Tao soldiers are subordinate to the monks themselves. They are born from Tao and cannot be taken away by others.

It can be borrowed, but as long as the monk has a thought, the Taoist soldiers will return to the body.

Mingxian surnamed Wei smiled awkwardly and took out the flaming red flying knife.

He didn't want to show off his Taoist skills too much, but his little master gave him orders, so how could he refuse.

"You want to help me cut the stone?" Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he noticed something, and his eyes swept across the 17 bluestones.

"Well, trust me." Ouyang Nuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ning Fan seemed to understand something and smiled gratefully at Ouyang Nuan.

He knew that Ouyang Nuan wanted to help him.

Therefore, although he is ruthless, he still smiles kindly.

Raising his palm, the power of memories like wind and snow took shape in Ning Fan's palm, turning into a small black gold sword.

The moment this little sword appeared, even the immortals here showed a look of horror.

"Tao Weapon! This guy's cultivation level is no more than Broken Seven, but he actually has Tao Weapon!"

"This is...the second step of artistic conception! This boy has actually cultivated the power of artistic conception to the second step!"

The Mingxian surnamed Wei was also shocked. He had always been proud of the fact that few Mingxian of the same level had Tao soldiers, but he did.

Now that Ning Fan actually has Taoist soldiers, how can we not be surprised?

Anyone who can possess Tao soldiers before becoming an immortal is not a person with astonishing qualifications!

He had underestimated Ning Fan too much before!

With such a high qualification, why not be a guest of the Pharmacy Sect?

"Is this your Taoist soldier?" Ouyang Nuan's mouth couldn't close in surprise.

With her status and experience, she would rarely be so surprised.

"Well, I'll let you cut the stone."

Ning Fan handed the small black gold sword to Ouyang Nuan. The other party treated him with sincerity, and he responded with sincerity.

Taking the small black gold sword, Ouyang Nuan stroked the cold sword body and realized that this weapon had not been refined.

When I thought about it again, I thought it was normal.

To refining the Taoist soldiers, you must at least use the cultivation level of Mingxian.

"You don't mind being embarrassed, right?" Ouyang Nuan showed a cunning look.

"I don't mind, as long as I don't lose my life." Ning Fan's words contained profound meaning.

He knew that there must be something extraordinary in the divine treasure he chose.

If it was a dangerous move, it would definitely kill countless people, including himself.

If it is a treasure burial, there may be very rare treasures and ancient medicines in it. Cutting it open in public may trigger too many pursuits.

Ouyang Nuan wanted to help him avoid the Shen Zang Bu Qie.

The two are neither relatives nor friends. But Ouyang Nuan wanted to help him. This is what makes Ning Fan sigh and what makes him grateful to Ouyang Nuan.

"Then I'll cut it. Let's cut the one hundred thousand piece first."

Ouyang Nuansu raised his hand. The small black gold sword turned into a three-foot black sword at the right time.

She did not cut the stone carefully as usual, but directly slashed it with her sword, cutting the bluestone in two.

laugh!

With a slash of the sword, all the elixirs in the divine treasure were cut into two pieces, and the medicinal energy drained away rapidly.

Countless monks were shocked by Ouyang Nuan's appalling stone cutting method.

Ning Fan was not surprised at all. He shook his head helplessly, "Luck is really unreliable sometimes."

What was destroyed by Ouyang Nuan's sword was a hundred-year-old elixir...

This magical medicine will be destroyed if it is destroyed. Naturally, no one will feel sorry for it.

Inside a divine treasure was actually a century-old elixir. Every old monster looked at Ning Fan with deep sympathy.

This is black luck. Spending 100,000 crystals and only getting a hundred-year-old elixir. It's really pitiful...

"The next one is for 50,000 yuan."

laugh!

With another sword strike, a thousand-year-old elixir was chopped into pieces by Ouyang Nuan.

"Cough cough cough... Thousand-year-old elixir, I have lost fifty thousand Dao crystals..."

Ouyang Nuan saw that there was no strange color on Ning Fan's face, so he smiled and continued cutting stones.

