"No, I can do it myself."


    Yang Xuan got up slowly and yawned lazily. He was just cutting a fairy source. It''s hard for him. Why do you need someone else to do it for him?


    In addition, if you ask Master yuan of the stone cutting workshop to cut stones, you have to pay a certain amount of Xianjing to the stone cutting workshop. Unless he is rich and has too much spare money, he won''t spend the wronged money.


    "In that case, please pay attention when cutting stones. If you accidentally damage the treasures in Xianyuan or something valuable, bishifang will not be responsible."


    The donkey faced man nodded and bowed down. Although some words offended people, this was the unwritten rule of the stone cutting workshop. He had to make it clear in advance to avoid contradictions afterwards.


    In fact, this kind of thing often occurs in major stone cutting workshops. Some people cut too hard and destroyed the collection in Xianyuan, but they turned to the stone cutting workshop to make compensation. In the end, it was very unpleasant.


    "Funny, what good things can you cut out of this gloomy little fairy source?"


    Over there, Liu Qing took a look at Yang Xuan and disdained the way: "to cut stones, you have to be able to choose stones first, but you don''t even know how to choose Xianyuan. You are a layman. You 10000 immortal crystals are destined to drift."


    "Well, what if I cut something this time?"


    Yang Xuan looked up at Liu Qing with a smile.


    He has achieved great success in the art of Jiuding Qiyun, and cultivated his own unique way of life. He has a strong avenue of Qiyun. Even if he buys a Xianyuan casually, the probability of getting treasure is definitely not small.


    This is the so-called gambling on luck. With his great fortune today, he is only stronger than those legendary sons of destiny. Why bother to choose Xianyuan?


    Of course, this is only a small test.


    He didn''t come here today to make a fuss, or deliberately give money to Feng family''s stone cutting workshop, but deliberately kicked the hall. I''ll have to make Feng family''s stone cutting workshop bleed a lot later.


    "No matter what you cut out, as long as it''s not Xianjing, I''ll buy it twice as much as the market price. Unfortunately, your Xianyuan is too small and ugly. Nine times out of ten, it''s the legendary waste source. Maybe there''s not even any Xianjing in it."


    Liu Qing tilted her mouth and looked like she had a winning ticket. She seemed to have a great study of Xianyuan. She could tell whether Xianyuan was good or bad by her naked eyes alone.


    His expression, although very unpleasant, was reasonable.


    Some spectators agreed with the tunnel: "this fairy source is really not good. Maybe it is really a waste source. This son should lose this bet."


    Jialan fairy listened to these words and couldn''t help coming to Yang Xuan and whispered, "my Buddhist insight can''t see through this fairy source. Lin Feng, why don''t you change one?"


    "Well, cash on delivery, you can''t return it at will."


    The donkey faced man frowned slightly. Xianjing accepted it. How can he return it? There is no precedent in any stone cutting workshop.


    "That''s it. There''s no need to change it."


    Yang Xuan grinned, looked around at the surrounding crowd, pointed to Liu Qing over there and said, "you have heard what Taoist brother just said. Please give me a witness."


    This remark fell, and immediately got the pandering of the man in yellow.


    "No problem, little brother, just cut it. I''ll testify to you that this man from the Taoist gate will dare to go back on his word. I''m afraid he won''t have the face to stay in the ethereal immortal city in the future."


    "It has nothing to do with you. Mind your own business."


    Liu Qing stared at the man in yellow, then turned to Yang Xuan and snorted, "don''t linger, cut it quickly. When you cut it, I have to choose Xianyuan to let you understand the gap between you and me."


    "Ha ha, I''ve been looking forward to brother Liu''s source art for a long time. I''ll have to see it later."


    Zhou Zheng also spoke. He and Liu Qing came from the ancestral land of Taoism, but they came from two different Taoism sects and did not practice source art.


    But Liu Qing is different. The yuxu sect he belongs to keeps a very powerful source art. Not long ago, Liu Qing even put down his rhetoric and wanted to attend the stone cutting conference three days later.


    "Hey, if you don''t admit defeat, it''s a big deal. I''ll give you 10000 fairy crystals, so you don''t lose."


    Liu Qing ridiculed again and again. He didn''t believe it. As a Taoist disciple proficient in source art, he couldn''t compare with Yang Xuan, who obviously didn''t know anything about stone cutting.


    "What''s the rush? My brother has always been lucky. Even if he can''t choose Xianyuan, he can cut Baolai."


    Duan de was not angry and was full of confidence in Yang Xuan.


    "Fat man, you''re right. I''m not boasting. I''m born with great luck. I''ve been lucky from stinginess. Even if it''s a recognized waste source, I can turn waste into treasure."


    Yang Xuan smiled, took out a knife and began to cut the half kilogram immortal source in his hand.


    "Young master, good knife skills!"


    At this moment, a master yuan of Fengjia stone cutting workshop came forward and sighed brightly.


    Yang Xuan''s knife is extremely fast and stable, almost without thinking, and his strength is amazing. He is no less impressive than his teacher who has been obsessed with cutting the source for many years.


    "I''m a swordsman. I''m a swordsman. I just know a little about fur and pretend to be."


    Yang Xuan is not modest, but he really doesn''t understand the sword technique. However, the sword technique has something in common. It''s easy to cut stones.


    "Lin Feng, are you sure there are treasures in this fairy source?"


    Jialan fairy squatted and stared at Yang Xuan''s stone cutting. She couldn''t help being attracted by Yang Xuan''s Cook''s ox like knife technique.


    That ordinary knife danced and rotated in his hand, and the source stone layer of Xianyuan fell like petals, which virtually gave people a visual beauty.


    "Crazy, you can do it. If you do carving, you will become a master of carving."


    Duan de screamed and was stunned. If he hadn''t seen it with his own eyes today, he never knew that his brother could cut stones like this.


    It can be said that this is a kind of enjoyment. Gradually, there are many more people around Yang Xuan. They are stopping and watching one by one and haven''t left for a long time.


    "Stone cutting is not an acrobatic performance. No matter how skillful your knife technique is, waste source is waste source. Where can you jump out of any treasure? Just wait for shame."


    Liu Qing''s sword eyebrows were light and could not help a burst of sarcasm. Yang Xuan''s stone cutting technique is really amazing, but no matter how you can cut stones, you have to know how to choose stones.


    No, as the source stone on the surface of Xianyuan falls off, the whole Xianyuan becomes smaller and smaller. In the end, it becomes a small stone with a large fingernail and is wrapped by a thin layer of source skin. It is almost impossible to make a treasure again.