C825 Phoenix Blood Stone
"Sure, sure!"
Zhang Di did not think highly of Zhan Ming's stone. To him, it was just a piece of cake and was completely useless. However, with so many people watching, he could only seriously start cutting.
Kacha, kacha …
The knife in Zhang Di's hand continued to cut as stone chips fell off from the blade. However, nothing came out.
"Hahaha
