on the bed. Feng Hao sat cross-legged for a long time before he exhaled and opened his eyes.

These days, in the red zone, he has not rested well, and after raising his spirit all night, he finally recovered.

"Although, Ju'an City can't fight, kill, and abuse, but out of Ju'an City, it's hard to say. ”

Although he has the anti-heaven artifact of Xiaoqiuqiu by his side, this incident really makes Feng Hao very distressed.

The strength is too low, which is a fatal weakness.

Some of them are not enough, for the sake of reputation, they will not be good, but if it is those red-eyed gamblers, then they can do anything.

"Let's go to some small stone shops first. ”

Small stone shops, you can take away the wool you buy, only those large stone shops, in order to improve their reputation, they require that they open the material on the spot, so as to attract more gamblers.

After eating a piece of Dixing dragon meat, Feng Hao got out of bed and walked outside.

On the streets, people come and go, those attic palaces, are full of traffic, people in and out are constant, most of them go in with apprehension, and then they come out dejectedly, only a few come out with a happy face.

chose a popular stone workshop, and Feng Hao walked in.

Inside, it is also very crowded, in the attic, there are fir shelves all around, on those shelves, a piece of so-called wool is placed, each piece of wool, is marked with a price, as long as the price is given, you can take the wool away, of course, it is also possible to open the material on the spot.

"Bang! It's another lump of mud! Can this still produce Wu Jing?"

A thin-looking man looked at the sand in his hand, his face twitched, his mouth was scolding, he glanced at the wool on the shelf next to him unwillingly, and walked out of the stool angrily.

He still didn't dare to make trouble here.

Of course, most of the people in this group are in a state of watching, and few people make a move, but as soon as they see someone opening a stone, they are surrounded by them, and from time to time, there are sighs and surprises in those crowds.

Shen Shen was a little excited, Feng Hao walked towards a shelf, on which a lot of wool was placed, and the price of each piece of wool was not less than 10,000 gold coins, and the slightly better condition was marked with the price of tens of thousands of gold coins.

"Hello, do you need to buy wool?"

An old man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked over slowly and said politely.

"Hehe, let's see. ”

He had already touched dozens of pieces of wool, and the small ball in his arms didn't react at all, which made Feng Hao's heart twitch.

It's too tricky, a piece of wool is at least 10,000 gold coins, and a dozen pieces is more than 100,000 yuan, and the price of a piece of Wu Jing is 500,000 gold coins here, and 50 pieces of wool is a piece of Wu Jing?

"Babble!"

When Feng Hao wiped a rather small piece of wool, the small ball in his arms finally reacted, and Feng Hao was suddenly relieved.

"That's it!"

He turned his head to the side and said to the old man.

"It's good. ”

The old man just glanced at the piece of wool, and the smile on his face became a little thicker, and the waiter on the side hurriedly served it.

It's a fat sheep.

The old man was very happy to buy the waste materials that obviously had no trace of aura.

The people who watched this scene all cast mocking glances at this Feng Hao, and even laughed directly.

"Do you want to open it first, or?"

Listening to the ridicule, the old man was also afraid that Feng Hao would regret it, so he asked out loud again.

"This"

Feng Hao was about to say when others called out.

"Let's go, let's see!"

"Hehe, there's definitely Wu Jing in it!"

"Where is it just as simple as Wu Jing, I see, it's a piece of spiritual iron!"

"Boy, you sent it, hurry up!"

They are all veteran gamblers with decades of gambling experience, and they still have some vision, but this is also relative.

Listening to their cynicism, Feng Hao sneered in his heart, but his face looked very confused and a little flustered, his eyes flickered, and he didn't seem to be able to make up his mind.

"This son, don't talk nonsense to them, you have to believe in your own vision!"

Looking at Feng Hao's expression, the old man panicked and hurriedly explained.

"Well, this one."

Feng Hao's expression still did not improve, but he looked like he was about to give up.

"So be it!"

The old man gritted his teeth, "The original price is 13,000 gold coins, and the old man is in charge, and the 10,000 gold coins are sold to the son, what do you think?"

"That's okay!"

Feng Hao also hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Hehe, what a silly boy, a broken stone is worth 10,000 gold coins?"

"People think they're making a bargain. ”

"Open it, brother, there's a piece of spiritual iron in it!"

When the people next to him saw that Feng Hao had already bought it, they immediately crowded over and encouraged them one after another.

"Okay, let's go then!"

Feng Hao clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment, and agreed.

After receiving the gold coin, the old man's face turned red, "Does the son want to open it himself, or will the old man come to help you open it?"

"Let's open it with the old gentleman. ”

After all, Feng Hao also looked nervous, looking at the wool that didn't look very good.

"So, then I'll open it!"

At first glance, the old man is the kind with a deep heart, knowing that these wool materials will not shine at all, but there is no trace of ridicule on his face.

[It can open Wu Jing, the wool of spiritual iron, and it will reflect the light when it is opened, so it is called light. The old man stretched out his hand, and a white light emerged from his palm, he turned out to be a metallic martial artist!

"Whew!Whew!"

The wool slowly turned on the palm of his hand, and the layers of soil peeled off, and was shaken into powder and sprinkled on the ground, and soon, a piece of washbasin-sized wool became only the size of a rice bowl, and it was still dirt, without the slightest trace of light.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"It's right to pay the tuition!"

"It's so stupid, that kind of wool is all over the ground, without a trace of aura, how can it be possible to derive Wu Jing?"

Others were discussing, Feng Hao's face became a little pale, and a pair of fists were clenched, looking very nervous.

"Huh?"

The old man, who had been smiling indifferently, suddenly sighed softly, and then, on the wool that was only the size of the bottom of the bowl, a corner of the crystal color was revealed.

"Izumitsu!"

The mocking and bantering faces of the surrounding crowd completely froze after seeing this sparkle, and all of them changed to shock in an instant.

Then, a piece of Wu Jing the size of two fingers appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and suddenly, the audience was silent.