i can restore all antiques

Chapter 180
"Are you here to trouble me?" Chen Bufei's pulse was beating rapidly. At this moment, Chen Bufei couldn't control himself.

He knew this was a sign of what was about to happen, and the more panic he felt, the more he couldn't control it. At this moment, Qingjing suddenly pressed his pulse and drew a spell with his finger.

"Certainly!"

The blood redness in Chen Bufei's eyes slowly disappeared, and Qingjing frowned, "How long have you been like this?"

"You can't control it."

Chen Bufei threw him away, and just as Qing Jing was about to follow, the host announced the start, and a black-skinned stone was brought in.

On the surface, this is a piece of ore.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of thing is no different from ordinary stones. The stones walked in front of ten contestants one by one, and Chen Bufei was almost calm. of.

Chen Bufei spent 200 points in the system, and when he saw the small emerald green stones under the black package, he felt settled.

The small sign in Chen Bufei's hand picked out the one with the real characters printed on it and turned it over and handed it to the host.

At the end of the round, only two people went out.

Chen Bufei was a little surprised that the monk was still there, clasping his palms together and chanting Amitabha.

The yellow-haired boy stood next to Qing Jing, staring at this scene with wicked eyebrows.Chen Bufei was silent for a while, the difficulty of this stone, if using the knowledge Chen Bufei learned, Chen Bufei would think it was a black ore.

But only two of these people were fake, Chen Bufei had to work hard, maybe at the end of the day, not only him and Qing Jing were left behind.

"It seems that this year's Stone Gambling Conference is really a match! This is also the purpose of our conference, to attract talents." The host officially spoke, and a bunch of people followed to watch the excitement.

On the surface, the Stone Gambling Conference is about stone gambling, but in fact, players like Chen Bufei have already been priced clearly on the gambling table behind them.

Each of the ten behind them has a bet made by a gold master. Chen Bufei has not realized this yet, but the three words Chen Bufei have already attracted the attention of many people.

He has become a starlet in the antique street recently. This young man is not afraid of tigers, but he is really capable. Some people even regard him as a genius, saying that he is born with the eyes of appreciating treasures.

Chen Bufei shrugged and relaxed, one by one the stones were put up, and the people around him walked away in frustration.

Every time a person left, there was a bustling sound from the audience, disappointed and excited.

Until there were only four people left on the stage, Huang Mao, Qing Jing, and a monk who couldn't tell the difference between true and false.

Chen Bufei glanced at it, and a new stone was pushed up. The emerald green color could be vaguely seen on the surface. This kind of jade is very difficult and the worst to gamble on.

If you win the bet, you will get rich overnight, but if you lose the bet, you will lose your fortune.

Chen Bufei thinks this thing is fake, but it may be a real treasure in the eyes of outsiders. This kind of preserved stone also exists. This kind of jade only exists on the surface layer, and the inside is either stone or jade. Empty hole.

As soon as the stones were brought up, everyone on and off the stage was quiet, even the host's nervous voice became quieter, "Everyone, the real contest has just begun, let's not disturb the contestants..."

"The countdown begins..."

To be on the safe side, Chen Bufei still used system points, "The identification is false!"

When Chen Bufei heard the system prompt, he decisively sent out a fake card.

Qing Jing squinted her eyes and looked at Chen Bufei. Where did this kid get the dirty stuff? It was a terrible dirty stuff.

There was a blood-red aura on the back of Chen Bufei's head, which was weird and coquettish, but only professionals like Qing Jing could see it.

This kind of thing only picks when the human body is weak, and takes advantage of the opportunity to enter, trying to occupy the entire body.

Judging from Qing Jing's sizing up of Chen Bufei, it is estimated that this thing has been successful several times, Chen Bufei's complexion is not good, and a lot of yang energy and blood may have been absorbed.

Qing Jing came in to pass the level because the yellow-haired boy gave him a sum of money to cheat with him, and sent him into the top three, and the bet behind him won.

Qingjing pretended to drop the card casually, and the yellow-haired boy was paying attention to Qingjing's movements all the time. When he saw Qingjing dropped the card, he immediately became energetic.

"Sorry, I pressed the wrong one." Qingjing exited in time, and when she met Chen Bufei's probing eyes, Qingjing smiled unfathomably.

Chen Bufei ignored him, Huang Mao successfully entered the top three, and danced on the stage excitedly, but in the next game, Huang Mao ended as he wished.

Only Chen Bufei and the monk were left on the stage.

The monk clasped his hands together, "Benefactor, I'm sorry."

Chen Bufei couldn't think of what he, a monk, could do if he won the stone betting competition. Could it be that he wants to hold a special treasure appraising session in the temple?

Chen Bufei bent down and returned the greeting, "Master, I accept."

The stones from the last round were sent up, and the previously cut stones were scattered on the side. Chen Bufei stared at the stones for a long time, and vaguely saw a little breath of time, but it disappeared in an instant.

The system appraisal took too long, and it took three appraisals. At this time, Chen Bufei looked at the monk.

It was found that he was reciting scriptures with his eyes closed. This state looked like a charlatan playing tricks here.

Liars will never win from the beginning to the end, and the stones in front of them seem real and fake, and it is really difficult to distinguish them for a while.

Sweat protruded densely on the monk's forehead, and Chen Bufei reminded the system over and over again: In the process of identification...

The host couldn't help picking up the microphone to break the calm at this moment, "It seems that the champion is really anxious, and both of you are doing your best."

"Countdown three, two, one..."

Chen Bufei's system prompts that it is false, and Chen Bufei speaks out first.

"Fake!"

"real!"

The monk slowly opened his eyes, he met Chen Bufei's gaze, repeated the same thing at the beginning, folded his hands together and silently recited Amitabha Buddha.

"Okay! The game is over, let's witness the miracle together!"

Finally, the stone began to be cut, layer after layer to seduce people's curiosity, and everyone's attention was concentrated on this stone.

The stone was divided into several small pieces, but still no valuable thing was seen. The monk chanted sutras silently, as if he could accept any result.

Although Chen Bufei had the bottom line in his heart, he was also nervous when he looked at it.

Until the stone was cut into the smallest unit, no valuable piece was found, and the host was excitedly announcing, "I announce that the champion of this year's Stone Gambling Conference is... Chen Bufei!"

"The poor monk lost." The great monk said calmly, "Congratulations to Benefactor Chen."

The monk suddenly exchanged pleasantries, which made Chen Bufei hesitate. He was used to Qingjingkeng, and he didn't know what kind of medicine this monk sold in his gourd. "Thank you, master."

(End of this chapter)