After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 177
To come to Lingyuan City, of course you have to gamble on stones.

Canglanlong's bloodline has a stronger perception of rich aura than the spirit-seeking mouse, which is a great blow to Xiaobai, who is proud of his talent for spirit-seeking.

Song Jingmo held the auction house's lot to promote the jade slips with one hand, and Song Zheng's sleeve with the other.

Now that his strength has improved, there is no need to be particularly cautious. Song Jingmo still put on a black robe, and bought one for Song Zheng in a street shop.

This area is very noisy, and the normal volume is so that you don't want to hear what the people around you are saying.

The two communicated through sound transmission, and suddenly Song Jingmo saw a large piece of rough stone randomly placed in a corner, and his eyes lit up.

"Those are all waste rocks. They are so cheap that you will lose money if you buy them. Why don't customers take a look at these at my stall?"

"The raw spirit stones here are all picked up from the old spirit stone mine. To be honest, I spent a lot of effort to get a place to enter the mine—" The vendor of the spirit stone stall stretched out five fingers "It takes five hundred spirit stones to enter the mine. If you bring something out of it, no matter it is a rough stone or an ordinary stone, you have to pay spirit stones by weight. A catty of stones requires a low-grade spirit stone."

It can be seen that the vendors are very distressed by these expenses.

The left and right were also idle, and Song Jingmo stopped to look at the raw spirit stones displayed on the stalls as the vendors were so enthusiastically recruiting customers.

They are not big in size, and the biggest piece may be less than ten catties.

It stands to reason that since gritted his teeth out of the cost of the spirit stones into the mine, no matter what, he should reserve a sum of spirit stones to buy the fancy rough stones and bring them out so that they can be sold back to the original cost, or they can be sold for a high price.

The little things on the stall are not worth five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Song Jingmo withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng had another discovery.

"You have no spiritual power fluctuations in your body. You are an ordinary person. How can you get five hundred spirit stones into the mine to pick up leaks?"

"I randomly picked up some scraps and sold them as raw spirit stones. Are you afraid of being smashed?"

Song Jingmo, who noticed this but didn't think about it, opened his eyes wide. He looked at the vendor and then at Song Zheng, thinking that Jiang is still old and hot.

She simply wouldn't notice so many details.

The street vendor was dressed in ordinary clothes, and the fear and greed in his eyes were not well hidden. He was a small person who was not courageous enough and thoughtful, and there would definitely not be one or two such people in this kind of place.

"What nonsense? If you don't buy it, don't buy it, don't delay my business!" The street vendor stared and forced his momentum.

I don't know where the courage came from.

Song Jingmo just wanted to make a move to teach someone a little lesson, but was also stopped by Song Zheng.

"Didn't you want to look at the stone over there? It's not worth delaying business for such a trivial matter." Song Zheng's tone was light and light, and it was accurately conveyed to Song Jingmo's ears, and the guilty vendor listened.

When the two really went to the rubble pile to pick them up, the vendor looked at his stall that no one cared about, and blamed the two who said he was lying earlier.

He is an ordinary person who doesn't know other methods, just guarding his own stall, thinking bitterly: buy a few more pieces of waste rock, and pay for it until he loses everything!

What the vendors say is half true and half false.

It is true that five hundred spirit stones are required to enter the mine, but what is required is five hundred top-grade spirit stones.

Bringing a stone out of it is also a low-grade spirit stone and a catty.

It's just that he didn't go into the mine, and he didn't bring the rough stones from it. The "raw stones" on the stall were wastes that the shopkeeper of the shop had dissected the stones a few days ago.

The street vendor picked it up and handled it quietly by himself, but nothing could be seen from the outside, and laymen who don't know the original Lingshi stone can't see the way, so they must be fooled.

Unexpectedly, the previous work was done, and the two Lingxiu, who were obviously new to Lingyuan City, lost their hands.

After a while, no one asked the price, and the vendor simply turned around to observe the situation on the other side of the waste rock pile.

"Huh? Are you relieving stones?"

The vendor poked his head again, but he was so far away that it was impossible to see clearly even if he stretched his neck.

When he felt the pain in his neck and retracted his neck, and turned his attention to his stall, the vendor yelled: "Which wicked thing stole the spirit stone from my stall!"

The vendor next to him glanced at him, and sneered mercilessly, "Where did you get the spirit stone from that stall, even if you sell the stall together, you can't get enough of a spirit stone."

The vendor blushed, and he didn't have the courage to argue with others.

As it turned out, he didn't care.

In addition, that person is a martial artist with a lot of strength, and he is just an ordinary person. If he really wants to quarrel and get angry, he will be the one who suffers when he does it.

Looking at the empty stall, the vendor simply closed the stall, moved a chair and approached the crowd at the other end of the rubble pile.

As soon as he was arguing with the stall owner next door, the crowd gathered.

