"Luck!"

"How dare you say it!"

"I don't know what to say!"

Several Second Ancestors were constantly mocking. Acting very disdainfully, only the unlucky guy who was only sober looked at Feng Hao a little confused, for some reason, he had a feeling in his heart that this teenager would win.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly woke up completely with a cleverness, and in an instant, he grabbed the slightly playful arc on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth.

"Yuan Shao, don't bet with him!"

The unlucky guy blurted out directly, the voice was quite loud, and the scene that had been a little noisy was silent, and a pair of eyes looked at him in disbelief.

"Yuan Shao, 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, and he felt that Feng Hao seemed to be just playing with himself and others, and he didn't pay attention to himself at all.

With such words, the whole hall was shocked, and everyone was speechless.

"What are you doing here?!"

was pulled by his arm and looked down on so much, Yuan Po felt a little annoyed, and his rather handsome face was also a little red, and he tore off his arm and pushed it to the ground.

"Yuan Shao, you really can't bet!"

The unlucky guy seemed to be suffering from madness, and wanted to rush over again, but was stopped by the other two Second Ancestors, pressed to the ground, and couldn't move.

"Lan Nu, you are crazy, what are you talking nonsense?How could Yuan Shao lose?!"

"I think he's out of shape, just knock him out!"

Without waiting for the unlucky guy to react, a second ancestor carrying Wu Yuan's palm cut directly into his neck, and the unlucky guy passed out happily again.

"Bad luck!"

Yuan Po took a sip secretly.

It's just that the old man with a thin face frowned deeply, but seeing that Yuan Po couldn't listen to persuasion at this time, his slightly open mouth was slowly closed, and he didn't speak, just squinted at Feng Hao.

And the people around him were all at a loss.

Which one is this?

The young man who still looked flat when he saw him again, for some reason, a strange feeling also rose 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 wool, otherwise you will admit defeat directly!"

was bitten by his own people, 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 shake this dangerous thought out of his mind, and scolded Feng Hao to raise the confidence in his heart.

"Then I'll go and choose. ”

Feng Hao smiled slightly, turned around, walked a few steps, turned his head again, and asked, "If you and I have the same number of martial crystals, then how can it be calculated?"

"Humph!"

"You also know that although the god of luck takes care of me, I have always been in a state of not losing or winning, and it is difficult to win against you."

Yuan Po was about to talk about a draw, but was interrupted by Feng Hao, and said a lot of things.

As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted some strange glances.

Indeed, it is true, although this boy said that he was lucky against the sky, but he never won, this is indeed the biggest strange thing in the world.

"This"

Being watched by tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, the arrogant Yuan Po couldn't say the word draw, his eyes closed, and he almost roared, "If the number is the same, you win, okay?!"

"Words have to be counted, everyone present can testify!"

Feng Hao walked towards Yuxiao, arching his hand slightly, and walked towards the wool shelf.

For some reason, looking at the smile on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth when he turned his head, Yuan Po suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

With his arrogance, he reversed himself, he really couldn't do it, and he immediately hardened his heart.

"Hmph, I don't believe that a poor boy can have a high-level phase stone technique!"

Thinking of this, his gaze condensed again, and the arrogance returned to his face.

And Feng Hao, still the same as last time, the palm of his hand is beating on a piece of wool at will, sometimes picking it up, sometimes putting it down, sometimes even putting it next to his ear and gently tapping the wool, it seems to be listening to the sound, that pretending to be professional, which makes people laugh.

"It's not like the Technique of Phase Stones!"

Everyone shook their heads slightly, no matter what his movements were, but his eyes were always clear and bottomless, which proved that he had not mastered the pupil technique at all.

As for experience, if the choice of wool is also considered experience, all the people here have become connoisseurs and masters.

After a while, after shopping around, 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, you have a few pieces, I will have a few pieces." ”

"Humph!"

Yuan Po snorted lightly and ignored it, but his eyes were gilded with a strange light.

"Huh?"

Just a glance, he felt that Feng Hao's random selection seemed to have a few quite good pieces, and his heart suddenly trembled.

"Does this guy really understand the art of phase stones?"

He glanced at Feng Hao suspiciously, but he couldn't see any clues.

"This kid is doomed!"

"Although the condition is better than the last time, the difference between it and Yuan Shaoxuan's is too big!"

Several Second Ancestors put away the strange light in their pupils, and they mocked with disdain.

Only this time, the thin old man did not speak.

Master Xiangshi, although he can guess one or two, but he can't see through it, although according to the color and texture of the wool, the probability of Yuan Po's selection of light is large, but it is not an absolute thing.

Now, looking at the indifferent smile on Feng Hao's face, for some reason, he actually had a creepy illusion.

"What a horrible man!"

He was almost certain that this young man named Yan Hao could never be an ordinary person, because no ordinary person could treat himself as a Xiangshi master with such an indifferent attitude.

"Phew, I hope he's really relying on his luck. ”

With a slight exhalation, he squinted slightly, waiting for the rest of the ending.

"Old Yu, please!"

Feng Hao smiled slightly and arched his hand towards Yuxiao.

"Ha Lu Ha!

Feng Hao's performance, Yuxiao has always seen it in his eyes, with his way of looking at people, he really feels that this young man is playing these second ancestors.

Suddenly, the smile on his face became a little thicker, this young man is already like this, and the family behind him is bound to be even more terrifying!