"You and I each choose materials worth five hundred thousand gold coins. Whoever draws more martial crystals will win. The loser will kneel down and kowtow to the winner and call him grandpa!"
Yuan Po stared angrily, his tone was fierce, and his words were filled with deep anger. **
For some reason, looking at the young man who still remained calm, the old man with a thin face frowned slightly. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. Of course, he would not speak stupidly at this time.
If he were to stop him, wouldn't it mean that Yuan Po was inferior to this young man named Fen Hao?
"Is his trump card really luck?"
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly.
At the same time, almost everyone in the audience thought so. No one can determine for sure whether it is strength or luck.
"Oh, that's how it is."
Feng Hao seemed slightly distressed.
"What? You don't dare?"
Yuan Po looked disdainful and said provocatively.
"I can not?!"
Suddenly, Feng Hao seemed a little irritable and shouted, "You choose first."
"Humph! You asked for this!"
Yuan Po snorted lightly, with a sinister smile on his lips, and walked towards the shelf where the woolen materials were placed.
Under the gaze of many eyes, he began to focus his eyes.
Not long after, his eyes were coated with a layer of strange light. Within this layer of strange light, there was still some color, but it was not very obvious yet.
"His!... I didn't expect that his phase stone skills have reached such an extent. I'm afraid he will be promoted to the Xuan level."
"The Yuan family is truly a Xiangshi family that has been around for nearly ten thousand years. I'm afraid that this Xuan-level Xiangshi technique will almost be promoted to the Earth level, right?"
"Prefecture level? How can it be so easy? There is only one family in the entire Ju'an City."
"Too!..."
Because of his pupil skills, there was some discussion in the scene, and Yu Xiao frowned slightly after seeing his eyes.
Looking at the ordinary young man next to him with a somewhat curious look, he didn't know if he was right in his bet.
"Is that the art of phase stone?"
Feng Hao was really curious when he saw those twinkling eyes.
"It's extremely rough. The success rate of this phase stone technique is at most three levels!"
Fen Lao's voice sounded directly in Feng Hao's mind.
"Third floor?"
Feng Hao's heart trembled.
There are many strange people and strange things in the world. Now that there is gambling on stones, there is also the art of looking at stones. A pair of pupils can detect the agility of the wool material and judge the reality. This is actually a secret art that defies the heavens.
"Compared with Xiaoqiuqiu, it's far behind!"
Feng Hao raised the corner of his mouth, and his depression disappeared.
"Ah!"
Mr. Fen sneered, "Do you really think that little guy is omnipotent?"
"how?"
Feng Hao was heartbroken.
"Can this little guy judge the quality of the inner spiritual iron for you?"
"this..."
Fen Lao's words left Feng Hao speechless.
Xiao Qiuqiu's ability is indeed to be able to sense the presence of martial crystals and spiritual iron in the "hair" material, but it seems that he cannot judge the quality and grade.
"You can only make a small profit with it, but you can only miss out on the real big deal."
The old man hummed softly.
Feng Hao naturally knew that these days in those small and medium-sized gambling houses, he also saw a lot of "wool" materials with outrageous prices. Yes, there were martial crystals and even spirit iron in them, but the "wool" materials were
The price is far beyond the price of Wu Jing and Spirit Iron.
Therefore, this kind of top-quality "wool" material is a gamble on grade! This is also the real source of big profits.
A piece of top-quality spiritual iron is worth at least tens of millions of gold coins, or even hundreds of millions!
"Eye Technique, of course, has its own value. If you underestimate it, you are wrong!"
Fen Lao said very carefully, "Especially in the cemetery of the ruins, there is a huge difference between those with pupil skills and those without pupil skills!"
"Um."
Feng Hao nodded slightly, and the disdain for the technique of the phase stone in his heart immediately disappeared.
Really arrogant.
"Master, do you also have the art of looking at stones?"
It was his thoughts that caused Feng Hao's eyes to light up and his breathing to quicken slightly.
In his opinion, the products produced by Fen Lao must be "high-quality" products. Seeing him safeguarding the art of Xiangshi in this way, Feng Hao was vaguely aware of it.
This guy must be a master of Xiangshi!
"Hmph!"
The old man hummed proudly.
"Hehe!...Master, what is that...hehe..."
There was nothing that Feng Hao couldn't let go of the old man, so he clung to him shamelessly.
“Let’s talk about it later!”
After leaving these words, the old man fell silent.
"hey-hey!"
Feng Hao was overjoyed.
When the time comes, with the help of the phase stone technique passed down by Fen Lao, and the sacred object Xiao Qiuqiu, he will be able to hold all the sacred objects in the major gambling houses and cemeteries.
middle!
...
Yuan Po selects very slowly and carefully, often not looking at the richness of the aura of the wool, but carefully observing the texture on it.
At this time, the dandy air on his face was gone, and he looked cautious, with a bit of aura. Not long after, sweat broke out on his forehead, and there was an extra Martial Crystal in his hand, and,
Shuo Shuoguang, obviously, he is absorbing Wu Jing's energy.
"It turns out that this pupil technique also requires Wu Yuan to operate."
Feng Hao felt slightly surprised.
After choosing for almost half an hour, Yuan Po chose seven pieces of "wool" material. All the second-generation ancestors had bright pupils, and the skinny old man kept nodding.
"It is indeed a top grade one. It can produce at least three martial crystals. I admire Mr. Yuan's eye skills!"
The skinny old man glanced a few times, then spoke with a smile, and at the same time slightly arched his hand towards Yuan Po, clearly showing his flattery.
"Hey! Hey, Mr. Pi is so polite."
Yuan Po wiped the sweat from his face, his face was full of satisfaction, and he raised his eyebrows provocatively towards Feng Hao.
Seven pieces of "wool" material can produce about three pieces of martial crystals. This is already an incredible success rate. Even some ordinary Xiangshi masters in Ju'an City can't do it.
"awesome!"
Feng Hao lowered his body and casually swept the seven "wool" materials with his palms. With the number in mind, he stood up and gave a thumbs up to Yuan Po.
"Admit defeat, boy!"
"Hehe! Compared with Mr. Yuan, you are just asking for humiliation!"
Several second-generation ancestors all mocked, with ruthless expressions on their faces.
At this time, they really wanted to peel Feng Hao's skin and cramp his muscles, and then throw him into a frying pan and fry him for a few days, in order to put an end to the hatred in their hearts.
"Yes, yes, but I believe in my luck. God has never let me lose. I believe that I will not lose!"
Feng Hao's words immediately made the second-generation ancestors furious.
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