Perhaps Lingxiu still cares about his face and not being squeezed in the crowd, but the street vendor has no such worries. He yells to let him squeeze in like a loach, and waits until he gets to the inner edge to find a place where he can put a chair down. There was a small open space, and he immediately put the chairs and stood up.

This stop is like a dogtail grass in the rice field, which slightly attracts the attention of others.

The vendor didn't care, and leaned forward slightly, wanting to take a closer look.

It is indeed dissolving stones inside, and it is still a big man.

Judging from his years of experience in counterfeiting, it must be at least tens of thousands of catties.

That is to say, no matter whether this rough stone can produce something or not, first of all, tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones were smashed into it.

It’s different in the past.

Low-grade spirit stones are also worth a lot now.

The vendor clicked his tongue twice, seeing that the first knife was about to be cut, and hearing that the people around him subconsciously held their breath, and deliberately mocked in a cold voice: "If this knife goes down, I'm afraid I'm going to lose everything."

Those who came early didn't know that the shopkeeper of this shop almost emptied his entire family in order to buy these rough stones. He unpacked the promising pieces one by one and found that they were all waste stones.

That one knife after another cut off the spirit of the shopkeeper.

If the shopkeeper hadn't fallen ill after relieving the stones, these rough stones wouldn't have been piled up here and turned into waste stones.

There is no other reason.

The shopkeeper insisted on selling the rough stones at the original price of one catty for a low-grade spirit stone. Although everyone knew that this was a price that lost a lot of cost, the people around also knew that these rough stones were all waste stones.

There were still many people waiting and watching.

Until someone bought a piece of rough stone and unearthed a piece of waste stone, there was no one to wait and see.

The old spirit stone mine itself has been mined to the extreme, how could there be so many more rough stones?
Perhaps the shopkeeper was deceived, so he brought back such a batch of waste rocks that could only be thrown in his hands.

The vendor found the surroundings extremely quiet, thought that his own words had been approved, and was proud of it. He wanted to say something half-truthful but absolutely eye-catching, but he heard the person in front of him exclaim.

What's so surprising, isn't it just another waste rock?
The person behind him kicked the chair that the vendor was stepping on. He lost his strength and kicked the chair leg directly. The vendor lost his balance. Before he fell to the ground, his eyes suddenly became very good, good enough for him to see a beautiful piece of wood. blue.

……

Not only the spirit stone was solved, but also the attribute spirit stone was solved.

Even ordinary people who are unable to practice and live in Lingyuan City will not be unaware that colored spirit stones are attribute spirit stones.

"It's a top-grade wind-attribute spirit stone! Someone unlocked a top-grade wind-attribute spirit stone!"

The news spread faster in crowded places, and more people rushed over. The vendors were stepped on several times by the crowds, and they finally got up and squeezed out desperately, but they couldn't see the direction because of dizziness. Instead, he was squeezed into the inner circle by the crowd.

With a piaji, a disheveled man with one shoe missing fell on the ground.

Song Jingmo stopped to understand the stone, glanced at the person who almost fell in front of him, and barely recognized him from the familiar clothes.

"This spirit stone—" The shopkeeper was not there, and the steward who was left to watch the shop looked at the beautiful slice of the spirit stone with half eyes and half awe.

The one who can cut through the spirit stone and at the same time prevent the spiritual energy from overflowing from the spirit stone is at least a strong person with the cultivation base of Lingdi.

The steward himself is a great wind-attribute spiritual master, and top-grade wind-attribute spirit stones are an excellent training resource for him.

And such a resource is right under my nose, and I haven't been discovered by myself for several days, and after being bought by someone under my nose, the stone is solved on the spot.

There is pain.

It's more about relief and relaxation.

"I don't know what the lord is going to do with this spirit stone?" The steward asked respectfully.

"Keep it for yourself, don't make a move." Song Jingmo quickly removed the stone shell, roughly estimated that the unraveled spirit stone weighed several hundred catties, and happily handed it over to Song Zheng.

As long as it is a gift from Song Jingmo, Song Zheng will accept it without error.

It was just a spirit stone, and Song Zheng didn't have any psychological burden to put it away.

The steward watched such a large piece of spirit stone slip into other people's pockets, and asked without hope: "Then can you sell this leftover piece?"

"I'll give it to you if you want it." Song Jingmo got a nice gift and was in the right mood.

Said to be leftovers, the first piece of stone cut out contains not a few spirit stones, which is more than enough to sell tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones.

"Thank you, my lord!" The steward thanked him before he was too happy, put away the stone, and enthusiastically introduced other stones.

"Are these rough stones still worth looking at? You can pick them, and the villain will give them to you." Lingxiu will not lower his status in ordinary interactions, and he will call a high-level Lingxiu an adult or an adult. Called the Venerable, claiming to be generally me.

