"I don't believe it. I am a master of Origin Technique. How could I lose? I still want to bet!" Han Feng shouted, looking like a madman.

"Stop gambling, brother, you will lose all the resources of our village!" Er Lengzi wiped his tears and held Han Feng tightly.

"Brother, if we lose all the money, we will be beaten to death when we go back!" Wang Shu also pulled Han Feng with snot and tears.

"Go away, I will definitely win. I want to prove to all of you that I am a master of Origin Technique." Han Feng pushed Wang Shu and Er Lengzi away.

"Let's bet again, I will definitely beat you!" Han Feng shouted to the man in brocade.

"I'm too stupid to gamble, I can't bear the blow."

"A mining person who has lived in a mine all his life has never seen the big world. He has lost so much. I am afraid he will be beaten to the point of losing his mind."

"I was lucky enough to cut open a piece of source, and I really thought I knew the source technique!"

The people around looked at Han Feng's stunned look, pointing and making sarcastic remarks!

"Haha, Mud Monkey, do you still have a source of energy in your body? What are you betting on me!" the man in brocade robes mocked.

"I still have a source of energy in my body. We have found a source mine in our village. Do you dare to bet with me?"

As soon as Han Feng said these words, everyone present's eyes lit up, as if they had seen delicious meat.

No matter how big or small a source mine is, there will definitely be no shortage of sources in it.

The delusional idiot in front of me must be very rich!

Han Feng calmly looked into everyone's expressions, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, everyone heard it. It was he who asked me to bet with him. Haha, Master of Source Technique, you go and pick the Source Stone. The conditions remain unchanged!

If you cut out the source, I will pay you ten times its value. If you can't cut it out, you will give me ten times its value. This condition is not too much!" said the man in brocade with a smile.

"I'm here to bet with you too, count me in!" A person next to the man in brocade said.

"Counting you, everyone here can bet with me. I want to prove to all of you that I am a master of Origin Technique and that I really know Origin Technique." Han Feng said with confidence.

Oh, just when I was about to doze off, someone brought me a pillow.

"No, brother, stop gambling, brother, you will be beaten to death if you go back!" Er Lunzi and Wang Shu hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Count me in, I'll bet with you too!"

"Count me in, I want to bet with you too!"

Soon, about thirty people participated.

For them, this is just a stupid person coming to their doorstep, and they can't bear to watch it for days.

Obviously, these people were interested in what Han Feng said about the source mine, and they all wanted to kill the fat sheep.

But there are also many people waiting and watching!

Han Feng quickly picked out a piece of Origin Stone. The Origin Stone looked very ordinary, gray and dark, and nothing special.

"Master Yuan, just cut this piece. This piece of Origin Stone must come from the Source."

Master Na Yuan looked at Han Feng and shook his head silently. This young man seemed to be heading for the dark side!

"That's right, let's cut it. The source master has said that this source stone must come from the source. We are all waiting to lose!" The man in brocade clothes said with a calm smile.

Master Lao Yuan sacrificed his knife and began to cut the source. He raised the knife and lowered it, and the stone skin fell down with the sound.

"Crack!"

When the second knife was cut, a glow bloomed in an instant. From the incision, the brilliance shot out, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze.

The rich aura makes people feel like they are soaking in a hot spring, the pores all over the body relax, and they feel very comfortable.

"It's coming out, haha, brother, it's coming out, your luck is back!" Er Lunzi laughed instantly.

"How is it possible? Impossible! How could the source be cut out!"

The moment he saw the source, the man in brocade felt like he had been hit hard, as if his head had been hammered hard. He was dizzy and stunned.

"So lucky!?"

Even the old master of Qieyuan found it unbelievable that this stone was obviously very ordinary and could not have originated from it.

"Impossible? Could it be that this person is really lucky?!"

Everyone was surprised, especially those who participated in stone gambling. Their faces looked like they were constipated and felt as if they had eaten shit.

"Hahaha, it came out. I said this piece of Origin Stone will definitely come out. Cut it into pieces and see how much there is." Han Feng laughed, very proud.

Master Lao Yuan quickly cut out the source, which was as big as an adult's head. Although it was an ordinary source, it weighed about ten kilograms.

