She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Naturally, there was someone nearby holding a flashlight to watch. This person was invited to act as a referee.

He only looked at it for a while and said, "The outside is ice-type, and inside there is a mutant glass-type as big as a fist. Not bad, it has increased greatly!"

There was no joy on Qi Yue's face, but there was pride in his eyes.

It seemed that this was just his basic operation.

He looked at Manshu, wondering if she was scared now.

But Manshu had a blank expression on his face and ignored his glass-type jadeite.

Qi Yue found it funny. This girl must be pretending to be calm.

"Aren't you afraid?" Qi Yue moved closer to her.

"What are you afraid of?" Manshu's eyes were a little confused, as if he really didn't know what Qi Yue was talking about.

"If you lose the bet, you have to sleep with me."

Qi Yue said nonchalantly.

Manshu seemed to have just realized: "Oh, your raw material has not been solved yet, and mine has not even been opened yet. It's too early to talk about winning or losing now."

Qi Yue didn't expect that she would not give up.

"You mean, this piece of raw material you picked randomly is better than the one I chose?"

Qi Ling looked at Manshu in surprise, not knowing where her confidence came from.

"I didn't say that. I just said, the outcome is still undecided."

Manshu watched the stone-cutting master's movements. He wanted to completely cut out the two pieces of jade.

After it was completely peeled off, it did not collapse but instead rose.

"It's not too late to admit defeat now, girl." After hearing everyone's estimates, Xu Qiao looked at Manshu proudly.

Her rough material was not highly regarded by everyone.

If you perform poorly, everything might turn into white stone soon.

However, there is one thing about that piece of raw material that makes it better than this one at home.

That's the end!

The piece that Manshu selected weighed about twenty kilograms.

The selling price is fifty thousand.

No one was optimistic about it, but Manshu directly asked the stone-cutting master to start cutting the stone.

The first cut was a lonely one.

The stone-cutting master looked at Manshu.

Manshu pursed his lips.

“It’s really a white stone.”

"Who says it's not true? This little girl is someone's last disciple, and her level is just this."

"She was too impatient. Even if someone else got it first, she would still like it, but she should have quickly found a replacement. But she chose to give up on herself."

"Maybe she's young and ignorant. With such a high stakes, she dares to act recklessly. I don't know if I should say she is a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger."

Just one cut brought about a chorus of pessimistic voices.

Xu Qiao was even happier: "I told you to admit defeat, maybe I would show some mercy to you, but you refused. What do you think now?"

The people on Manshu's side didn't expect that she would fall so quickly.

Feng Cheng was about to speak when Shen Yan held him back.

"Why are you pulling me?"

Shen Yan explained: "I haven't lost yet."

There's no need to stand up for her so quickly, Shen Yan saw that Manshu seemed very confident.

After he said that, Feng Cheng suppressed his emotions.

But Yang Donglai couldn't help himself: "There is no room for turning around in this situation."

Yan Li didn't say anything, but looked at his cousin worriedly.

"What should I do? Is Manshu really going to lose?" Qu Tiange felt that this was a thousand times more stressful than if she were to go into battle herself.

She unconsciously grasped the hand of the person next to her.

Yu Yin was so hurt by her grip that she couldn't help but pull her hand away: "Tian Ge, you hurt me."

She was actually a little gloating.

Yan Manshu is too confident, she should be allowed to experience some setbacks.

Who does she think she is? Is the so-called last disciple really reliable?