For example, the steward calling himself a villain is just a little flattering.

Song Jingmo was not slow either. He picked a piece of rough stones and dissected the stone on the spot.

The quality is not good, but having attributes can increase the value, not to mention that this piece of spirit stone is not much bigger than the previous one.

"This piece—"

"This spirit stone is stored in the shop first, and will be sent for auction tomorrow."

The steward was overjoyed immediately, and called the staff to put the spirit stone into the barrier, and finally put it in the most conspicuous position, as long as someone looked at it, they would be able to see the large piece of spirit stone first.

Things are rare.

Other shops may have better quality spirit stones, but they may not be as big as theirs.

Other shops may have larger pieces of spirit stones, but the quality may not be as good as their shops.

As soon as the news came that two good spirit stones had been sold out one after another at the original stone shop on the street corner, the steward cheerfully made a lot of deals.

I don’t know if it’s because the shopkeeper and the previous customers were unlucky, or the luck of the two customers today is really good. Later, the customers who came to buy spirit stones also chose to dissect the stones on the spot. Many guests did not return empty-handed.

The shopkeeper purchased a batch of medium-grade spirit stones from the previous two customers, including several attribute spirit stones.

If customers don't want to gamble with stones, they can also buy these ready-made spirit stones directly.

The original stone shop, whose business had been sluggish for many days, came back to life, and there was a faint tendency to grow bigger and stronger. This kind of news alerted many Lingxiu who were engaged in the stone gambling business in Lingyuan City.

This Lingyuan City, I'm afraid there will be some movement.

Song Jingmo, who caused the disturbance, was unaware of this, and even if she knew about it, she wouldn't care too much.

At this moment, two men in black robes were lining up in front of the Lingshi Mine. After honestly paying one hundred middle-grade Lingshi, Song Jingmo and Song Zheng entered the Lingshi Mine.

The news that the treasurer of the original stone shop bought back a pile of waste rocks also had an impact on the Lingshi mine, so he had to reduce the mining fee.

From the original family of five hundred middle-grade spirit stones to a family of one hundred middle-grade spirit stones.

Even so, the number of people who are willing to enter this old Lingshi mine to pick up leaks is much less.

Song Jingmo collected the nine hundred middle-grade spirit stones he had prepared, and pursed his lips trying to suppress the unbearable upward arc.

"What are you so happy about?"

"I don't know, I'm just happy." Song Jingmo put Xiaobai on the ground, and asked Xiaobai, who was eager to prove his strength, to explore the situation in this Lingshi mine.

The Lingshi Mine experienced two losses, and too many miners came in. The smell inside was mixed. Song Jingmo wrinkled his nose, and Song Zheng passed a face towel in due course.

The face towel is a refined spiritual tool, which can effectively block the bad breath, and only the faint fragrance of plants and trees can be smelled.

Song Jingmo didn't let go of his spiritual sense to deliberately search for the spirit stone, but walked all the way with his intuition until he reached an area not covered by the spirit stone lamp, and a fur ball rushed out from a deeper place.

Holding the fur ball in one hand and the spirit stone lamp in the other, Song Jingmo looked at Xiao Bai, whose white hair had become dirty in his hand, with doubts in his eyes.

"Are you going to be a thief? Are you all black?"

"Not at all." Xiaobai snorted, trying to wipe off the fur on Song Jingmo's sleeve.

"Is there something in it?"

"There is a small secret realm under the Lingshi Mine, which is about to open." Xiao Bai grabbed his sleeve and tried to drill in.

The other hand caught the mouse ball, washed the mouse ball clean with a cleaning technique, and blown the mouse ball to make it fluffy and soft, and then put it back in Song Jingmo's palm.

That palm also became clean.

"Don't move around here, I'll go and have a look." Song Zheng instructed in a low voice, and Song Jingmo nodded obediently.

A gust of wind blew by, and the people around him disappeared. Song Jingmo rubbed the mouse ball in his hand, and quietly released his consciousness to investigate.

When Song Zheng came back, Song Jingmo raised his head obediently.

"It is true that the small secret realm is about to be opened. The shopkeeper of the original stone shop may have dug a gap between the Lingshi mine and the small secret realm by mistake."

In other words, those raw spirit stones may have prevented the small secret realm from appearing in the world.

Song Jingmo knew that some small secret realms were the burial places of powerful spiritual cultivators after their fall, and those spiritual cultivators might not want anyone to disturb the cleanliness.

Song Zheng knew what Song Jingmo was thinking when he saw Song Jingmo's expression, and he didn't explain, and directly led him to the entrance of the secret realm.

At this time, the secret realm has not been opened, and the entrance to the secret realm only reveals some special breath.

"What a strong aura of attribute!" Song Jingmo exclaimed, taking a deep breath and exclaiming because he was far away before, and his spiritual sense only made a rough exploration.

(End of this chapter)