Chapter 225: Huang Xiaoliu's Wonderful Journey_3

Puchi!

The stone ball was smashed into powder by the cultivator, and there was nothing inside.

The cultivator who drew the ball turned pale, wanting to say something, but was glared at by the female cultivator, and staggered backward.

He could only walk away dejectedly, but his eyes were fixed on the big tripod.

If he couldn't draw out ten real balls, he was afraid that he would cause a scene.

For some reason, Huang Xiaoliu felt suddenly anxious.

Had he been too impulsive, daring to bet all his possessions on this? If he ended up in the same situation as the previous cultivator, how would he handle it?

However, at this point, he had no room for regret.

In silence, the line slowly moved forward, occasionally erupting in cheers as someone drew out a real ball.

It was a golden shining spirit pill - a sight that was hard to forget.

The lucky cultivator stood up straight with pride, contrasting sharply with the frustrated crowd nearby.