Chapter 841 The King of Bad Luck

As soon as the middle-aged man said these words, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and almost everyone looked at the person standing at the door. The young man was 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, and only a small part of them were thinking about the origin of this boy with magical eyes.

Being able to possess such a heaven-defying pupil technique is definitely not an accident. Behind this young man, there is probably a huge monster!

Therefore, at this time, the middle-aged man did not directly invite Feng Hao to serve as the elder of Dongming, but said that the emperor invited him to come and sit down, which was much more tactful.

"This..."

Feng Hao frowned and hesitated.

If he was 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 array area teleported from a distance, and it was directly transmitted here. It broke 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, green with white, is a mess and has not been combed for who knows how many years. His clothes, who have been worn for who knows how many years, should have been The green clothes are a bit white, old and shabby. To put it mildly, he is poor. If he is a common person, he is a beggar.

“Master, I have found you now!”

Arriving in front of Feng Hao, the little old man grabbed Feng Hao’s trousers and cried loudly As she sat, snot and tears flowed out, and she wiped a lot of it on Feng Hao's pants. Feng Hao didn't pay attention and applied a large area on him, which was shiny and conspicuous.

"This..."

Seeing him move like this, the corners of Feng Hao's mouth twitched quickly several times, and he worked very hard to suppress the anger in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old man, I don't know you, please let me go!"

He wanted to break free, but the little old man's hands seemed to grow on his feet. Likewise, no matter how he moved, he couldn't break free unless his hands were shattered by force. This made Feng Hao very depressed. He didn't understand who this little old man was and why he did what he did. 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 the corner of its mouth.

"Oh my God, Master, you don't want me anymore, woo hoo!... I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore..."

When Feng Hao said this, the unidentified little old man immediately felt as if he had received a serious blow. He immediately began to cry. His snot and tears were like a fountain, and they splashed directly onto Feng Hao's pants. A wet piece can squeeze out water.

　“It’s him...”

　“Why does this old gambler appear here?”

　“Could it be the legend? The King of Bad Luck, Huang Tianyun?!"

"Hehe, it's him..."

"By the way, he doesn't want to become a disciple, right?"< br />
"This guy really wants to eat swan meat. With him, Master Shenpu can see him?"

After seeing this little old man clearly, the people around him The gamblers all showed expressions of surprise and joking, and whispered among themselves.

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 shining, spending generously, and making people... It was suspected that he was from an extraordinary reclusive family. However, ever since he got addicted to gambling, he had lost every time he gambled. He lost all his wealth in Stone Gambling Square. From then on, he became extremely poor and could not 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 he gambled and lost, he also made a name for himself, the King of Bad Luck. !

At least, he is a well-known unlucky person in the Dongming gambler community 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 to After practicing peerless eye skills, he won back all his lost belongings...

No one took this as a thing, even in the eyes of gamblers, he was just a Just a joke.

However, no one noticed that Dong Ming War Saint’s face became serious. His eyes flickered as he looked at the little old man.

"The King of Bad Luck?!"

After hearing the story of this little old man, Feng Hao's heart twitched several times.

It seems that I have never been to Hongmeng Realm.Have you ever been lucky? Could it be because you were targeted by this guy?

"Let go!"

Looking at his trousers that were dripping and shiny, his face suddenly turned darker. If it weren't for this crowd of people, he would definitely Will kick him over.

　"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!

"Let go!"

If it weren't for his strong endurance, Feng Hao would have vomited at this time. This guy is so disgusting. Feng Hao doesn't understand. How could he have so much snot and tears? I glanced at my feet and saw that it was almost turning into a river. Some people who were standing close stayed away from it in disgust.

Due to his thoughts, the muscles in Feng Hao's feet trembled, and huge force burst out, impacting the palms of his hands...

"Huh?"

With the increase in strength, the little old man didn’t react at all, which 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 it possible? ?”

Feng Hao was shocked, a flash of purple light flashed in his eyes, trying to penetrate the cultivation level of the little old man in front of him...

What he got was , Wu Zun first level...

However, now in terms of strength, Feng Hao has already controlled it at the level of governor level!

Can a person of the Martial Master level withstand the impact of the power of the Governor level? Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that it has not had any impact on him at all!