Several second-generation ancestors were constantly mocking and showing disdain. Only the unlucky guy who was awake looked at Feng Hao in confusion. For some reason, he had a feeling in his heart that this young man would win.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he immediately woke up with a sharp wit. In an instant, he caught the slightly playful curve on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth.
"Young Master Yuan, don't bet with him!"
The unlucky guy blurted out his words in a loud voice, causing the originally noisy scene to fall silent. A pair of eyes looked at him in astonishment.
"Young Master Yuan, don't bet with him, you will lose. Really, you have to believe me!"
He rushed up quickly, grabbed Yuan Po's arm and said urgently.
Feng Hao's playful smile made him sincerely frightened. He felt that Feng Hao was just playing tricks on himself and others, and didn't take him seriously at all.
Such words shocked the whole room, and everyone was speechless.
"What are you doing?!"
Being pulled by his arm and being looked down upon in such a way, Yuan Po felt a little angry, and his rather handsome face turned a little red. He ripped off his arm and pushed it to the ground.
"Young Master Yuan, you really can't gamble!"
The unlucky guy seemed to be suffering from mental illness and wanted to rush over again, but was stopped by the other two second-generation ancestors and pinned to the ground, unable to move.
"Lan Nu, are you crazy? What are you talking about? How could Mr. Yuan lose?!"
"I think he's gone crazy, just knock him out!"
Without waiting for the unlucky guy to react, a second-generation ancestor carrying Wu Yuan cut his neck directly with his palm, and the unlucky guy fell into a blissful coma again.
"unlucky!"
Yuan Po secretly spat.
However, the old man with a thin face frowned deeply, but he saw that Yuan Po could not listen to the advice at this time, and his slightly open mouth slowly closed, without speaking, he just looked at Feng Hao with squinted eyes.
And everyone around him was at a loss.
Which one is this from?
The young man who was still looking plain when they saw each other again, for some reason, a strange feeling arose in their hearts.
Could it be that this boy is really the incarnation of the God of Luck and will never lose?
"Hurry up and choose woolen materials, or you'll just admit defeat!"
After being bitten by one of his own, Yuan Po's mood became worse. For some reason, he also had a false illusion in his heart, as if... he would lose?
He quickly shook his head to get this dangerous thought out of his mind, and scolded Feng Hao to boost his confidence.
"Then I'll go and choose."
Feng Hao smiled slightly, turned around, walked a few steps, turned around again, and asked, "If you and I have the same number of Wu Jing, how do we calculate it?"
"snort!"
"You also know that although the God of Luck takes care of me, I have always been in a state of neither losing nor winning. It's difficult to win against you..."
Yuan Po was about to say a draw, but was interrupted by Feng Hao, who said a lot of nonsense.
When he said this, he immediately attracted some strange looks.
Indeed, it is really like this. Although this young man is said to be extremely lucky, he has never won. This is indeed the biggest strange thing in the world.
"this..."
Being looked at by tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, the arrogant Yuan Po couldn't say the word "tie". He closed his eyes and almost shouted, "If the numbers are the same, you win, okay?!"
"You must keep your word. Everyone present can testify!"
Feng Hao looked towards Yuxiao, slightly arched his hands around him, and walked towards the woolen fabric shelf.
For some reason, when he saw the smile on Feng Hao's lips when he turned his head, Yuan Po suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. He opened his mouth, but was speechless.
With his arrogance, he really couldn't go back on his word, so he immediately hardened his heart.
"Hmph! I don't believe that a poor boy can possess high-level phase stone skills!"
Thinking of this, his eyes focused again, and the arrogance returned to his face.
As for Feng Hao, it was still the same as last time. His palms were beating randomly on pieces of wool, sometimes picking it up, sometimes putting it down, and sometimes even putting it next to his ear and gently tapping the wool material, which seemed to be still there.
Listening to the voice, the professional look makes people laugh.
"It's not like the art of phase stone!"
Everyone shook their heads gently. No matter what his movements were, his eyes were always crystal clear, which proved that he had not mastered the pupil technique at all.
As for experience...if choosing "raw" materials like that can be considered experience, then all of us here will become experts and masters.
Not long after, when he came back from shopping, Feng Hao had already selected the same seven pieces of wool. He looked at Yuan Po with a smile on his face and said, "Look, I didn't take advantage of you, did you?"
A few bucks, I’ll give you a few bucks.”
"snort!"
Yuan Po snorted lightly and ignored it, but his eyes were illuminated with a strange light.
"Huh?"
Just by glancing at it, he felt that Feng Hao's random selections seemed to have some pretty good ones, and his heart suddenly trembled.
"Does this guy really know the art of phase stone?"
He glanced at Feng Hao suspiciously, but couldn't see any clues.
"This kid is doomed!"
"Although the quality is better than last time, it is very different from the one chosen by Mr. Yuan!"
Several second-generation ancestors put away the strange light in their pupils and sneered with disdain.
Only this time, the skinny old man didn't say anything.
Master Xiangshi, although he can guess a thing or two, he can't see through it. Although judging from the color and texture of the material, Yuan Po's selection has a high chance of shining, but it's nothing.
Absolute thing.
Now, looking at the indifferent smile on Feng Hao's face, for some reason, he actually had a creepy illusion.
"What a terrible person!"
He was almost certain that this young man named Fen Hao could never be an ordinary person, because no ordinary person could treat master Xiangshi like him with such an indifferent attitude.
"Huh... I hope he is really relying on his luck."
He let out a slight breath and squinted his eyes slightly, waiting for the outcome.
"Yu Lao, please!"
Feng Hao smiled slightly and cupped his hands towards Yuxiao.
"Haha! ...little things!"
Yu Xiao had been watching Feng Hao's performance, and based on his way of looking at people, he really felt that this young man was playing tricks on these second-generation ancestors.
Suddenly, the smile on his face became thicker. This young man was already like this, and the family behind him was bound to be even more terrifying!
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