There were hundreds of thousands of people gathered in Yuyue Gambling Den. However, there wasn't any noise coming from the gambling den, which was the size of a small city. It was very strange.{}
The young man was only sixteen years old. He had a delicate face and sharp eyebrows. His pitch-black eyes scanned the surroundings, giving off a mysterious aura.
He was dressed very plainly, wearing very ordinary clothes. His long black hair was tied up with a piece of plain cloth and hung casually on his back. As for his cultivation, everyone had already seen through it. He was only a peak Martial Grand Master, which was not bad at such a young age. However, he did not seem to have anything special about him, except for his good luck.
Now, he was wandering around, reaching out his hand and caressing the ores. Then, he looked at the prices and casually picked them without any pattern. His clear eyes didn't seem like someone who knew how to read ores.
"Hmph!He's really just an ordinary person. "
Seeing Feng Hao's eyes, Yuan Po snorted coldly. He felt even more indignant. An ordinary person dared to steal his limelight. As he thought about it, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Actually, the art of Xiangshi was a technique of the eye. It focused on eyesight. Therefore, the Xiangshi Aristocratic Clan's main focus was on eye techniques. Then, with the addition of experience in various aspects, the success rate of choosing materials was even higher.
Therefore, when they saw that Feng Hao didn't use any eye techniques, some people were disappointed. However, their curiosity was piqued.
Could a person's luck really be so heaven-defying?For more than ten days, he didn't lose or win. Was it really just a coincidence of luck?
"Alright!"
After his palm touched a piece of ores that did not have any spiritual energy, the corner of Feng Hao's mouth slightly raised. He then randomly chose a few ores that were rich in spiritual energy. After gathering four hundred and seventy thousand gold coins, he clapped his hands and said in a clear voice.
"Pfft!They're all trash! "
A strange glint flickered in the eyes of the few profligates. After observing for a while, they all sneered. The skinny old man also wore a mocking smile on his face.
Hearing their comments and expressions, everyone frowned.
Although they were arrogant, their Eye Technique was real, and this was the reason why they were so arrogant.
"Could it be that this lucky fellow's luck ends here?"
The gamblers all seemed a little disappointed, and their expressions became nervous.
As far as they were concerned, this was a competition between luck and the Art of Physiognomy, and they faintly hoped that Feng Hao would be able to maintain his luck.
"Don't you think it's too early to say that?I believe in my luck. "
The corners of Feng Hao's mouth curled into a faint smile as he raised his eyebrows at the few profligates.
"Humph!I'll bet with you this round! "
A spoiled brat walked out and said loudly, "If there are Martial Crystals in these eight raw materials, you win. If there aren't, you'll kneel down and call me grandpa!"
"Oh, if I did, would you kneel down and call me grandpa?"
Feng Hao sneered in his heart, but his face was a little uneasy as he said softly.
"You! …"
The spoiled brat was instantly enraged, and his eyes widened in anger. When he saw the gazes around him, he said unwillingly, "If I lose, I'll do it myself!"
"That's good."
Feng Hao looked as if he was afraid that the spoiled brat would go back on his word. He even patted his chest lightly.
Seeing his expression, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.
Where did his confidence come from?
The few spoiled brats and even the skinny old man used their Eye Technique to observe for a long time, and they couldn't help but laugh coldly.
"Hehe, Brother Hao, have you decided on these eight pieces?"
Yu Xiao frowned slightly, glanced at the prices on the raw materials, and asked again. Instantly, the spoiled brat's expression changed. He was about to say something, but he was stopped by his companions.
If he talked back to Yu Xiao again, he wouldn't have a good ending.
"Just these eight pieces."
Feng Hao smiled gratefully and nodded.
"Oh."
Seeing that Feng Hao was full of confidence, Yu Xiao was confused again. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Hao, why are you so sure that there will be Martial Crystals in these eight raw materials?"
"Hehe, intuition!"
Fenghao chuckled and said in a mysterious manner.
The so-called intuition was actually relying on luck. Gamblers relied on this, and a little more judgment. However, they all lost everything.
"I believe in my luck!"
Seeing those puzzled gazes, Fenghao added another sentence.
"Hehe, Brother Hao's luck has always been good. This old man can't help but look forward to it."
Yu Xiao stroked the beard on his chin, and squinted his eyes as he looked at the young man in front of him.
He didn't know why, but he felt that this young man, who was only a Martial Grand Master, was somewhat unfathomable. There seemed to be a layer of mystery around him.
Seeing that Feng Hao wasn't willing to exchange the raw materials, the spoiled brat heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, a trace of anger and ferocity flashed across his eyes.
"If I have the honor, I would like to ask Elder Yu to be a witness and open the raw materials. What do you think, Elder Yu?"
Feng Hao smiled and cupped his hands at Yu Xiao.
"This … Of course, no problem!"
After thinking for a while, Yu Xiao agreed and laughed softly. "Haha!Then this old man will accept it. "
After saying that, he made a grabbing motion with his palm and sucked the one with the best color out of the eight raw materials.
"Shasha! …"
With a rustling sound, the mud on the raw material fell, and the raw material shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, there were many heavy breaths. The eyes of the gamblers were all fixed on the raw material in Yu Xiao's hand. Unconsciously, they became nervous.
Out of the eight raw materials, it was the one that had the highest chance of being revealed. If it didn't, then Feng Hao basically had no chance of winning.
Because of this kind of atmosphere, even the representatives of the various factions started to feel slightly nervous. All of their gazes were focused on the rapidly shrinking piece of raw material.
The spoiled brats still had relaxed smiles on their faces, as if victory was already in their grasp. As for Feng Hao, he didn't look worried at all, as if he was extremely confident in his own luck.
"Shasha! …"
Finally, after a while, the entire raw material turned into a pile of mud, and there was no trace of the Martial Crystal.
It was a piece of trash!
Instantly, there were some disappointed boos from the crowd.
"Haha!Just wait to lose! "
The spoiled brat shouted proudly, and the look on his face became even more obvious.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't there seven more?"
Feng Hao pursed his lips, as if he was a little uneasy.
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