There are about hundreds of thousands of people gathered in Yuyue Gambling House, but now, in this gambling house, which is larger than a small city, there is no noise. This is really strange.{}
The boy was only sixteen years old, with a delicate face that was still a bit young, sharp-edged eyebrows, and a pair of dark, deep eyes that looked around, always looking somewhat mysterious.
He was dressed very simply, with extremely ordinary clothes. His long black hair was tied up with a piece of plain cloth and hung casually on his back. Naturally, his cultivation had been known to everyone for a long time. He was a great martial artist.
He's only at his peak, and at such an age, he's pretty good. However, he doesn't look like there's anything extraordinary about him, but he's surprisingly lucky.
But now, he was walking around, stretched out his hand, and just touched the woolen materials slightly, then looked at the price, and then chose randomly without any rules. Those clear eyes,
He doesn't look like someone who knows how to use fortune-telling stones.
"Huh! He is just an ordinary person after all."
Yuan Po snorted coldly when he saw Feng Hao's eyes, but he felt even more dissatisfied that an ordinary person had stolen his limelight. Thinking about it, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
In fact, the art of Xiangshi is pupil technique, which emphasizes the ability of eyesight. Therefore, the Xiangshi family actually majors in pupil technique, and coupled with various experiences, it further increases the success rate of material selection.
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Therefore, when they saw that Feng Hao did not use the pupil technique, some people were quite disappointed, but their curiosity was aroused.
Can a person's luck really be so incredible? I have been betting on stones for ten consecutive days without losing or losing. Is this really just a coincidence of luck?
"alright!"
After touching a piece of woolen material with no spiritual energy in his palm, Feng Hao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then randomly selected a few pieces of woolen material with strong spiritual energy, and collected enough 470,000 gold coins.
He clapped his hands and said loudly.
"Tsk!...It's all rubbish!"
The eyes of several second-generation ancestors flashed with strange lights. After watching, they all laughed out loud. The skinny old man also had a mocking smile on his face.
Hearing their comments and expressions, everyone frowned.
Although they are arrogant, their eye skills are real, and this is the source of their arrogance.
"Does this lucky boy's luck stop here?"
All the gamblers looked a little disappointed and their expressions became nervous.
In their opinion, this is a comparison between gambling luck and the art of fortune-telling. In their hearts, they still hope that Feng Hao can maintain this luck.
"Don't you think it's too early to say this now? I believe in my luck."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, and he raised his eyebrows at the second-generation ancestors.
"Hmph! I'll bet with you in this round!"
A second-generation ancestor came out and said loudly, "If there is Wu Jing in these eight pieces of wool, you win. If not, just kneel down and call me grandpa!"
"Oh, if so, will you kneel down and call me grandpa?"
Feng Hao sneered in his heart, but there was some panic on his face, and he said softly.
"you!..."
The second generation ancestor suddenly became angry and glared. When he saw the looks around him, he said unwillingly, "If I lose, I will do the same!"
"That's good."
Feng Hao looked like he was afraid that he was cheating, and patted his chest gently.
Seeing his appearance, everyone was stunned.
Where does his confidence come from?
Several second-generation ancestors, and even the skinny old man, started using eye skills again. They stepped forward to observe for a long time and couldn't help but sneer.
"Haha, did Brother Hao just choose these eight dollars?"
Yuxiao frowned slightly, glanced at the price on the woolen material, and asked again, which immediately made the second-generation ancestor's face change. He was about to speak, but was stopped by his companion.
If he contradicts Yu Xiao again, his end will not be much better.
"Just these eight dollars."
Feng Hao smiled gratefully and nodded.
"oh."
Seeing Feng Hao's confident look, Yu Xiao became confused again and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Hao, why are you so sure that Wu Jing can be found in these eight pieces of wool?
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"Haha, intuition!"
Feng Hao chuckled and said rather mysteriously.
The so-called intuition is actually relying on luck. Gamblers all rely on this and a little bit of eyesight, but they all lose everything.
"I believe in my luck!"
Seeing those doubtful looks, Feng Hao added another sentence.
"Haha, Brother Hao's luck has always been very good. I can't help but look forward to it."
Yuxiao stroked the beard on his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man in front of him.
For some reason, he always felt that this young man, who was a great martial artist, had something so elusive about him. His body seemed to be coated with a mysterious color.
Seeing that Feng Hao was unwilling to change the material, the second-generation ancestor let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, a trace of fury and anger flashed through his pupils.
"If you have that honor, I want to ask Mr. Yu to be a witness. Let Mr. Yu make the revelation. I wonder what Mr. Yu wants to do?"
Feng Hao smiled and cupped his hands towards Yuxiao.
"This...of course it's no problem!"
After a slight groan, Yuxiao agreed and chuckled, "Haha! Then I would rather obey my orders than I should be respectful."
After that, he grabbed it with his palm and sucked up the piece of wool with the best color among the eight pieces of wool.
"Sasha!..."
With the rustling sound, the soil on the woolen material scattered one after another, and the woolen material also shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Huh...huh..."
There were many heavy breathing sounds at the scene, and the gamblers' eyes were all fixed on the piece of wool in Yu Xiao's hand. Unknowingly, their emotions became a little nervous.
That was the most promising piece of the eight pieces of "hair" to come out. If it didn't come out, Feng Hao would have basically no chance of winning.
Because of this atmosphere, even the representatives of those forces felt slightly nervous, and all eyes were focused on the rapidly shrinking piece of wool.
The second-generation ancestors still had relaxed smiles on their faces, and they seemed to be sure of victory. Feng Hao also showed no signs of worry, and seemed to really trust his luck to the extreme.
"Sasha!..."
Finally, after a while, the entire piece of "wool" material turned into a pile of soil, and there was no trace of Wu Jing.
It's a piece of scrap!
Immediately there were some disappointed boos all around.
"Haha!...Just wait to lose!"
The second-generation ancestor shouted proudly, and the look of pride on his face became even stronger.
"Why are you in a hurry? Don't you still have seven yuan?"
Feng Hao pursed his lips and seemed a little uneasy.
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