C32 Ding Yuan Who Has Nothing to Live For(last Part)

Ding Yuan did not understand Qing Yuan's demeanor as a master, so he was ready to start cutting the stone.

At this moment, everyone held their breaths and stared at the stone. They were afraid that they would miss out on every detail. One must know that this was an item that was auctioned off for 10,000 Spirit Stone. The value of this item was probably inestimable.

Ding Yuan was very satisfied with the expressions of the crowd. He gathered his strength and shouted out loudly, then he slashed at the protolith.

"Bang!"

With a loud sound, the stonecrop shattered into pieces, and some of them even sprayed onto the faces of others.

From this point of view, it could be seen that the difference between Ding Yuan and Chen Fan was not small at all.

Not only did he have control over his strength, but he also had the gambling stone.

When the dust settled, everyone was stunned.

"Eh? Where's the Spirit Stone?"

Along with the first disbelieving voice, everyone pulled their necks and looked in the direction of the protolith. It was a vast expanse of dust. It was just an ordinary rock...

"Impossible, ten thousand Spirit Stones and you're selling it back to a big rock?"

At this moment, Ding Yuan felt the world spinning around him. With disbelief in his eyes, he shattered the big rock in front of him. Not to mention the Spirit Stone, he didn't even see a strand of hair.

Sitting on the ground dejectedly, Ding Yuan once again cried. It was incomparably miserable. Anyone who heard it would feel sad, and those who saw it would cry.

The news of 10,000 Spirit Stone buying a stone would probably spread throughout the entire Qingyang City before tomorrow. The Ding Family would also become the laughing stock of everyone. Then, after Ding Yuan returned home, he would probably be skinned alive.

Chen Fan had a reserved smile on his face. He slowly walked to Ding Yuan's side and took out the document that the other party had strongly requested from him. He waved it in front of Ding Yuan's eyes.

"Then, Young Master Ding, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"

Ding Yuan noticed Chen Fan's eyes and seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He pointed at him and shouted, "It's you. You snatched the protolith first. Why did you cheat me?"

Ding Yuan was now hysterical, like a child who had his toy stolen.

On the other hand, Chen Fa still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was seriously tilting his head and thinking for a while before he said, "Is that so? Maybe I misjudged..."

His words caused everyone to burst into laughter. Now, everyone could tell that Chen Fan was trying to trick Ding Yuan. At the same time, some of the scheming people felt fear from Chen Fan's reaction.

Thinking back to everything that had happened just now, Chen Fan's actions were flawless. He had played everyone in the palm of his hand. This method was simply sensational.

The most serious one among the crowd was probably hunchbacked old man. As a matter of fact, only he, Qing Yuan, and Chen Fan had sharp eyes. Naturally, he was very clear about Chen Fan's actions.

Sighing, he thought to himself that he had probably met a formidable opponent. What was even more terrifying than a formidable opponent was how big was Chen Fan?

Sixteen years old!

The potential for him to grow in the future was limitless.

Looking at the promissory note in Chen Fan's hand, Ding Yuan finally unwillingly handed over the low-grade spiritual treasure and longsword. At the same time, he watched helplessly as Chen Fan kept the spiritual treasure that originally belonged to him into his storage bag.

Looking at Ding Yuan's ancient back as he left, Chen Fan faintly said, "Young Master Ding, welcome to continue with Chen's gambling stone when you have time. I will tell you what I need."

In the distance, Ding Yuan staggered and ran away as if he was fleeing.