"Master Kong, your family is the founder of Shifang, and grew up in the pile of rough rocks since I was a child, and I, an ordinary poor boy, I am not good at betting."

When Chen Fan said truthfully, Kong Fanxing sneered when he heard the words: "Brother Chen, don't be self-effacing. You are almost finished betting on the rough stones of my stone workshop, and you said you don't know how to bet on rocks?"

Faced with such an answer, Chen Fan sighed as if he had accepted his fate, and finally nodded and said: "Unexpectedly, Master Kong has to bet, then Chen can only die with the gentleman."

"It's just that I have a weird temper. I have never agreed to a game without a lottery. I wonder if Master Kong can accommodate it?"

At this moment, Kong Fanxing thought with his knees, and he also knew what Chen Fan was talking about. Naturally, it was the soul that cleans the sand.

Well, since it is for this reason, he has to agree and must agree, and if he cannot, he must also agree!

With so many people present today, if Kong Fanxing was stunned, it would be the Kong family's face that he would lose. Kong Fanxing would never dare to bear this price.

But it doesn't matter, Kong Fanxing has some tricks against Chen Fan.

Because in the Confucian Stone Workshop in the capital, there is a spiritual detector sitting in town!

Moreover, he is also the legendary third-order spirit explorer, able to detect high-grade spirit stones!

It's not that Kong Fanxing has never doubted Chen Fan's identity. After all, a person who is so familiar with the way of betting on stones is likely to be a spiritual explorer.

However, he believes that Chen Fan is at most a Tier 2 Spirit Detector. Where can I find so many high-level Spirit Detectors in this world?

Therefore, Kong Fanxing will be confident and confident!

"Since Brother Chen has brought it up, we will use the spirit to clean the sand as our head, but if Brother Chen loses, what will happen?"

Chen Fan smiled slightly and said, "Leave it to you!"

Only four words made Kong Fanxing very satisfied. He has had enough of Chen Fan's persistent pursuit. As long as he can completely overwhelm Chen Fan this time, it will save a lot of trouble in the future.

In this way, the gambling game was established. Before everyone noticed, the deacon who had been maintaining the order of Shifang disappeared, replaced by an old man with a white beard, standing next to Kong Fanxing.

The good name is called, lay hands.

However, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this old man is a third-order spiritual detective in Shifang, known as Mr. Ghost.

This is a legend, and even Emperor Chen has personally approached him for advice on gambling experience.

Being able to do things under the hands of the Kong family shows how wealthy the Kong family is.

It's just that, inevitably, many people are worried about Chen Fan. After all, even if he is in the fortune, can he be able to beat the Spirit Detector?

It's not a weight class at all.

After seeing Mr. Gui's appearance, he immediately agreed to Chen Fan with mental strength, and then secretly transmitted his voice to Kong Fanxing and said, "It's okay, young master, this son is not a spiritual detector, maybe just good luck."

This sentence gave Kong Fanxing infinite confidence. If he was still a little worried, now he is not worried at all.

After all, even Mr. Ghost has said that Chen Fan is not even a spiritual detector, so how can an ordinary person fight a third-order spiritual detector?

It's just that Kong Fanxing has forgotten one point. Spirit Detectors can indeed explore each other's cultivation base, but only for high-level Spirit Detectors to detect low-level ones.

A Tier 3 ghost teacher, how could he detect Wang Qiang who is a Tier 4 Spirit Detector?

Obviously, this time Chen Fan came after he was fully prepared.

As a Tier 4 spiritual explorer, he is no exaggeration to say that he can only use two words to describe any Shifang in the Jiuzhou Continent.

Gamble!

No one knows how many Tier 4 Spirit Detectors there are in the entire Jiuzhou Continent.

But what is certain is that there is absolutely no more than ten fingers!

Imagine that there are only ten seats in the world. Chen Fan occupies one of them. How powerful is he?