"Luck? Tsk!..."

"How dare you say it!"

"I don't know what to say!"

A few The second generation ancestor kept taunting and showing disdain. Only the unlucky guy who was awake looked at Feng Hao in confusion. For some reason, he had a feeling in his heart that this boy would win.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly woke up with a sharp wit. In an instant, he caught the slightly playful curve on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth.

"Young Master Yuan, don't bet with him!"

The unlucky man blurted out directly, with a loud voice, which silenced the originally noisy scene. A pair of eyes looked at him in astonishment.

"Young Master Yuan, don't bet with him, you will lose. Really, you have to believe me!"

He rushed up quickly and grabbed Yuan Po. The arm said urgently.

Feng Hao’s playful smile made him sincerely frightened. He felt that Feng Hao was just playing tricks on himself and others, and did not put himself at all. In eyes.

Such words shocked the whole room, and everyone was speechless.

"What are you doing?!"

Being pulled by the arm and being looked down upon in such a way, Yuan Po felt a little angry, and his rather handsome face also Turning a little red, she ripped off his arm and pushed it to the ground.

"Young Master Yuan, you really can't gamble!"

The unlucky guy seemed to be suffering from mental illness, and wanted to rush over again, but was stopped by the other two second-generation ancestors. Blocked, pinned to the ground, unable to move.

"Lan Nu, you are crazy, what are you talking about? How could Mr. Yuan lose?!"

"I think he is out of his mind, just knock him out. !”

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

“Bad luck!”

Yuan Po secretly spat.

But the old man with a thin face frowned deeply, but he saw that Yuan Po could not listen to the advice at this time, and his slightly open mouth slowly closed, without speaking, just He looked at Feng Hao with squinted eyes.

And everyone around him was also at a loss.

Which one is this?

Seeing the young man who was still looking calm when they saw each other again, for some reason, a strange feeling arose 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, or you will give in!"

Being bitten by one of his own, Yuan Po's mood became worse. For some reason, he also had a feeling in his heart. A false illusion, it seems that... I will lose?

He quickly shook his head to get this dangerous thought out of his mind, and scolded Feng Hao to boost his confidence.

"Then I'll go and choose."

Feng Hao smiled slightly, turned around, walked a few steps, turned around again, and asked, " If you and I have the same number of Martial Crystals, how do we calculate it?"

"Huh!"

"You also know that although the God of Luck takes care of me, but I I have always been in a state of neither losing nor winning. It is difficult to win against you..."

Yuan Po was about to say a draw, but was interrupted by Feng Hao, who said something like a joke. Big bunch.

When he said this, he immediately attracted some strange looks.

Indeed, this is true. Although this young man is said to be extremely lucky, he has never won. This is indeed the biggest strange thing in the world.

"This..."

Being looked at by tens of thousands of eyes, the arrogant Yuan Po could not say the word "draw". When he closed his eyes, he almost He yelled, "If the numbers are the same, you win, okay?!"

"You must keep your word. Everyone present can testify!"

Feng Hao looked towards Yuxiao, slightly arched his hands around him, and walked towards the woolen shelf.

For some reason, seeing the smile on Feng Hao's lips when he turned his head, Yuan Po suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. He opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

With his arrogance, he really couldn't go back on his promise, and he immediately hardened his heart.

"Hmph! I don't believe that a poor boy can possess the art of high-level phase stones!"

Thinking of this, his eyes condensed again, and his arrogance returned. Back on his face.

As for Feng Hao, it was still the same as last time. His palms were beating randomly on pieces of wool, sometimes picking it up, sometimes putting it down, and sometimes even putting it next to his ear to gently tap the wool. He seemed to be listening to the sound, and his pretense of professionalism made people laugh.

“It’s not like the art of phase stone!”

Everyone shook their heads gently, no matter what his movements were, his eyes were always It is clear and bottomless, which proves that he has not mastered the eye-opening technique at all..

As for experience... If choosing wool like that can be considered experience, then all of us here will become experts and masters.

Not long after, when he came back from shopping, 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 occupy it. It’s cheaper for you. I’ll give you a few bucks.”

“Hmph!”

Yuan Po snorted lightly and ignored it, but there was a look in his eyes. Plated with strange light.

　“Huh?”

Just at a glance, he felt that Feng Hao’s random selection seemed to have some pretty good ones, and his heart suddenly trembled. .

"Does this guy really know the art of phase stone?"

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

“This kid is destined to lose!”

“Although the quality is better than the last one, the difference between it and the one chosen by Mr. Yuan is huge!”

Several second-generation ancestors put away the strange light in their pupils, and mocked them with disdain.

Only this time, the skinny old man did not say anything.

Master Xiangshi, although he can guess a thing or two, he can't see through it. Although judging from the color and texture of the wool, Yuan Po's choice has a high chance of being illuminated, but it is still unclear. It's 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 scary person!"

He was almost certain that this young man named Fen Hao could never be an ordinary person, because there is no ordinary person To be able to treat masters like Xiangshi like myself with such an indifferent attitude.

"Huh... I hope he is really relying on his own luck."

Exhaling slightly, he squinted his eyes slightly and waited for what was behind him. ending.

“Yu Lao, please!”

Feng Hao smiled slightly and cupped his hands towards Yuxiao.

"Haha!...Little things!"

Yu Xiao has always seen Feng Hao's performance. With his way of looking at people, he really feels that , this young man is playing tricks on these second-generation ancestors.

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