"The next one is 200,000 yuan!"

laugh!

Five hundred years of elixir...

"The next one is 500,000 yuan!"

laugh!

The elixir of life...

"Next..."

Not long after, Ouyang Nuan had cut open 11 medicine bags one after another. Only 6 were left.

The oldest of the 11 elixirs cut out was only 20,000 years old...

"If you don't cut it anymore, this Taoist soldier will return it to you. It will be futile to cut it again. The remaining six pieces of medicine can be kept as a souvenir..."

Ouyang Nuan returned the small black gold sword to Ning Fan and winked at Ning Fan. Ning Fan understood, nodded, and put the remaining six pieces of medicine into the storage bag.

Everyone else looked at Ning Fan with sympathy. He spent more than 10 million Dao Crystals and ended up with a bunch of rubbish elixirs. As expected of a black-luck monk, he was bound to lose every bet.

"The remaining six medicine treasures are not dangerous. You can cut them open in a deserted place. Don't be seen by others. Otherwise, even a true immortal may kill you and seize the treasure." Ouyang Nuan then sent a message to Ning Fan.

.

"Thank you." Ning Fan cupped his fists and thanked her, while Ouyang Nuan smiled back.

"Your luck is really good. Maybe it's because you appeared here that your luck interfered with me, so I didn't notice the existence of that thing. It's just the way of luck. Higher is not better. Sometimes things will turn to the extreme.

Yes, just like today, relying too much on luck may get you into trouble. You should be more careful in the future, Taoist Ning."

Ning Fan thanked Ouyang Nuan again for the reminder.

Ning Fan knew that she was right.

Luck can help Ning Fan cut out good things, but too good luck may allow Ning Fan to cut out something too precious in public, making those powerful monks jealous and seize the treasure...

This is the disaster caused by luck.

"The way of the world is that everything must be reversed... Just like luck, it is also like fate."

"The two poles of life are life and death. The end of life is death, and the end of death is life. This is the life and death in reincarnation. Beyond the life and death of reincarnation, one obtains eternal life, and this eternal life has no end. If the immortal life is destroyed, then

It is eternal death and cannot be reincarnated...things must be reversed when they reach their extremes..."

Ning Fan was filled with thoughts, but Ouyang Nuan once again showed a bored expression and wanted to leave.

"Are you still cutting stones? If you don't, I won't watch anymore and I'll leave first."

"Well, I also want to cut up some animal hides."

Ning Fan nodded. He had not forgotten his original intention. Wasn't he coming to the gambling house just to make money?

Most of those six medicine stores are rare medicines and cannot be sold casually.

If you want to make money, you can't rely on those six medicines.

"Zang Zang?" Upon hearing this, Ouyang Nuan's eyes immediately lit up, seeming to be very interested.

"Then you keep cutting, and I'll see what interesting things you can cut out. But you have to be more careful this time, because I don't know how to distinguish between good and bad beasts. If I cut out rare beasts again, I'm afraid I won't be able to.

Helped you cover it up..."

"It doesn't matter, I still know some of the advantages and disadvantages of beast hiding."

After saying this, Ning Fan walked directly to the small garden where the beast collection was piled.

All the old monsters from Suixu were speechless when they saw that Ning Fan dared to cut stones after losing more than 10 million Dao Crystals.

Ten million Dao Crystals is a huge amount of money for Yu Suixu.

No matter how rich Ning Fan is, there is no need to struggle with money. Knowing that he has bad luck, he still wants to cut stones. It is simply that he will not look back until he hits the wall.

Maybe this is the mentality of a gambler. The more you lose, the more you want to gamble, and the more miserably you lose.

The Mingxian present also shook his head slightly, looking down upon Ning Fan's ambition.

As a monk, there is no harm in gambling on luck or life. But the most taboo thing is that you cannot afford to lose.

If you can't afford to lose, it shows that this person's will is too fragile.

How can the road of spiritual cultivation be smooth sailing, and how can it be victorious every time?

Without a strong heart and the ability to accept failure calmly, it will be difficult to reach the peak of this spiritual path.
To be continued...