There were not many stone gambling experts present, and they were amused by Liu Wuxie's choice.

"It's still professional Brother Cheng. I heard that he has been hired as an appraiser by many shops to select stones for some customers, and the success rate is very high."

Many people were talking quietly around, and many people knew Cheng Chen.

"In my good eyes of Mr. Cheng, this stone is the treasure of our Xiang family's tribe!"

The owner of the villager Xiang followed Cheng Chen all the time, and as for Liu Wuxie, he ignored him.

Cheng Chen stood in front of the huge rock more than three meters high and was observing carefully.

"The thing is pretty good, there is a 70% chance that the spiritual marrow can be mined."

Cheng Chen was not in a hurry to start. This huge stone was worth one million spirit stones. Although he was an elite disciple, no one dared to say that there were too many spirit stones to use.

A 70% probability is definitely a very high probability when it comes to the gambling stone world.

As long as a piece of spiritual marrow the size of a fingernail is mined, the value is absolutely more than one million.

"If Mr. Cheng really wants it, I can get a 30% discount!"

The owner of the manor Xiang looked flattering and was willing to sell it at a discount. If it weren't for him today, he wouldn't be able to sell a single product and he already regarded Cheng Chen as his benefactor.

Hearing their conversation, Liu Wuxie suddenly stopped.

Take out two of the selected products, choose to give up, and so far, we have moved to another area and replaced two stones.

"Is this kid crazy? That stone is only the size of a palm and can mine spiritual marrow. I knelt down and kowtowed to him on the spot."

The two stones exchanged by Liu Wuxie, one of which was only the size of an adult's palm.

The most annoying price is very cheap, only ten spirit stones.

Ignoring the ridicule around him, Liu Wuxie had already selected seven things in more than ten minutes.

The last three are missing.

Cheng Chen also chose almost the same choice. Every time he chose, the owner of the manor Xiang praised him for his good eyesight, and the spectators around him also praised him.

"Mr. Cheng is worthy of being a professional. At least more than 30% of the ten he selected can mine spiritual marrow."

A burst of compliments rang out from all around.

Liu Wuxie walked to the rotten wood, glanced around, and pulled out something like a bamboo pole from the pile of broken wood.

"This kid must have a bad mind. There is a saying in the stone gambling industry that you would rather choose stone than wood, choose wood than fine wood, choose fine wood, choose rod."

This means that between stone and wood, stone is preferred, and the possibility of the spiritual corpus contained in it is greater.

Secondly, choose wood, not thin ones. This kind of thing is basically garbage. Not to mention spiritual corpus, it is difficult to mine even spirituality.

Finally, choose the fine or not the bamboo.

It doesn’t matter if you choose a fine one. Never choose something like bamboo sections, as this kind of wood is even less likely to have spirituality.

Liu Wuxie not only chose wood, but also thin ones, but more importantly, he chose a bamboo.

No wonder it caused laughter from everyone.
Chapter completed!