"Ten Jinyuan, each of you has to pay me one hundred Jinyuan. Don't run away. I'm willing to admit defeat. There are more than thirty people. I remember them all. Don't forget. This is the stone square of Dayan Holy Land. You seem to be defaulting on your debt."

Han Feng saw a few people trying to run away and shouted loudly.

The few people who wanted to run stopped when they heard what Han Feng said. This is the Holy Land Shifang. If they dare to cheat, it will ruin the reputation of the Holy Land. Even if they have the courage to do so, they will not dare to do so.

The man in brocade robes looked pale, and the faces of the men in brocade robes who were traveling with him were even a little green.

The people who participated in the stone gambling all had extremely ugly faces. Even if I sold them all a hundred kilograms of gold, they still couldn't get it out.

Those who are well-off, born well, and have forty or fifty kilograms on their body are already very wealthy.

"Hurry up, don't wait too long, take out the source." Han Feng has been acting for so long, isn't he just waiting for this moment.

What's faster than harvesting leeks?

This is cheaper than robbing, but robbing is still illegal. After all, robbing requires taking risks.

Each of the people who participated in the stone gambling took out their source bags.

Wang Shu and Er Lengzi happily went to put away the bags one by one, still looking like they were crying bitterly just now.

"Why is there only such a small amount of water? The number is wrong!" Wang Shu opened a bag of water and counted the water inside. It only cost twenty or thirty kilograms of water.

"I only have so many sources in my body!" the man said awkwardly.

"Oh, you poor guy, you don't have enough resources to learn from others how to bet on stones!" Wang Shu mocked unceremoniously.

"Forget it, why are you arguing with a bunch of poor people? Let's just count them as much as we have!" Han Feng said with a magnanimous look.

After collecting all the sources, more than thirty people could not collect 1,500 kilograms of sources. Han Feng was somewhat disgusted, but he still took out a jade bottle and took the sources in.

After performing for half a day, he only harvested more than 1,200 kilograms, which somewhat did not meet his expectations.

Seeing Han Feng pocketing the more than a thousand yuan, everyone around him became jealous.

A small sect, after many years of accumulation, probably only has this little net worth!

And the bulk of this was provided by the man in brocade and his companions.

The identities of these people are not simple. Each of them took out a hundred kilograms of yuan.

Seeing Han Feng put the source away, the men in brocade clothes stared at Han Feng with gloomy eyes.

"Is there anyone else who wants to bet?" Han Feng's eyes were arrogant, and his pride was evident on his face.

Many people in the crowd were very moved. In their opinion, this was a big fat sheep. It was too fat and would not be slaughtered until it was slaughtered. The temporary luck could not continue forever.

"Is this how I bet you?"

At this time, an old man stood up, looked at Han Feng and said.

Han Feng took a look at the other person. The old man's dark aura suggested that he might have reached the Great Perfection of the Taoist Palace.

The other party is afraid that he is eyeing the thousand kilograms of water in his arms.

"Count me in, I'll bet with you too."

"Add me one!"

Soon, five people spoke up and wanted to bet Han Feng on stones.

Today's Han Feng, in everyone's eyes, is a fat sheep.

Han Feng glanced at these five people calmly. They were all monks in the Dao Palace realm, and they were probably worth better.

"Okay, I won't refuse anyone who comes. I am the Master of Origin Technique, and I will gamble you until your face turns green!" Han Feng said arrogantly.

"Young man, this business is in deep water, so just stop it when you see a chance." Qieyuan's old master advised him.

"No need, I'm very powerful in origin skills and can beat them to shame." Han Feng thanked the other party for their kindness, but this was what he wanted, and he deliberately led people to bet against him, so that he could reap the rewards quickly.

Seeing that Han Feng insisted on gambling, the old man stopped trying to persuade him.

"Tell me, how to bet?" Han Feng looked at the five people.

"Let's make a bet. Each of us chooses the Source Stone and cuts out the Source Stone. The one with the most wins.

The loser must not only give the opponent the source he cut out, but also compensate the opponent for the same number of sources!" said the old man among them.

Han Feng looked at the other four people and asked, "Do you still have any opinions?"

"No!"

"Okay, let's bet like this!" Han Feng nodded in agreement.

Although he wanted to bet ten times as much, these five people were obviously human beings and there was no way they would agree.
To be continued...