Scrap, scrap, scrap ...
Until the end, until Nan Echo's complexion turned pale and was about to collapse.
In the center, a small piece of spirit stone was finally cut out.
It's about the size of a finger belly.
If you don't observe carefully, you won't see it at all.
If you are looking for someone to solve the stone outside, instead of using the ability directly from the dragon.
This small piece of spirit stone uncovered is probably not enough for labor ...
"call!"
The dragon shook his tongue.
Swallow the two spirit stones.
Then, licking his lips in disgust, turned and walked back.
"brush!"
The blood trough on Ye Qingli's side rose again by a small grid.
Siying and Wenrenqing couldn't help but stick out their tongues.
Can't get it back for a long time.
Could it be that the legend is worse?
Although Wan Qingyun couldn't pick a better rough stone, can he make the other party worse?
Pull the opponent to the same level as yourself, and then use your rich experience to win?
At this time, the blood groove length of both sides has risen to the same level.
Moreover, the length is more than half.
In other words, the progress of the game is over half.
In the other half, you can determine the outcome.
Nan echo suddenly became nervous!
She turned around, looked at Duan Chuxue, and whispered, "Sister Chuxue ... or you come."
She thinks, is her recent luck really bad?
Even Wan Qingyun, a guy who knows nothing about appraising spirit stones, can't compare with her!
The point is, if Wan Qingyun really walked and stepped on shit, he was lucky.
Then she recognized it.
However, Wan Qingyun is clearly playing his own standard.
Almost all the original stones he picked out were rotten!
However, the self-selected ones are worse than him!
Nan Echo felt that even if he picked someone who didn't understand it at all.
The original stone selected will not be worse than its own!
So, this can only be explained as, my own luck is too bad!
Everything is hurt by that bitch!
Since I met her, my luck began to fall to the extreme!
Therefore, the Southern Echo echoed decisively and gave up the efforts to continue to compete with Wan Qingyun.
Tossed this pot to Duan Chuxue.
"Okay, here I come."
Duan Chuxue came up solemnly.
Now, for the first time, she wondered whether her eyesight had a problem.
Why, even people of Wan Qingyun's level can step on their own heads?
She took a closer look at the original stone in front of her.
Then, a piece was selected from it.
The two began to compete again.
The process of the competition began to accelerate slowly.
Middle grade to lower grade, Ye Qingli team wins!
Inferior vs. scrap, Ye team wins!
Middle class vs. scrap, Ye team wins ...
In the continuous roar of the dragon, time began to pass by quickly.
The length of the blood trough on Ye Qingli's side rose almost at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
The speed of the calcite of the dragon is not comparable to that of all the best calcite masters in the world.
And it has never tasted delicious.
Emotions began to become very irritable.
Therefore, the speed of calcite began to become faster.
In an instant, Wan Qingyun's side actually got a 20-game winning streak!
Nan Echo and others looked at the length of the blood trough opposite, rising rapidly.
On his own, it is simply stagnant!
"Wa hahaha!"