Martial Inverse

"Luck? Chick!"

"You really dare to say it!"

"Ridiculous!"

The second generation ancestors were constantly mocking, showing disdain, only the unlucky guy who was sober 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 flashed through his mind, he suddenly woke up with a clever mind, and in an instant, he caught the somewhat playful arc slightly drawn from the corner of Feng Hao's mouth.

"Yuan Shao, don't bet with him!"

The unlucky guy blurted out directly, the voice was quite loud, and the scene that was originally noisy became silent, and his eyes were all looking at him in astonishment.

"Yuan Shao, don't bet with him, you will lose, really, you have to trust me!"

He rushed up quickly, grabbed Yuan Po's arm and said anxiously.

Feng Hao's playful smile made him feel frightened from the bottom of his heart, he felt that Feng Hao seemed to be just playing with himself and others, and he didn't take himself seriously at all.

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

"What are you doing?!"

Yuan Po felt a little annoyed at being pulled by his arm and being underestimated so much, his rather handsome face flushed a little, and he tore off his arm and pushed it to the ground.

"Yuan Shao, you really can't gamble!"

The unlucky guy seemed to have lost his mind, and wanted to rush over again, but was stopped by the other two second-generation ancestors, who were pressed to the ground, unable to move.

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

"I think he is out of order, just knock him out!"

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

"unlucky!"

Yuan Po secretly spat.

It's just that the old man with a thin face frowned deeply, but seeing that Yuan Po couldn't listen to persuasion at this time, his slightly opened mouth also slowly closed,

He didn't speak, just looked at Feng Hao with squinted eyes.

And the people around are all at a loss.

Which one is this?

Goodbye to the boy who still looked calm, 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, who will never lose?

"Hurry up and choose wool, or just admit defeat!"

After being bitten by one of his own people, Yuan Po's mood became even worse. For some reason, he also had a false illusion in his heart, as if he would lose?

He quickly shook his head to shake this dangerous thought out of his mind, and yelled at Feng Hao to boost his confidence.

"Then I will choose."

Feng Hao smiled slightly, turned around, walked a few steps, turned his head again, and asked, "If you and I have the same number of Wujing, how do you count?"

"snort!"

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

Yuan Po was about to talk about the draw, but was interrupted by Feng Hao, who babbled a lot.

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

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

"this"

Stared at by tens of thousands of eyes, the arrogant Yuan Po couldn't say the word "tie". When he closed his eyes, he almost shouted, "If the numbers are the same, you will win, okay?!"

"You must keep your word, everyone present can testify!"

Feng Hao moved towards Yu Xiao, arched his hands slightly around, and walked towards the woolen shelf.

For some reason, seeing the smile at the corner of Feng Hao's mouth when he turned his head, Yuan Po suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

With his arrogance, he turned his back on what he said, he really couldn't do it, so he hardened his heart immediately.

"Hmph! I don't believe that a poor boy can possess high-level physiognomy!"

Thinking of this weight, his gaze became concentrated again, and the arrogance returned to his face.

As for Feng Hao, the same as last time, his palms danced casually on each piece of wool, sometimes picking it up, sometimes putting it down, and sometimes even putting it next to his ear to tap the wool lightly, as if he could still hear the sound, that pretended The professional appearance makes people laugh.

"It's not like the technique of astrologer!"

Everyone shook their heads lightly, no matter how he moved, but his eyes were always clear and bottomless, which proved that he hadn't mastered the pupil technique at all.

As for experience, if choosing wool materials like that is considered experience, all the people here will become experts and masters.

Not long after, when he came back from a stroll, 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 take advantage of you, right? I only have a few dollars."

"snort!"

Yuan Po snorted softly and ignored it, but his eyes were gilded with strange light.

"Huh?"

With just a glance, he felt that there seemed to be some pretty good ones that Feng Hao picked at random, and his heart trembled.

"Does this guy really understand the technique of astrologers?"

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

"This kid is doomed!"

"Although the quality is better than last time, the difference from the one chosen by Yuan Shao is too great!"

The second generation ancestors put away the strange light in their pupils, and taunted with disdain.

Only this time, the skinny old man didn't make a speech.

Master Xiangshi, although he said he could guess a thing or two, he couldn't see through it. Although judging from the color and texture of the woolen material, the probability of Yuan Po's selection being bright was high, but it was 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 was absolutely impossible to be an ordinary person, because no ordinary person could treat Master Xiangshi like himself with such an indifferent attitude.

"Hope he's really relying on his luck."

Slightly exhaling, he narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for the ending.

"Old Yu, please!"

Feng Hao smiled slightly, and cupped his hands towards Yu Xiao.

"Haha! Little thing!"

Yu Xiao has been watching Feng Hao's performance. With his way of observing people, he really feels that this young man is playing with these second generation ancestors.

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

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