King of Bad Luck
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Chapter 841: King of Misfortune The moment the middle-aged man's words left his mouth, the originally noisy scene immediately quieted down. Almost everyone's gaze was fixed on the youth standing at the entrance, waiting for his reply.
Rejecting the invitation of the Imperial Family was not a funny thing. Almost half of the people thought that Feng Hao would definitely agree. Only a small number of people were thinking about the background of this young man with God Eyes.
It was definitely not a coincidence that he had such a heaven-defying eye technique. It was very likely that there was a huge figure behind this young man!
Therefore, at this time, the middle-aged man did not directly invite Feng Hao to be the Elder of Dong Ming. Instead, he said that the Emperor invited him to have a seat. This was much more tactful.
"This …"
Fenghao furrowed his brows and hesitated.
If he was really just a Master of Xiangshi, they would be more than happy to be able to become the 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 teleportation ancient formation in the distance, breaking the originally tense atmosphere.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a small old man in tattered clothes running towards them barefooted.
His hair was a mess, green and white. No one knew how many years it had been since he combed it. No one knew how many years he had been wearing his clothes. The clothes that should have been green had turned white. They were old and tattered. To put it in a civilized way, he was poor and dejected. To put it in a more common way, he was a beggar.
"Master, I've finally found you!"
When he came in front of Feng Hao, the small old man directly grabbed the bottom of Feng Hao's trousers and cried loudly. Snot and tears flowed out, and he wiped a lot of it on Feng Hao's trousers. When Feng Hao was not paying attention, a large piece of it was smeared on him. It was shiny and very eye-catching.
"This …"
Seeing his actions, the corner of Fenghao's mouth quickly twitched a few times. He tried very hard to suppress the anger in his heart and somewhat gnashed his teeth as he said, "This old man, I don't know you. Please let me go!"
He wanted to struggle free, but it was as if the little old man's hands had grown from his feet. No matter how he moved, he was unable to struggle free unless he used his strength to shatter the little old man's hands. This caused Fenghao to feel extremely gloomy. He did not understand where the little old man came from, and why he would do such an outrageous thing.
What he did not notice was that Xiao Qiuqiu, who had been coiled up in his arms, had opened its eyes. Looking at the little old man, the corners of its mouth curled up in a human-like smile.
"God, Master, you don't want me anymore. I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore … "
Hearing Fenghao's words, the unidentified little old man seemed to have suffered a huge blow and immediately began to cry. His snot and tears were like a fountain as they came crashing down. Fenghao's trousers were drenched to the point where water could be squeezed out.
"It's him …"
"Why is this old gambler here?"
"Could it be the legendary King of Misfortune, Huang Tianyun?!"
"Hehe, it's actually him …"
"Speaking of which, could it be that he wants to become a disciple?"
"This guy is really a toad lusting after swan meat. Would Master God Pupil like him?"
After getting a clear look at the little old man, the surrounding gamblers all revealed looks of surprise and ridicule, and began to discuss with each other in low voices.
In the world of gamblers in the Dong Ming Empire, this little old man called Huang Tianyun was a well-known figure. When he first arrived at the Dong Ming Empire, he was still a dazzling figure and was generous with his money, causing people to suspect that he was a member of some extraordinary hidden aristocratic family. However, ever since he became addicted to gambling, he lost every single gamble he made. All of his wealth was lost in the gambling den, and since then, he fell into poverty and was unable to get back up.
All these years, this small old man had been mingling in the various gambling dens of Dong Ming Empire. Because he lost every gamble he made, he made a name for himself, the King of Misfortune!
At least, in the world of gamblers in Dong Ming, he was known as the unlucky person. In terms of bad luck, no one could compare to him.
However, he was also an ambitious King of Misfortune. He had always made it his life's goal to find a peak Heaven Realm Master Stone Physiognomy as his master. He swore that after learning the supreme eye technique, he would win back all the fortune he had lost …
No one took this seriously. Even in the eyes of gamblers, he was nothing more than a joke.
However, no one noticed that Battle Saint Dong Ming's expression had turned serious. His eyes flickered as he looked at the small old man.
"King of Misfortune?!"
After hearing about this small old man's deeds, Feng Hao's heart twitched violently several times.
It seemed like he had never been lucky since he arrived in the Primordial World. Could it be because he was targeted by this guy?
"Hurry up and let go!"
Looking at his shiny trousers that were dripping with water, his face instantly darkened. If not for the fact that there were so many people here, he would have kicked him.
"Boohoo! I won't let go, unless you admit that you're my master. Otherwise, I won't let go even if you beat me to death … "
The small old man, Huang Tianyun, continued wiping his tears and snot on Feng Hao's trousers. The threat was very strong, as if he was determined to keep wiping if Feng Hao didn't agree!
"Let go!"
If not for his strong tolerance, Feng Hao would have vomited by now. This guy was really too disgusting. Feng Hao couldn't understand. How could he have so much snot and tears? He glanced at his feet. It had almost formed a river. Those who were standing nearby all distanced themselves in disgust.
With a thought, the muscles on Feng Hao's feet trembled. A huge force burst out and hit the pair of palms …
"Hmm?"
As the force increased, the small old man didn't react at all. This instantly stunned Feng Hao.
In a short while, he had already raised his strength to the Martial King Realm. However, the small old man was still doing as he pleased, as if he didn't feel anything …
"How is this possible?"
Feng Hao was shocked. A purple light flashed in his eyes. He wanted to see through the small old man's cultivation …
However, what he got was the Martial Venerable Realm …
However, in terms of strength, Feng Hao had already controlled it to the level of the Supervisor Realm!
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