Chen Fan was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He suddenly turned around and looked at the man who had clamored for him to kneel and called his grandfather to be a thin warrior. The momentum flowed violently, surging!

"In this bet, Chen will win or lose!"

Chen Fan drew closer, and the skinny warrior had completely lost the hideous face before, and retreated like a frightened rabbit.

"Win...you, oh no, you won." The thin warrior replied tremblingly.

"Since Chen has won, do you still need Chen to kneel down and call grandpa!"

"Don't dare, brother has no eyes, elder brother, just let me go as a fart."

"Have eyes but no beads?" Chen Fan shook his head and sneered, and continued to press tightly: "I think you can see people at a good level, at least the same as everyone present!"

As soon as this remark was made, it was equivalent to a challenge with a dozen monks on the spot.

Isn’t it cool that you mocked before, why didn’t you talk?

Xiao Qi on the side saw Chen Fan's domineering and domineering side, she was fascinated, and her eyes were already shining with little stars, with infinite worship.

At this moment, Chen Fan's aura was so strong that no one dared to face him directly, as if his sharp eyes could directly stun people to death.

The thin warrior standing in the center of the storm was even more frightened, almost not scared to pee.

Seeing the other party's cowardice, Chen Fan lost interest in continuing to oppress, waved his sleeves, and said to everyone: "I wonder if I can win this bet?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone dared to hesitate at all, and immediately clasped their fists and bowed: "The little hero has won. I have no eyes and hope that the little hero will forgive me!"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Chen Fan waved his sleeves and put away the tens of thousands of spiritual stones on the ground, ignoring the pain in everyone's eyes.

Looking at the low-grade Lingshi not far away, Chen Fan was more or less excited.

He knew in his heart that his mental power had reached the point where he was infinitely close to the second-order spirit explorer, so he could vaguely detect the existence of lower-grade spirit stones, but he could not feel the specific quantity.

Therefore, before actually cutting the stone, Chen Fan still didn't know whether he could win.

But isn't this the charm of the word gambling?

Chen Fan won, what else?

Slowly walking towards his trophy, Chen Fan wanted to take it away, but at this moment, since he was sure that Chen Fan had cut out the low-grade spirit stone, Jia Yu said with a gloomy expression.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Jia Yu has no humility as a businessman should be, his voice is extremely cold, and his eyes are also cold.

"This guest officer, this spirit stone, you may not be able to take it with you today!"

"Oh?" Chen Fan made a puzzled voice, and smiled instead of anger: "What does the shopkeeper mean?"

Jia Yu slowly stopped in front of Chen Fan, and the half-step martial artist's breath flowed into his debut: "Jia made a mistake before. The price of the 58th stone is not a thousand inferior products, but a thousand inferior spirit stones!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole room was in an uproar!

This is a blatant robbery, and it's a shame. Sure enough, everything is just like outsiders' rumors. The people of the Ximen family are as thick as city walls!

"So, what if Chen has to take it away?" Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke lightly.

"In this way, Jia has no choice but to learn and teach, an objective brilliant move!"

Jia Yu's body began to gather momentum, and just behind him, there were more than a dozen people dressed as thugs began to gather.