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{} Body] Chapter 197 Lucky King

"Hey!"

When he boasted, Feng Hao's face was full of energy again, and the previous sadness was even swept away.

"My son, do you want to buy some wool?"

Seeing him in a good mood, the old man asked tentatively.

"Buy, why don't you buy it? I'm lucky today, I want to drive, I want to drive out a spirit iron!"

Feng Hao was so arrogant that he uttered mad words, leaving others stunned.

"Stupid x!"

"Well, little hair kid is little hair kid."

"Hey! I'm going to see what the kid is going to do!"

Some people drove a few pieces of wool, and they came down in dismay, listening to Feng Hao's rhetoric.

Too immature, too easy to be emotional.

This is someone's evaluation of Feng Hao.

And he showed this image, which is exactly what he wanted!

Just kidding, there is a 100% chance that such people dare to accept Gambling Stone Square? And dare to leave such a person?

Feng Hao is not stupid, and I still understand the situation. Three of the ten wools in the ring contain Wu Jing. At the same time, he can't help but be moved. He turned two thirds on this floor and found five Wu Jing. Isn't this a pit father?

Silently mourn for these gamblers who are watching on their own, Feng Hao's face is even more arrogant.

"Kailing Iron?"

Even the old man couldn't help but twitched his mouth. The spirit iron from this gambling stone workshop was really not much. For decades, it was only a few pieces, and the grade was not very high.

"Well, I want to open the iron!"

Said, Feng Hao took another piece of wool from the ring, and as a result, it was just a pile of powder.

"Hehe, this boy, the first floor, the wool is relatively low-level, the probability of driving out of the iron is not high. Although the price of the second floor is more expensive, it has been driven out of the iron many times. "

The old man with a kind smile on his old face encouraged him.

"Oh, the second floor?"

Just hesitating slightly, Feng Hao walked towards the second floor, "Little Master must drive out the spirit iron today."

Behind him, a group of gamblers crowded up to the second floor, which was originally clean, and suddenly became noisy. After understanding, some people on the second floor were also interested.

A little, a middle-aged man came over.

"I want to choose a stone!"

As soon as Feng Hao gritted his teeth, he passed the piece of Wu Jing just now.

"Hehe, please, please."

Seeing Wu Jing, the smile on the middle-aged man's face was even stronger, and his tone was very kind.

The Feng Hao was so arrogant, and the onlookers were even more interested. They encouraged Feng Hao to buy what kind of wool, and most of them said that the ceiling was messy.

Feng Hao glanced at what woolen material, and suddenly his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth flicked fiercely.

Where is the wool, it is Wu Jing, each one is a gold coin with a price of more than 500,000 yuan, and a few aura-woolen wool are directly millions of gold coins.

For these gamblers, for these gamblers, they can only mean * yin. Although they have speculated, they dare not bet on a gamble. After all, if they don't have a spirit, they will be dead.

Now when they see generous people, they are desperately urged to see what is in these fine wools.

"Oh! ... Unfortunately, I can't afford it."

Feng Hao was also full of eyes, and he couldn't stop smashing in his mouth. He suddenly sneered for a while, his heart sneered, his face sneered, and he walked towards the side shelf.

Sure enough, the wool on the second floor is really not comparable on the first floor. Large and small pieces of wool are stacked on the shelf, and each piece has an invisible spiritual mist lingering around, which is very extraordinary. However, these The price of wool is not comparable on the first floor. The price of each wool is around 50,000 gold coins, which makes Feng Hao take a breath.

However, the thought of the place where Wu Jing and Ling Tie came out restored the peace.

Sure enough, high-risk is high-returned, fingers touched all the way, but the small ball in his arms did not react at all, and Feng Hao's look also became a little strange.

The wool here seems to be very different from the first floor, except for the appearance.

It's no wonder that there will be so few people on the second floor. These gamblers have long bet and naturally understand the way.

A piece of wool was selected, recorded, and then put into the ring. Only eight pieces were selected. The middle-aged man reminded Feng Hao that there were only more than 1,000 gold coins left.

"call..."

Feng Hao exhaled softly. There were four more Wu Jing in the ring, and he was slightly happy. With the three selected on the first floor, the harvest was seven.

almost!

He naturally didn't dare go too far, otherwise there would be no good end.

Of course, those woolen materials that contain Wu Jing will not be silly here.

At the moment, he took out the empty shell wool again, and suddenly hissing sounded everywhere, and even more irony kept ringing.

luck? How about luck?

However, the **** of fortune is looking after Feng Hao. After opening four yuan, once the light comes out, he appears again in front of everyone, and the needle drop is heard!

"Well! What the **** is this **** ?!"

A look-alike man suddenly scolded.

"Three Wujings are opened in one day ..."

Everyone is speechless, isn't that making stupid people stupid?

"Ugh..."

After taking over Wu Jing, Feng Hao deliberately sighed, "It seems hopeless to drive out the iron."

With that, he glanced at those fine wools unwillingly, and finally gave up and continued.

Everyone naturally does n’t doubt anything about his performance. After all, in their eyes, Feng Hao did n’t make any money at all, and at most he made a profit. And, if he goes on, that ’s only true if he is really a fool. do.

As for the wool that has not been opened ...

Could that possibly contain Wu Jing? So no one cares about them at all.

With seven pieces of Wujing inside the ring, Feng Hao stepped out of the attic and returned directly to the inn all the way. First, he opened all the wool.

Seven pieces of Wujing arrived, although Feng Hao did not drive out, Feng Hao was very satisfied.

In the following days, Feng Hao walked in the small and medium-sized gambling stone workshops in Ju'an City. Each time his luck was similar to this time, and he has always maintained the attitude of neither making nor losing. In fact, secretly, his ring has There are more than 50 Wujings!

"Hey! ... Go on like this ..."

After losing several ice and fire energies to the small ball, the small thing was indented into his arms with satisfaction, and Feng Hao began to notice * yin.

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