and they can't describe the current situation in words. I believe that soon, the legend of An Bulang will spread in Wenxian City.

Bai Li and the others were always in the crowd.

Liang Xiao, Baizhen and the others looked at An Bulang with envy and envy, without any comparison at all.

Even Bai Li, seeing that brilliant young man, felt deep despair.

If you saw An Bulang betting on stones before, you could still feel a little bit of comparison. But now, he finds that he is getting weaker and weaker. Countless great cultivators in the Tianyuan realm and even great powers in the Shenhai realm have become fans of An Bulang... This young man is too dazzling and powerful.

Perhaps it was a mistake to regard An Bulang as an opponent?

An Bulang counted the harvest on the eighth floor, one thousand catties of Ziyun secret mine, one top-level mortal core, four tiger-level cores, and one ghost-level core.

"Well... this time the harvest is not bad..." The boy showed a satisfied smile.

not bad? Is it just not bad? !

The monks around heard this and wanted to hit someone! !

Even Jiang Yaoxing, the patriarch of the Jiang family, couldn't help but clenched his fists.

These words sounded like he was pretending to be on his head!

Among other things, the harvest of the eighth floor alone is an extremely huge surprise, even for a master of Daoist Realm who has lived for thousands of years and has advanced Taoism. As a result, according to An Bulang, is it just not bad?

"We're getting rich, don't waste money, we're getting rich..." Hongli fell into great happiness, kept talking, and at the same time looked around vigilantly, fearing that someone couldn't help but come to rob her.

"Okay, wake up, we still have to go upstairs." An Bulang flicked Hongli's forehead, and said with a smile, "Look at your worthless appearance."

Hongli snorted coquettishly: "Isn't it because of you that you became so rich all of a sudden, people's hearts can't stand it easily, okay?"

"My money is not yours." An Bulang shook his head and said.

As soon as the boy finished speaking, his slender and slender arms wrapped around his.

The red lychee noodles are like peach blossoms, the eyes are full of autumn water, and the voice is soft and soft: "But I am yours..."

The woman's moist red lips parted slightly, and the faint fragrance touched the tip of the boy's nose.

An Bulang was teased again. An ordinary monk would have been fascinated, but he soon came back to his senses and continued walking towards the ninth floor.

Now no one can stop him from making money.

Seeing that An Bulang was about to leave, the elders of Shengyuan Pagoda turned pale with fright.

There are nine floors in the Shengyuan Pagoda, and the ninth floor is the treasure of the Shengyuan Pagoda!

"Gambler, please stop, 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 Shengyuan Pagoda, and it needs to be rectified..." Sikong Ya said in a leisurely tone, as if something had happened, "Now the ninth floor has been sealed off, and no one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Just then, footsteps were heard upstairs.

Two old men with deep breathing walked down the stairs.

"Oh, I think the blood phoenix ore is worth a gamble!"

"No, Mr. Zhong, I think it's the Bingyu Sky Mine that's worth a gamble!"

The two old men walked all the way from the ninth floor to the eighth floor while discussing, and then they found that the monks on the eighth floor were all looking at them.

"Why are you looking at us?" The two old men asked in surprise.

All the monks turned their attention to the pagoda 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 go out, not in."

"Bullshit! Are you still shameless?!"

"Oh my god! This is clearly a blatant suppression! Suppression of our gambler!"

"Bravely modifying the regulations of the Saint Yuan Pagoda, is there any law for the king? The Saint Yuan Society is one of the three top powers in the Hongmeng Continent after all. Is it just so powerful? Where is the justice? Where is the reputation?! Because a cultivator can't even face Don't you want it?!"

Countless monks who became An Bulang's fanatics condemned Sikong Ya.

They are all bigwigs from various forces, but regardless of Sikong Ya's status, if this kind of thing gets out, it will have a great impact on the Shengyuanhui.

Sikong Ya didn't expect so many people to speak up for An Bulang, and some big bosses couldn't help but want to do it.

In the hearts of stone gamblers, An Bulang seems to have become their belief.

They just want to watch An Bulang continue to create miracles.

As for the ore traders, their minds may be more complicated.

Some traders feel that they have lost a lot of money, so the Saint Yuan Pagoda will also lose a lot of money. When everyone's ore is pulled to the same level, they will feel better...

More and more bigwigs condemned Shengyuan Pagoda, and some even threatened to publicize this behavior of suppressing the gambling saint. If it continues to develop like this, it will definitely seriously affect the stone gambling industry of Shengyuan Pagoda, and even affect the reputation of Shengyuanhui in the entire Hongmeng Continent.

Sikong Ya has one head and two big ones.

He realized that this was not going to work.

If there are only a dozen or so people present, you can still do this.

But there were hundreds of bigwigs from all major forces at the scene, and even some strong men from the Demon Race were fighting for An Bulang... What is this called...

The gathering of this force is no joke!

Even the Saint Yuan Pagoda cannot completely block the news.

An Bulang looked at the monks who were supporting him in surprise. He never expected that a group of melon-eating monks who looked like melons, who had been paying attention to him before, would become a great help for him.

After eating too much melon, he actually became his fanatic! !

"For a few broken stones, I have to smash the signboard myself. I wonder if Shengyuan is that bad?" The girl with a veil on her face who couldn't see her face said coldly, as if she still had some kind of condescending attitude. mean.

Sikong Ya had a smile on his face, but he felt numb in his heart.

God damn a few broken stones, they are the treasures of the tower of Shengyuan Pagoda!

"You all misunderstood me. I really didn't intend to target the Gambler. There are indeed some problems on the ninth floor..."

"What's the problem, you just say it!"

"Yes! He hesitated, what is it if you don't have a ghost in your heart?!"

"Are you fooling us for fools?"

Sikong Ya wiped the sweat off 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 tower of the Holy Yuan Pagoda. In fact, there is a decision that our Presbyterian Council has passed. , just haven't had time to announce it..."

"That is to say, the price of the secret stones on the ninth floor has been increased from the original one million spirit stones to two million spirit stones! That's right, we will double the price!"

"We want to announce this decision, and let you choose not to go up..."

The tower master looked at the people in front of him with a troubled look on his face.

This once again aroused the anger of the crowd, and countless monks shouted that the Shengyuan Pagoda was shameless.

Doubling the price of the stone gambler is not simply raising the price, but it will greatly reduce the income of the stone gambler, and increase the risk of failure of the stone gambler countless times!

Facing the denunciation of the monks, Sikong Ya's face remained unchanged.

Compared with unreasonably hindering An Bulang from climbing the tower, although his reason is shameless, it is reasonable. Even if it is exposed, it will not damage the reputation of Shengyuan Tower.

What's the matter with adjusting the price? This is normal in the chamber of commerce!

Even if the price increase will cause Shengyuan Pagoda to temporarily lose some business, it is better than the entire army of the town tower's treasures being wiped out! !

Even if none of the treasures of the town tower are good stubble, it is extremely difficult to see through the essence. However, the strength shown by An Bulang made it impossible for the members of Shengyuanhui to underestimate the enemy. They could only use this method to drive An Bulang away!

Sikong Ya looked at the white-clothed boy standing there with a smile, and said with a smile: "This is something I have discussed in the Saint Yuan Pagoda a long time ago. If you don't believe me, you can ask the elders around you."

The surrounding elders nodded incessantly, expressing that this was indeed the case.

"So...our dear gambler, do you still want to go upstairs to gamble on stones?"

Sikong Ya asked with a smile.