After being praised by him, Feng Hao's face lit up again, and the previous sadness was completely wiped away.
"Sir, do you want to buy some woolen stuff to play with?"
Seeing that he was in a good mood, the old man also asked tentatively.
"Buy it, why not buy it? I'm lucky today, I'm going to open it again, I'm going to get a piece of spiritual iron!"
Feng Hao was so arrogant and uttered wild words that left others stunned.
"Silly x!"
"Tsk, tsk, a little fur baby is a little fur baby."
"Hey! I want to see how this kid can activate the spiritual iron!"
Some people opened a few pieces of wool and gathered around in dejection. Everyone listened to Feng Hao's bold words with mocking eyes.
Too immature and too easy to be impulsive.
This is what others say about Feng Hao.
And what he showed was exactly this image, and this was exactly what he wanted!
Just kidding, there is a 100% chance, would Stone Gambling dare to accept such a person? Moreover, would it still dare to keep such a person?
Feng Hao was not stupid, and he knew how to adapt to changes. In the ring, three of the ten "wool" pieces contained martial crystals. At the same time, this made him sigh. He turned two-thirds of this floor and only found five pieces.
Kuai Wu Jing, isn’t this a lie?
Silently mourning for the gamblers who were watching him, Feng Hao's face became even more arrogant.
"Open the spiritual iron?"
Even the old man couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The amount of spiritual iron produced from this gambling stone workshop is really not much. There are only a few pieces over the past few decades, and the grade is not very high.
"Well, I want to open the spiritual iron!"
After saying that, Feng Hao took out another piece of wool material from the ring, and it turned out to be just a pile of powder.
"Haha, this young man, the ones on the first floor are made of relatively low-grade materials and the chance of getting spiritual iron is not high. The ones on the second floor, although more expensive, have been used to get spiritual iron many times. You can go up there.
Try it!"
The old man encouraged with a kind smile on his face.
"Oh, the second floor?"
With only a slight hesitation, Feng Hao walked towards the second floor, "I must open the spiritual iron today."
Behind him, a group of gamblers swarmed up, causing the originally quiet second floor to suddenly become noisy. After understanding, some people on the second floor also gathered around with interest.
After a while, a middle-aged man walked over.
"I want to choose the stone!"
Feng Hao gritted his teeth and handed over the piece of Wu Jing just now.
"Haha, sir, please excuse me."
Seeing Wu Jing, the smile on the middle-aged man's face became even more intense, and his tone was very kind.
Seeing Feng Hao's arrogance, the onlookers became even more interested. They all encouraged Feng Hao to buy some woolen materials. Most of them were talking about what they were talking about, and they seemed to be what they were referring to.
The wool material will definitely produce spiritual iron.
Feng Hao's eyes swept over the wool materials, his eyes suddenly trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.
So where is the "wool" material? It's simply Wu Jing. Each piece is priced at more than half a million gold coins, and a few pieces of "wool" material surrounded by spiritual energy are directly worth millions of gold coins.
For these gamblers, these top-quality "wool" materials are just for fun. Although they speculate one after another, they dare not take a gamble. After all, if they don't get the spiritual iron, they will lose money.
Now when they see the generous people, they try their best to encourage them, and they also want to see what is in these top-quality "wool" materials.
"Tsk!...It's a pity, I can't afford it."
Feng Hao's eyes were also gleaming, and he couldn't stop smacking his lips. Suddenly there were bursts of sighs. He sneered in his heart, smiled coquettishly on his face, and walked towards the shelf on the side.
Sure enough, the woolen materials on the second floor are really not comparable to those on the first floor. Large and small pieces of woolen materials are piled up on the shelves, and each piece is surrounded by invisible spiritual mist, which is very obvious.
Extraordinary, but the price of these woolen materials is not comparable to those on the first floor. The price of each piece of woolen material is around 50,000 gold coins, which made Feng Hao take a sip.
Cool air.
But when I thought that this was the place where Wu Jing and Ling Tie came out, I regained my composure.
Sure enough, high risks bring high rewards. His fingers were stroking all the way, but the little ball in his arms showed no reaction at all, and Feng Hao's expression also became a little weird.
The "wool" materials here seem to have no big difference from those on the first floor except for their appearance.
It's no wonder that there are so few people on the second floor. These gamblers have been gambling for a long time and naturally understand the rules.
Pieces of wool were selected, recorded, and then put into the ring. Only eight pieces were selected. The middle-aged man reminded Feng Hao that there were only more than a thousand gold coins left.
"call..."
Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief. There were four more martial arts crystals in the ring, and he felt a little happy. Adding the three pieces chosen on the first floor, the harvest this time was seven pieces.
That’s almost it!
Naturally, he didn't dare to go too far, otherwise he wouldn't end up well.
Of course, he would not be stupid enough to consecrate those "wool" materials containing martial crystals.
At that moment, he took out those empty shells of wool again, and suddenly there were bursts of sighs and innuendos.
Luck? So what if you have luck?
However, the God of Luck favored Feng Hao. After opening four pieces, as soon as the bright light appeared in front of everyone again, the whole audience could hear needles dropping!
"Ouch! What kind of bad luck is this?!"
A sloppy-looking man suddenly cursed.
"Three martial arts crystals were opened in one day..."
Everyone was speechless. Does this mean that stupid people have stupid blessings?
"well..."
Taking the Wu Jing, Feng Hao sighed deliberately, "It seems there is no hope of opening the spiritual iron."
As he said this, he glanced at the top-quality wool materials unwillingly, and finally gave up and continued to persevere.
With his performance like this, no one would doubt anything. After all, in their eyes, Feng Hao had not earned anything at all. At most, he had only made a profit. Moreover, if he continued, he would only be a fool who would do that.
Do.
As for those unopened "wool" materials...
Could it possibly contain Wu Jing? So, no one would care about that at all.
With seven martial arts crystals in the ring, Feng Hao happily walked out of the attic and returned directly to the inn. First, he opened all the "wool" materials.
Feng Hao was very satisfied with the seven martial crystals he obtained, even though he didn't get any spiritual iron.
In the following days, Feng Hao wandered around the small and medium-sized stone gambling houses in Ju'an City. Every time his luck was similar to this time, and he always maintained a posture of neither making any profit nor losing money. In fact, secretly, there was already something in his ring.
That’s fifty more Wu Jing!
"Hehe!...If this continues..."
After giving several strands of ice and fire energy to the little ball, the little thing shrank into his arms with satisfaction, and Feng Hao also began to become interested.
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