v16 Chapter 903： The unknown side

Congratulations to the two sons, take out the best natural spar the size of the basin!

The burly man, holding a crystal-clear natural spar, ran to Zhao Yunteng and Zong Mingde like a gust of wind.

The burly, shy man was flattered, "These two great sons are really lucky. The value of this huge and best natural spar is at least 10,000 yuan of the original stone."

Zong Mingde took the spar, smiled triumphantly, turned his head and gave Qin Na a wink. Qin Na immediately stepped forward and handed the man twenty taels of silver.

The man took the silver, thanked him, and rushed back to the stonemason like a gust of wind.

The second rough stone of Zifeng has been cut by Lao Kang, but it is still the same as the first one, without traces of amber or spar.

For Zhao Yunteng, good news comes from time to time.

"Congratulations to the two eldest sons for cutting out a pot of natural spar the size of a pot!"

"Second son, great! This is a bunch of grape-shaped purple natural spar, it is so beautiful."

Almost every time Lao Kang put down the knife, good news came from the other side.

Zhao Yunteng was really overjoyed. Only when he cleared about 1,000 amber stones, did he get so many natural spars.

Although most of these natural spars are inferior products, after purification, cutting and refining, they are worth 70.8 million lacquer spars.

In addition, there are premium natural spars of different sizes. Together, all natural spars are enough to be worth millions of Yuan Qi spars!

More than half of the rough stone has not been cut. According to this ratio, three thousand amber rough stones can definitely cut a life force spar worth three million yuan.

As a result, the cost of paying for the three million yuan spar of Amber Villa was offset, and it became a one-way ticket.

In contrast, Zifeng, who killed Zhao Yunteng, did not believe that Zifeng could cut a natural spar worth 3 million lacquer spar with only four amber stones.

With the accumulation of natural spar on the desktop, Zhao Yunteng increasingly believes that he has won. Even if the four rough stones of Zifeng include the stone skin, these pieces are not worthy of Zhao Yunteng’s desktop. More natural spar.

The stakes are no longer suspense.

Zifeng had already lost. Under the conspiracy of Zhao Yunteng and Zong Mingde and the suppression of local tyrants, Zifeng had already lost.

Yunyue has been silent all the time, she silently watched Lao Kang chop the stone, every time Lao Kang slashed, her heart would be gripped.

She knew that this game could not be won, but she didn't believe that Zifeng would lose.

After experiencing Amber's deep magic killing journey, she was deeply impressed by the mystery of Zifeng, the tenacity of Zifeng and the power of Zifeng.

It was so profound that she never thought that there was anything that Zifeng couldn't solve. For example, this time there is no level of gambling. She will silently support Zifeng until the gambling is over.

On the contrary, Zifeng has a light cloud and light wind on his face.

He was beside Lao Kang, adjusting the position and size of Lao Kang's knife from time to time, just like a senior mason.

In full view.

Zifeng's second rough stone was cut away, and another top natural spar the size of a bowl was also cut away.

When Zifeng directed the third rough stone of Old Kangche, the hall was full of shouts.

"My God! What is this? A blue natural spar the size of a millstone, such a large natural spar, is the only one I have ever seen."

"Look at it! My dear. I have been a mason all my life, for the best natural spar the size of a grindstone. This is the first time I have cut out such a large and best natural spar, **** it! This life is worth it. Yes!" Zhao Yunteng and Zong Mingde piled up more and more natural crystal stones in front of them and almost collapsed the table.

Seeing the natural spar piled up in front of them, the two men burst into laughter.

They knew they had won, and they had won Zifeng by an absolute advantage.

Not only won the 12 pure white ponies of Zifeng, but also won the half-urn fairy spring spirit and a powerful iron bow.

Of course, these are not important. Most importantly, they finally trampled on Zifeng on the same day. They finally ended the undefeated legend of Zifeng.

Currently, apart from Yue Yun and Lao Kang, no one has paid attention to Zifeng's rough stone.

At this moment, no matter in the hall or outside the building, all the monks flocked to the surrounding of Zhao Yunteng and Zong Mingde. The natural spar piled up in front of them amazed all the monks.

"So many natural spars! My eyes are almost blind! This time, Young Master Yunteng and Young Master Mingde will definitely be recorded in the annals of history and be left to future generations."

"Does that still need to be said? Young Master Yunteng and Young Master Mingde are role models for our generation of monks. All of us should learn from the boldness and vision of our two great sons."

The surrounding crowds were extremely eager for Zhao Yunteng and Zong Mingde, and their hips were like tides, which made both of them feel a little elevated.

The two looked at each other, and both looked up to the sky and laughed.

Zong Mingde was very happy, because for many days, the haze brought to him by Zifeng was finally wiped out. He felt relaxed all over, and he could finally cultivate an evil spirit.

Zhao Yunteng felt that he finally gave his cousin Zhao Hu a bad breath. By the way, Zifeng was severely stepped on her feet. After that, his status in Qin Feng Academy will definitely rise.

All this is due to the waste that was defeated by Zifeng, and also due to the guy named Zifeng.

The hall is noisy.

There was an uproar outside the hall.

No one noticed Zifeng's third raw stone. The cut stone is also a bowl-sized top natural spar.

Only three people knew, Zi Feng, Yue Yun and Mason Lao Kang.

Lao Kang removed the stone skin from the spar and put the third spar on the table.

As a result, he was surprised to find that the three spars on the table were all the same size, all the size of a bowl, and they were all the best natural spars.

"Will there be such a coincidence? My old Kang has been a mason for so many years. This is a very long experience. Three rough amber stones and three finest natural spars of similar size, if not seen in person, Who would believe it?" Old Kang Xin said.

at this time. Zhao Yunteng and Zong Mingde had three thousand rough stones, only a dozen, and the total value of natural spars was 2.5 million yuan in front of the two elders.

Even if no natural spar can be cut anymore, such a record is already quite prominent.

In contrast, Zifeng has only cut three bowl-sized natural spars, and the fourth raw stone has not been cut yet.

Zifeng’s last piece of rough is a black, black, matte additive head and crushed amber rough. Lao Kang raised the knife and was about to start cutting, when Zifeng stopped him.

"Young Master Kang, let me come."