The legend of An Bulang continues.

Ore was mined one by one, and everyone made a sure profit, and some even made huge profits. This scene made all the monks and monks extremely envious and jealous, and the atmosphere at the scene became heated again.

"Congratulations, you have obtained seventy-nine pounds of Ziyun secret mine..."

The manager of the Holy Yuan Society who is responsible for cutting the stone is a beautiful woman with a cold expression, but every time a large amount of Ziyun Secret Mine is revealed when the stone is cut, she has to congratulate the stone bettor. This is the rule of the Holy Yuan Tower.

Just like that, she found that she couldn't be cold anymore and had to keep smiling, because the stones An Bulang gambled on were all high-yield. She had to keep smiling and congratulate every time!

"Congratulations An Bulang, you have obtained one hundred and ten kilograms of Ziyun secret mine..."

"Congratulations An Bulang, you have obtained forty kilograms of Ziyun secret mine..."

The stone-cutting beauty stretched out her slender hands and handed a large amount of Ziyun Secret Mine in front of An Bulang. Although she kept smiling, her eyes were red for some reason.

Yes, now she was forced to cry, and she felt that her silver knife was stained with sin.

Normally she doesn't feel the same when cutting stones from other vendors, but now, she is cutting the ore from her own Holy Yuan Society. How much wealth will the Holy Yuan Society lose now?!

And all of this was cut out by her...

The more I think about it, the more I feel wronged and the more I think about it, the more sad I feel.

I don’t know what kind of punishment she will face in the future...

Although it was An Bulang's fault, the seventh level was probably ruined and her future was bleak.

Even though she was so wronged, even so scared, she still had to keep smiling, still had to carefully peel off a large amount of Ziyun secret mineral from the stone, and then tremblingly handed the secret mineral to An Bulang.

"Congratulations An Bulang...you...you have obtained a mortal-level mine core..."

The stone-cutting beauty smiled and handed a mine core to An Bulang.

An Bulang took the mine core and found that the woman's hands in front of him were shaking a little. Looking at the woman's beautiful face, although she was smiling, big tears were already falling down.

"Tick-tock" "tick-tock" wet the ground.

An Bulang: "..."

The woman seemed to realize that she had lost her composure, and quickly wiped her tears with her hands, struggled to put on a smile, and said, "Congratulations!"

"Actually... you just need to give me the secret mine. You don't have to force a smile..." An Bulang felt distressed when he saw it. He obviously wanted to cry, but he had to pretend to smile happily. What a misfortune.

The stone gambling monks and vendors who were watching were all shocked!

Cried! The arrogant and indifferent stone cutter actually cried!!

A stone bettor can actually make the stone cutters of the Holy Yuan Society cry. How the hell...

He truly deserves to be a gambling saint.

So scary!!

Miss Qie Shi, she cried while cutting, and when she was done, she had to smile at An Bulang and say congratulations with a smile.

I have to say that this scene made people feel very distressed. Even Keya on the side covered her eyes and cursed Brother An Bulang for being a bad guy!

Before you knew it, Miss Stonecutter had opened fifty ores.

This time An Bulang obtained more than 3,200 kilograms of Ziyun secret mine and five mortal-level mine cores.

This kind of wealth is completely top-notch wealth that all the great masters in the Divine Sea Realm can only dream of!

Elders Guo Jing and Chen Yu both felt angina pectoris.

Miss Qie Shi's delicate body trembled slightly, trying not to let herself fall down.

An Bulang put the treasure away, looked around, and found that countless monks were looking at him with admiration or envy, and the staff of Shengyuan Tower all had expressions of extreme despair.

An Bulang pulled Hongli and Keya towards the eighth floor of Shengyuan Tower.

Elders Chen Yu and Guo Jing both trembled and instinctively thought of stopping him.

But when they thought about the ore level on the eighth floor, they still hesitated.

"We have no reason to stop him from reaching the eighth floor..."

"Perhaps, whatever he can earn on the eighth level, he can spit it out to us..."

The two elders had their own thoughts and followed An Bulang's footsteps towards the eighth floor. Many melon-eating monks with burning gossip hearts followed suit.

The eighth floor is filled with countless strange auras.

