Beastmaster: My little skeleton killed the god

It is now 9 o'clock in the evening.

In a few minutes, the answer will be revealed.

Li Lingwei was extremely nervous. She clenched her fists tightly. A little sweat seeped out of her palms, but she didn't feel it.

A bet of five million is an astronomical figure for an ordinary citizen.

Zhang Heng, on the other hand, seemed to be doing nothing. He was still sitting next to her, reading the latest news on his phone...

Li Lingwei looked at Zhang Heng's leisurely appearance and could only continue to pinch her hair nervously.

Could the news be more important than these five million? Zhang Heng was too calm...

At the scene, in addition to Li Lingwei, there was another person who was particularly nervous, and that was Wang Jun.

At this moment, he was fidgeting on the stool, getting up from time to time to check the polishing machine, wanting to see the actual condition of the raw stone.

This not only represents a five million bet, but also represents his skills and dignity.

This is something more important than money...

The female companion who came with him has left alone.

Although she is a gold digger, she also has dignity.

What Wang Jun said at that time had deeply hurt her heart, making her leave resolutely.

You know, Wang Jun is one of the candidates she really likes...

The polishing master watched the shipment of the raw stones intently, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead.

Operating this polishing machine is also a big project, and it requires a high level of physical fitness.

The polishing machine was surrounded by people in three layers inside and outside. Everyone was curious about what grade of spirit core would appear inside. Or perhaps both of them guessed wrong and there would be no spirit core inside at all.

In a corner of the room stood a middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing a robe.

His eyes were particularly resolute, and combined with his square face, he looked even more righteous...

At this moment, he stood there, straight, serious and dignified, with the air of someone who had been in a high position for a long time.

There was a bald man next to him, gnawing on a chicken leg, and whispered in his ear.

"Lord, I just went to look at that stone and it feels like something good will come out of it. Do you want to collect it then?"

The bald man's face was greasy and fat from eating. Although he gave off an aura that kept strangers away, he was very respectful when talking to the middle-aged man next to him, for fear of angering the middle-aged man.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shook his head, muttering to himself.

"The skin is tight and not loose, with several spiritual mist bands in the middle. The most exaggerated part is the back, where there is a spiritual python color running through the entire stone. It is either a big collapse or a big increase. The buyer is a wonderful person, a wonderful person!"

His eyes suddenly burst into a special red light, and he grabbed the bald man's arm.

With a little force, the bald man grimaced in pain...

Seeing the situation, he loosened his grip and continued muttering.

"Xincheng, it's been a long time since I came here. After you look at this stone today, follow me to the island. I have to meet my good friend!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man actually revealed a strange smile.

The bald man, who was over two meters tall, was now hunched over, curled up into a ball, not daring to breathe.

He could only put on a smile, but no matter how he looked at it, this smile was uglier than crying.

Friends? What the hell are friends...

Why the hell do you call a giant beast over a hundred feet tall your friend?

The bald man couldn't help but sigh softly.

How come this time, he was the one to accompany this monster? It was really unfair...

“It’s shipped, it’s shipped!!!”

The polisher shouted, and the whole room became hot. Everyone leaned over.

Middle-aged men are no exception.

He is not tall, less than 1.7 meters.

So he snapped his fingers, and the bald man squatted down silently. He then stepped on the bald man's back and watched patiently.

The bald man became more depressed.

He really didn't understand why a master with such terrifying power wouldn't use his own strength to directly blow away these troublesome ants...

"Give in, give in..."

After the polishing master removed the glue, he held the entire stone in his arms.

Bang!

The stone was placed firmly on the table for everyone to admire.

In such a cold day, Wang Jun had already broken out in a cold sweat. When the truth about Shitou was about to be revealed, he began to sweat again.

He took out his handkerchief tremblingly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I couldn't help but look at the stone out of curiosity.

After seeing the stone clearly, he almost fainted from happiness...

“I win, I win!!”

Wang Jun stood there, dancing and jumping for joy.

"I knew it, I knew it, you are trash, waste..."

As a result, Wang Jun began to mock Zhang Heng crazily.

Li Lingwei walked forward and saw the slight green color emanating from the polished spirit core. Her mind went blank and her fingers began to tremble slightly.

It was just as Wang Jun said, this was a second-level spirit core...

Zhang Heng grabbed Li Lingwei's little hand and helped her sit on the chair.

On both sides of the stone, onlookers sighed and took the initiative to make way for it.

There were even veterans who sighed with regret.

"Almost, really almost. The spirit core itself is already a level three spirit core, but because the spiritual energy inside it dissipated a part, it regressed to a level two spirit core."

There was an old man in the middle. He walked up, touched the stone, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's a good stone. It's really a good stone. However, it's too old and no one has mined it. The core in the middle seems to have deteriorated."

Zhang Heng walked up to the stone, looked at the mysterious green light emitting from it, and touched his head in confusion.

Could it be that my hidden talent could be misjudged?

Zhang Heng gently stroked the spirit core, but could only smile bitterly helplessly.

"I'm willing to admit defeat, this..."

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Heng was about to admit that he had lost, but at this time, the middle-aged man came out and stopped him.

"The shell is condensed and not scattered, and the core is gathered and tangible. This is a mid-grade spiritual core. Cut a knife in the back and go in an inch. You will find the answer. Boy, you did not lose..."

The middle-aged man was talking to himself.

At the same time, he took out a small knife and prepared to insert it.

Wang Jun was not going to do it this time.

Who the hell are you? You're ruining your own business...

"What are you doing? Did I ask you to move this stone?"

I was about to continue to curse and swear.

The middle-aged man walked down from the bald man's back and glared at Wang Jun.

In an instant, Wang Jun's entire body seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture, and he could no longer speak.

The knife flew under the stone, lifted it up, and penetrated it an inch straight into it.

Suddenly, green light shone everywhere.

The appearance of a fourth-level spirit core was revealed inside.