Chapter 841: The King of Bad Luck As soon as the middle-aged man said these words, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet. Almost everyone's eyes were looking at the young man standing at the door, waiting for his answer.
It is not fun to refuse an invitation from the imperial family. Almost half of the people thought that Feng Hao would definitely agree. Only a small number of people were thinking about the origin of this boy with divine eyes.
Being able to possess such heaven-defying pupil skills is definitely not an accident. Behind this young man, there is probably a huge monster!
Therefore, at this time, this middle-aged man did not directly invite Feng Hao to serve as Dong Ming's enshrined elder, but said that the emperor invited him to come and sit down, which was much more tactful.
"this..."
Feng Hao frowned and hesitated.
If they were really just a master of Xiangshi, they would never dream of becoming an elder of an empire. However, Feng Hao was different. He still had many things to do!
"master!..."
At this time, a loud roar suddenly came from the ancient teleportation array area from a distance, and it was directly transmitted here, breaking the originally tense atmosphere.
When everyone heard the sound and looked around, they saw a little old man wearing very shabby clothes running quickly towards this direction with bare feet.
His hair, which is green with white, is a mess. He hasn't combed it for who knows how many years. His clothes, which he has worn for many years, are a bit white and have faded.
It's old and shabby, and in a civilized sense, it means it's poor. If it's a public place, it means everyone is begging for food.
"Master, I've found you now!"
Arriving in front of Feng Hao, the little old man grabbed Feng Hao's trousers and cried loudly. Snot and tears flowed out, and he wiped handfuls of Feng Hao's pants on Feng Hao.
Without paying attention, I applied a large layer of it on him, which was shiny and conspicuous.
"this..."
Seeing his actions, Feng Hao's mouth twitched several times quickly, and he tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and said with gritted teeth, "Old man, I don't know you, please let me go!"
He wanted to break free, but the little old man's hands were like growing on his feet. No matter how he moved, he could not break free unless he broke his hands with force. This made Feng Hao depressed.
Still, he didn't understand who this little old man was and why he did such outrageous things.
What he didn't notice was that the little ball that was originally entrenched in his arms opened its eyes and looked at the little old man. There was a humanistic smile on its lips.
"Oh my God, Master, you don't want me anymore, wuwu!...I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore..."
As soon as he heard Feng Hao's words, the unidentified little old man immediately began to cry as if he had received a serious blow. His nose and tears were like a fountain, and they burst into Feng Hao's pants.
A wet piece can squeeze out water.
"It's him..."
"Why is this old gambler here?"
"Could it be the legendary King of Bad Luck, Huang Tianyun?!"
"Hehe, it's actually him..."
"By the way, he doesn't want to become a disciple, does he?"
"This guy really wants to eat swan meat. With him, how can Master Shenpu see it?"
After seeing this little old man clearly, the gamblers around him showed expressions of surprise and joking, and started talking among themselves in low voices.
In the world of Dongming gamblers, this little old man named Huang Tianyun is a well-known figure. When he came to the Dongming Empire, he was still radiant and generous, making everyone doubt that he was an extraordinary recluse.
He belongs to an aristocratic family, but since he became addicted to gambling, he has lost every time he gambled and lost all his wealth in the stone gambling shop. He has been in poverty since then and cannot afford to fall.
Over the years, this little old man has been hanging out in the major stone gambling shops in the Dongming Empire. Because of his endless gambling and losing, he has gained a reputation as the King of Bad Luck!
At least, he is a well-known unlucky person in the gambling world of Dongming now. In terms of unluckiness, no one can compare to him.
However, he is also an ambitious unlucky king. He has always regarded finding a heaven-level peak phase stone master as his master as his ultimate goal in life. He vowed that after practicing the Peerless Eye Technique,
Win back all the belongings you lost...
No one takes this seriously, even in the eyes of gamblers, he is just a joke.
However, no one noticed that War Saint Dong Ming's face became serious, and his eyes flickered as he looked at the little old man.
"The King of Bad Luck?!"
After vaguely hearing the deeds of this little old man, Feng Hao's heart twitched violently several times.
It seems that I have never been lucky since I came to Hongmeng Realm. Could it be because I was targeted by this guy?
"Let go!"
Looking at his shiny trousers that were dripping with water, his face suddenly turned darker. If he hadn't been in such a crowded scene, he would definitely have kicked her away.
"Woo!... I won't let go. Unless you admit that you are my master, I won't let go even if you beat me to death..."
The little old man Huang Tianyun shouted, still wiping snot and tears on Feng Hao's pants. The threat was very strong. If you don't agree, I will keep wiping it!
"release!"
If it weren't for his strong endurance, Feng Hao would have vomited at this time. This guy was really disgusting. Feng Hao didn't understand how he could have so many snot and tears. He glanced at his feet and saw that they were almost there.
It has become a river, and some people standing close to it are disgusted and stay away from it.
Due to his thoughts, the muscles in Feng Hao's feet trembled, and huge force burst out, impacting the palms of his hands...
"Um?"
As his strength increased, the little old man didn't even react at all, which immediately made Feng Hao stunned.
After a while, he had already raised his strength to the realm of King Wu, but this little old man still went his own way, as if he had no feeling at all...
"How is that possible?"
Feng Hao was startled, a flash of purple light flashed in his eyes, wanting to see through the cultivation level of the little old man in front of him...
What I got was, the first level of Martial Master...
However, now in terms of strength, Feng Hao has already controlled it to the level of governor!
Can a person at the first level of Martial Master withstand the impact of the power of the Governor Realm? Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that it has not had any impact on him at all! {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you all book friends for your support.