The stones on it are of different sizes, the big one weighs hundreds of kilograms, like a ferocious beast lurking aside, while the small ones only weigh a few kilograms, or even a few taels, like pieces of strange art, placed on the counter.

above.

There are five Saint Yuan Pagoda elders in golden and white robes appearing on the eighth floor. They all have strong cultivation and are more like security guards than management.

There are not many monks gambling on stones on the eighth floor. There are only ten of them. These ten are all powerful in the Divine Sea Realm. Six humans, one elf, and three demons.

They are all top-notch beings. They have been looking at the stones here for a long time, and they are avid fans of stone betting. However, after looking at the stones for a long time, they still have no intention of taking action. They bet on the stones very carefully. Even if there is noisy below, they do not bet.

Let's see what's going on.

However, when they saw a young man in white leading a large group of monks to the eighth floor, they were still stunned.

What do this group of people do?

Going to the market?

"What are you doing? Only monks above the Tianyuan realm can come up here." A handsome man from the Elf race with a cold temperament said coldly.

"We are all Tianyuan realm monks!"

"Yes! I can't go where I want to go to the Saint Yuan Tower?!"

A group of monks cheered.

The Elf man released his spiritual consciousness and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. There were more than two hundred Tianyuan realm monks in front of him, as well as a dozen Shenhai realm monks, and there were actually three existences that he couldn't see clearly.

"What are you doing here? The ore here is so expensive that you can't afford it even if you come here!" There was a demon king from the demon clan who saw so many people coming, which disturbed his tranquility and made him a little irritable.

"You need to take care of it! We are here to help the gambling saint!"

"Yes! Let's see the gambling saint come here to kill everyone!!"

"The treasure of Saint Yuan Tower cannot be saved, hahaha..."

A group of monks shouted excitedly here.

"Whale Blade Demon Emperor! Don't take up any position here, get out of the way!"

A fanatical Shenhai Realm fan even scolded the Demon King directly.

The big guys on the eighth floor were stunned when they heard these words.

"Gambler? What is that?"

"Is there such a thing as a gambling saint in the Holy Yuan Tower?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a group of noisy monks suddenly gave way to a sidewalk.

A woman who was good at playing musical instruments even played passionate vocal music crazily. A man even played a domineering march.

The boy in white holds his head high and holds his chest high. On the left is a stunning beauty who is as beautiful as a flower. On the right is a delicate and lovely girl. Two elders of the Holy Yuan Pagoda clear the way, walking like the wind, majestic to the sky!

He came to the moon like a top boss, making all the powerful people present at the Divine Sea Realm have their momentum suppressed by the young man!

"Is this the gambling saint?"

"So young and so grand!"

"Wait a minute...this guy...isn't this An Bulang?!"

"Real or fake? An Bulang, the Taoist disciple of Bai Ling's Imperial Academy?!"

After all, the big bosses were well-informed people, and they quickly recognized the young man in front of them.

But their expressions were no longer calmer than before, instead they were even more shocked.

In a sense, the name of the gambling saint of Shengyuan Tower is greater than the name of Daozi of Bai Ling Empire Academy! When the two identities are the same person, the shock to them is even greater!

"Have you ever heard of this person in the stone gambling world before?"

"I haven't heard of it at all!"

"How come he suddenly knows how to gamble on stones?!"

Anyone who is proficient in stone gambling needs long-term dedicated study, masters magical powers and methods that are unimaginable to the world, and then goes through long-term tempering before he can achieve success. For example, the gambling king Mo Mine Master also endured until he became successful.

If you kill the old man, will this be an achievement?

"Long live the Gambling Saint, the Gambling Saint is invincible!!"

The gambling king, Mine Owner Mo, who was admired by everyone, seemed to be among the crowd, raising his hands and wildly cheering for An Bulang.

The big guys in the Divine Sea Realm: "..."

Surrounded by a group of big guys, An Bulang walked towards the ore in front of him.

The ores in front of me have different shapes and are not many in number, only one hundred and fifty-two.

At this time, an eighth-level elder came over with a smile on his face: "Sage Gambler, do you need to buy these ores? It costs 200,000 spirit stones to buy one of these ores. Please consider carefully before buying."
To be continued...