Chapter 204: No hurries

(} Text) Chapter 2o4 What is Urgent
Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in the Yuyue Gambling Hall, but now, there is no noise in this gambling hall that is smaller than a small city, which is really weird. {}
He was only sixteen years old, and a handsome face was still slightly young, with a sharp eyebrow like a knife, and a pair of dark and deep eyes glancing around, always looking a bit mysterious.
He was very plain, wearing a very ordinary clothes, a black long tied with a piece of plain cloth, sprinkled on the back at will, and his cultivation is naturally penetrated by everyone, the peak of the big martial arts, At this age, it is quite good, but the whole person does not seem surprising, but is lucky.
Now, he walked around, stretched out his hand, just touched the wool slightly, and then looked at the price, so he chose so casually, without the slightest rule, those clear eyes, also looked Not like someone who knows the art of stone.
"Huh! It really is just an ordinary person."
Seeing Feng Hao's eyes, Yuan Po snorted, but he was even more uncomfortable. An ordinary man even snatched his limelight, thinking that his eyes narrowed dangerously.
In fact, the Aiishi technique is pupillary technique, which focuses on eyesight. Therefore, the Aiishi family, in fact, majors in pupillary technique, and then adds all kinds of experience to increase the success rate of material selection. .
Therefore, some people were disappointed when they saw that Feng Hao had not used pupillary surgery. However, their curiosity was stirred up.
Can human luck really turn against the sky to such an extent? Gambling on stones for ten consecutive days, not losing or winning, is this really just a coincidence of luck?
"All right!"
After touching an aura of wool in the palm of his hand, Feng Hao raised his mouth slightly. Then he randomly selected a few aura of wool, and made up 470,000 gold coins. He clapped his hands and spoke loudly.
"Oh! ... all waste!"
The eyes of several second-generation ancestors were all flashing with strange light. After watching it, they all laughed out loud. The skinny old man also had a mocking smile on his face.
Everyone heard their comments and expressions frowned.
Although they are arrogant, the pupil technique is real, and this is exactly the capital of their arrogance.
"Did that stop the luck of this lucky boy?"
The gamblers all seemed a little lost, and their expressions became tense.
In their opinion, this is a comparison of gambling luck and the art of Aiishi, and they still hope that Feng Hao can keep this luck forever.
"Say it now, don't you think it's too early? I believe my luck."
Feng Hao faintly smiled at the corner of his mouth, and raised an eyebrow at several second-generation ancestors.
"Huh! I bet on you in this game!"
A second-generation ancestor came out and said loudly, "If you have Wu Jing in these eight pieces of wool, even if you win, if you don't, you kneel down and call my grandpa!"
"Oh, if so, would you kneel and call my grandpa?"
Feng Hao sneered, but his face was a little uneasy and softly.
"you!..."
The second-generation zu suddenly became angry, his eyes glared, and when he saw the eyes around him, he said unwillingly, "If I lose, I will do it myself!"
"That's good."
Feng Hao was frightened of him, and patted his chest gently.
Everyone was in his heart when he saw him.
Where does his confidence come from?
Several second-generation ancestors and even the skinny old man picked up pupils one after another, and came forward to observe for a long time, sneering uncontrollably.
"Oh, did Brother Hao choose these eight?"
Yu Xiao frowned slightly, glanced at the price on the woolen cloth, and asked again, the second ancestor's face suddenly changed, and he just wanted to speak, but was held by his companion.
Hit Yu Xiao again, then his end will not be better.
"Just these eight."
Feng Hao gave a grateful smile and nodded.
"Oh."
Seeing Feng Hao's confidence, Yu Xiao was confused again, and could not help asking, "Brother Hao, why are you so sure that Wu Jing can be found in these eight pieces of wool?"
"Oh, intuition!"
Feng Hao laughed softly, quite mysteriously.
The so-called intuition actually depends on luck. Gamblers all rely on this and add a little eyesight, but they are all lost.
"I believe in my luck!"
Feng Hao added those suspicious eyes he saw.
"Hehe, Brother Hao has always had good luck, and he can't help but look forward to being old."
Yu Xiao stroked the beard on his chin, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the boy in front of him.
For some reason, he always felt that this young boy was a big martial artist, with so many elusive things, that his body seemed to be coated with a layer of mystery.
Seeing Feng Hao's reluctance to change wool, the second ancestor sighed softly, and at the same time, there was a trace of sorrow and blackness in his pupils without traces.
"If there is such an honor, the boy wants to ask Yu Lao to be a witness, so Yu Lao will start to make materials. I wonder what will happen to Yu Lao?"
Feng Hao smiled and arched his hands towards Yu Xiao.
"This ... naturally no problem!"
Slightly groaned, Yu Xiao agreed, and chuckled, "Haha! It's better to be respectful than to die."
After all, grabbing the palm of his hand was sucking up the best-colored wool among the eight wools.
"Salsa! ..."
With the salsa, the dirt on the wool was spilled, and the wool was shrinking to the naked eye.
"Huh ... huh ..."
On the scene, there were many heavy breathing sounds, and the gamblers' eyes all looked at the piece of wool in Yu Xiao's hands. Unconsciously, their emotions became a little nervous.
That is the most promising one among the eight pieces of wool. If not, then Feng Hao basically has no chance of winning.
Because of this atmosphere, even the representatives of those forces were slightly nervous. All eyes were focused on the sharply shrinking piece of wool.
Several second-generation ancestors still had relaxed smiles on their faces. It seemed that the winning ticket was in their hands. Feng Hao, likewise, did not have the slightest worries, and seemed to trust his luck to the extreme.
"Salsa! ..."
Finally, after half a ring, the whole piece of wool was turned into a pile of dirt, and no trace of Wu Jing was seen.
It's a piece of scrap!
Suddenly there were some disappointed boos.
"Haha! ... you just wait to lose!"
The second ancestor shouted proudly, and the proud color on his face was thicker.
"What are you anxious for, don't you have seven?"
Feng Hao pursed his lips and seemed a little upset.
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