Chapter 208: I won't lose

(} Text) Chapter 2o8 I Will Not Lose
"You and I each choose 500,000 gold coins of wool. Whoever drives out more Wu Jing will win, and whoever loses will give the winning knelt a and call Grandpa!"
Yuan quite glared, his voice was full of anger, and his words were full of anger.
I don't know why, looking at the teenager who is still indifferent, the old man with a thin face frowned slightly, he always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't tell, of course, he wouldn't say silly at this time, If blocked, wouldn't it be obvious that Yuan is rather inferior to this boy named Fenhao?
"Is he really lucky?"
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly.
At the same time, almost everyone in the audience thought so, whether it was strength or luck, and no one can judge for sure yet.
"Oh, that's how it is."
Feng Hao seemed slightly distressed.
"How? You dare not?"
Yuan Po scorned and provoked.
"I can not?!"
Suddenly, Feng Hao seemed to be irritable as if he was angered, and shouted, "Choose it first."
"Huh! You asked for it!"
Yuan Po snorted softly, and there was a smirk in the corner of her mouth, and she walked towards the shelf where the wool was placed.
Under the gaze of many eyes, he began to condense his pupils.
Not long after, a layer of strange light was plated in the eyes of his pair. In this layer of strange light, there were still some colors, but it was not obvious.
"Hisse! ... I can't think of his Aiishi technique so far, I'm afraid it's about to advance to Xuan level."
"Yuan family, it is indeed the Xiangshi family of nearly 10,000 years. I am afraid that this mysterious Xiangshi technique will almost be promoted to the prefecture level, right?"
"Prefecture level? Where would it be so easy, the whole city of Ju'an, it's just that one."
"Also! ..."
Because of his pupil technique, some voices were heard in the scene, and Yu Xiao frowned slightly after seeing his eyes.
Looking at the ordinary boy with some curiosity next to him, he didn't know if he was gambling right.
"That's the art of phase stones?"
Feng Hao was really curious about the twinkling eyes that she saw.
"Extremely rough, the success rate of this kind of phase stone is up to three layers!"
The sound of burning old sounded directly in Feng Hao's mind.
"Three floors?"
Feng Hao shuddered in his heart.
There are many strange things in the world. Since there is a gambling stone, there is a technique of phalanx, a pair of pupils, which can break through the dynamic trend of wool, and judge the truth and reality.
"It's a far cry from the small ball!"
Feng Hao raised his mouth, his depression was gone.
"Ah!"
Fen Lao sneered, "Does your kid really think that little guy is omnipotent?"
"how?"
Feng Hao had a meal in his heart.
"Can this little guy judge the quality of the inner spirit for you?"
"This..."
Burning an old sentence left Feng Hao speechless.
The ability of the small ball is indeed able to sense the presence of Wu Jing and Ling Iron in the wool, but it seems that it is impossible to judge the quality and quality.
"You can only rely on it to make a small bargain. For the real big head, you can only miss it."
The old man hummed softly.
Feng Hao naturally knew that in these small and medium-sized gambling houses, he also saw a lot of outrageously priced woolen materials. Yes, there were Wu Jing and even iron, but the price of his woolen materials was far away. Out of Wu Jing, the price of spirit iron.
Therefore, this kind of fine wool is bet on the top grade! This is also the real source of big profits.
A superb spirit iron is worth at least tens of millions of gold coins, even hundreds of millions!
"Pupil surgery, naturally has the value of pupil surgery, if you underestimate it, you are wrong!"
Fen Lao said cautiously, "Especially in the cemetery of the ruins, there is a pupil technique and a pupilless technique, the difference is great!"
"Ok."
Feng Hao nodded slightly, and the disdain for the stone art in his heart suddenly disappeared.
Really arrogant.
"Master, do you also have the art of fancy stones?"
It was thought, Feng Hao's eyes lit up, and his breathing was slightly short.
From his point of view, burning old products must be a fine product, and Feng Hao is a little clear when he sees how he protects the stone.
Here, I am sure I am also a master of stone!
"Hum!"
The old man snorted proudly.
"Hey! ... Master, what ... hey ..."
For the elderly, Feng Hao has nothing to put down, but is embarrassed and entangled in his face.
"Speak later!"
Leaving this sentence, the old man was silent.
"Hey!"
Feng Hao was overjoyed.
At that time, with the help of the Ai Shizhu technique taught by the burning of the old man, plus the small ball, this fetish, he will be able to embrace all the holy things in the major gambling houses and graveyards in!
...
Yuan Po chose very slowly and finely, often not to look at the richness of wool aura, but to carefully observe the lines on it.
At this time, his face was gone, and his cautious look was a bit imposing. After a while, sweat oozed from his forehead, and Wu Jing was added to his hand, and, Shuo Shuoguang, apparently, he was absorbing Wu Jing's energy.
"It turns out that this pupil technique also needs Wu Yuan to run."
Feng Hao felt a little surprised.
After choosing for almost half an hour, Yuan Po chose seven pieces of wool. Several second-generation ancestors had pupils flashing, and the skinny old man nodded.
"It is indeed top-quality. At least three pieces of Wu Jing can be opened. Yuan Shao's pupil technique, old admiration!"
The skinny old man glanced for a few moments, and said with a smile, and at the same time arched his hand slightly towards Yuan Po.
"Hey! Wherever you are, Pi Lao is polite."
Yuan Po wiped the sweat on his face, his face was full of emotion, and he raised a brow provocatively towards Feng Hao.
Seven pieces of wool can produce about three pieces of Wujing. This is an incredible success rate. Some ordinary stone masters in Ju'an City are just awesome.
"awesome!"
Feng Hao lowered his body and brushed these seven pieces of wool at will with his palm, and he had the number in his heart, or he stood up directly, and raised his thumbs towards Yuan Po.
"Give up, kid!"
"Hey! Compared with Yuan Shao, he is looking for shame!"
Several second-generation ancestors were ridiculed, and their faces were ruthless.
They really wanted to peel Feng Hao and cramps at this time, and then threw them into the oil pan and fry them for a few days. Only then did they feel the hatred in their hearts.
"Yes, yes, but I believe my luck. God never let me lose. I believe I won't lose!"
Feng Hao's words instantly made these two ancestors angry.
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