The crowd was shocked, and someone quickly stepped forward to support the sixty-year-old man, who looked dazed and in pain.
However, Su Huansheng just shook his head and said, "You've rushed into it too hastily. The Stone Manipulation Technique isn't used like this."
Chen Lan, in agony, said, "Elder, I... I?"
Su Huansheng waved his hand. "After this, follow me to Zhongnan Mountain."
Chen Lan's heart trembled. "Thank you, Elder."
Chen Lan actually gambled on stones until he spat blood! What kind of situation was this?
"Is this still stone gambling? It actually made someone gamble to the point of spitting blood!" Mu Yuxun exclaimed.
Mu Chenglong sighed. "Chen Lan wanted to win too badly."
Chen Lan's eyes were fixed on Taoist Bei Sheng. He hadn't fainted, clinging to a sliver of consciousness, wanting to see what kind of jade the other man would cut.
Bei Sheng was very nervous. He couldn't care less about Chen Lan at this moment; he had to take care of himself first!
