"Hey, hey!"

was praised by him. Feng Hao's face was radiant again, and the previous gloom was swept away.

"Childe, do you want to buy some wool to play with?"

Seeing that he was in a good mood, the old man also asked tentatively.

"Buy, why don't you buy it? Today, the master is lucky, I still want to open it, I want to open a piece of spiritual iron!"

Feng Hao was arrogant and spoke wildly, leaving others stunned.

"Silly X!"

"Tsk, a little hairy boy is a little hairy child. ”

"Hey, I'm here to see how this kid is going to open the spirit iron!"

Some people opened a few pieces of wool, and they came over dejectedly, listening to Feng Hao's arrogant words, all of them were mocking.

It's too immature, it's too easy to get pushy.

This is what others say about Feng Hao.

And what he showed was exactly this image, which was exactly what he wanted!

Just kidding, with a 100% chance, is there still a gambling stone shop that dares to accept such a person? Moreover, do you dare to keep this kind of person?

Feng Hao is not stupid, he still understands improvisation, in the ring, three of the ten pieces of wool contain Wu Jing, at the same time, this can't help but make him sigh, he turned two-thirds of the way on this floor, and he only found five Wu Jing, isn't this a cheat?

silently mourned for these gamblers who were watching him, and the arrogance on Feng Hao's face was even worse.

"Kailing Iron?"

Even the old man couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, the spiritual iron that was opened from this gambling stone workshop was really not much, it was only a few pieces for decades, and the grade was not very high.

"Well, I'm going to open the spirit iron!"

As he spoke, Feng Hao took out another piece of wool from the ring, and as a result, it was naturally just a pile of powder.

"Hehe, this son, the first floor, the wool is relatively low-level, the probability of opening the spirit iron is not high, the second floor, although the price is more expensive, but it has been opened many times by the spirit iron, you can go up and try it!"

The old man said with a kind smile on his face.

"Oh, the second floor?"

Just hesitating slightly, Feng Hao walked towards the second floor, "Master must open the spirit iron today." ”

Behind him, a group of gamblers swarmed up, and the originally clean second floor suddenly became noisy, and after understanding, some people on the second floor were also quite interested in surrounding him.

A middle-aged man walked over.

"I'm going to choose a stone!"

Feng Hao gritted his teeth and handed over the piece of martial crystal just now.

"Hehe, son, please. ”

Seeing Wu Jing, the smile on the middle-aged man's face was even stronger, and his tone was also very kind.

Seeing Feng Hao's arrogance, the onlookers were even more interested, and they all encouraged Feng Hao to buy which wool to buy, and most of them were talking about the sky, as if the wool they were referring to would definitely open the spirit iron.

Feng Hao's gaze swept over the wool, and suddenly his eyes twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

Where is the wool, it is simply Wu Jing, each piece is priced at more than 500,000 gold coins, and there are a few pieces of aura wool that are directly millions of gold coins.

These superb wool, for these gamblers, can only mean * yin, although they have speculated, but they do not dare to gamble, after all, if there is no spirit iron, it will be a loss.

Now when they see generous people, they are desperately instigating, and they also want to see what is in these superb wool materials.

"Tut-tut, it's a pity, I can't afford it. ”

Feng Hao's eyes were also shining, and he couldn't stop smashing it in his mouth, and suddenly there were bursts of sighs, he sneered in his heart, smiled on his face, and walked towards the shelf on the side.

Sure enough, the wool on the second floor is really not comparable to the first floor, the wool of all sizes is piled up on the shelves, each piece is surrounded by an invisible spiritual mist, which is very extraordinary, however, the price of these wool materials is not comparable to that of the first floor, and the price of each piece of wool is about 50,000 gold coins, which makes Feng Hao take a breath.

However, when he thought that this was the place where Wu Jing and Lingtie came out, he regained his calm.

Sure enough, high risk has high reward, his fingers stroked all the way, but the small ball in his arms did not react at all, and Feng Hao's expression became a little strange.

The wool here, in addition to the appearance, seems to be no different from the one on the first floor.

It's no wonder that there are so few people on the second floor, and these gamblers have been gambling for a long time, so they naturally understand the truth.

A piece of wool was selected, recorded, and then put into the ring, only eight pieces were selected, and the middle-aged man reminded Feng Hao that there were only more than a thousand gold coins left.

"Whew"

Feng Hao exhaled lightly, there were four more martial crystals in the ring, and he was slightly happy, plus the three selected on the first floor, this time there were seven pieces of harvest.

Almost!

Naturally, he didn't dare to do too much, otherwise it wouldn't end well.

Of course, those wool materials containing Wu Jing, he will not be stupid to open the light here.

At that moment, he took out those empty shell wool again, and suddenly a burst of sighs sounded everywhere, and even more sarcasm continued to sound.

Luck? What if you have luck?

However, the god of luck is to favor Feng Hao, after opening four pieces, as soon as the light arrives, it appears in front of everyone again, and suddenly, the whole audience can hear the needle!

"Wow! What kind of shit luck is this?!"

A sloppy-looking man suddenly burst out in an insult.

"Three Martial Crystals in One Day"

Everyone is speechless, is this called a fool with a fool's blessing?

"Alas"

Taking Wu Jing, Feng Hao deliberately sighed slightly, "It seems that it is hopeless to open the spirit iron." ”

Saying that, he glanced at the best wool unwillingly, and finally gave up and continued to persevere.

With his performance like this, everyone naturally wouldn't suspect anything, after all, in their eyes, Feng Hao didn't make anything at all, at most, he just made a profit, and if he continued, he would do that unless he was really a fool.

As for the wool that has not been opened

Could that contain Wu Jing? So, no one cares about that.

With seven pieces of martial arts in the ring, Feng Hao walked out of the attic and returned directly to the inn, first of all, he opened all the wool.

Seven pieces of martial crystals were in hand, although they did not open the spirit iron, Feng Hao was also very satisfied.

In the following days, Feng Hao wandered among the small and medium-sized gambling stone shops in Ju'an City, and his luck was similar to this time every time, and he has always maintained a posture of neither profit nor loss, in fact, secretly, there are already more than fifty martial crystals in his ring!

"Hey, hey, go on like this."

After losing a few rays of ice and fire energy to the little ball, the little thing shrank into his arms with satisfaction, and Feng Hao also began to realize it.