Martial Inverse

(} Text) Chapter 2o9 Terrible People

"Luck? Hey! ..."

"How dare you say it!"

"Ridiculous!"

Several second-generation ancestors kept ridiculing, showing very disdain. Only the unlucky unlucky guy looked at Feng Hao with some confusion. Somehow, he had a feeling in his heart that this teenager would win.

The thought crossed his mind, and suddenly he woke up with a cleverness. For a moment, he grasped the slightly curvaceous arc that was slightly pulled out from the corner of Feng Hao's mouth.

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

The unlucky eggs blurted out directly, and the sound was quite loud, so that the scene that was originally a little noisy was silent, with a pair of eyes, all looking at him stupidly.

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

He rushed forward, grabbing Yuan Po's arm and hurriedly.

Feng Hao's funny smile made him truly frightened. He felt that Feng Hao was just playing with himself and others, and he didn't put a few of them in his eyes.

Such words were full of surprise, and everyone was speechless.

"What are you doing ?!"

Pulling his arm and being so underestimated, Yuan Po felt a little annoyed, and his pretty face was also flushed, and his arm was pulled off and pushed to the ground.

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

The unlucky eggs seemed to be suffering from an insane madness, and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the other two second-generation ancestors, pressed to the ground and unable to move.

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

"I think he's out of order. Let's just stun!"

Without waiting for the unlucky eggs to react, a second-generation ancestor carrying Wu Yuan's palm cut directly on his neck, and the unlucky eggs fainted again.

"unlucky!"

Yuan quite sighed.

It was just that the old man with a thin face frowned, but saw that Yuan Po could not listen at this time, and his mouth opened slightly closed slowly. He did not speak, but squinted and looked at Feng Hao.

And the people around were all at a loss.

Where did this come from?

The teenagers who were still good-bye, goodbye, somehow a strange feeling rose in their hearts.

Is this boy really an incarnation of luck and will never lose?

"Hurry up and choose the wool, or just give up!"

Being bitten by his own person, Yuan Po's mood became worse. Somehow, he also had a false illusion in his heart, it seemed ... that he would lose?

He quickly shook his head to shake this dangerous thought out of his mind, and shouted at Feng Hao, so as to enhance the confidence in his heart.

"Then I'll choose."

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

"Humph!"

"You also know that although the **** of luck takes care of me, I have always been in a state of not losing or winning. It is difficult to win you ..."

Yuan Po was trying to say a tie, but was interrupted by Feng Hao. He said a lot.

When he said that, he immediately attracted some weird eyes.

Indeed, this is the case. Although the boy said that he was lucky, he never won. This is indeed the biggest weird thing in the world.

"This..."

Looking at it with tens of thousands of eyes, how proud Yuan Po couldn't say the word draw. With his eyes closed, he almost shouted, "If the numbers are the same, you can still count as a win, okay ?!"

"It's up to you to speak, and everyone present can testify!"

Feng Hao was moving towards Yu Xiao, arching his hand slightly around, and walking towards the wool rack.

I do not know why, when looking at Feng Hao turning his head, the smile in the corner of his mouth, Yuan Po's heart suddenly burst into a bad hunch, Zhang opened his mouth, but speechless.

With his arrogance, he was incapable of doing it, and immediately hardened his heart.

"Huh! I don't believe that a poor boy can have a high-order phase stone technique!"

Thinking of this heavy, his eyes gathered again, and pride returned to his face.

And Feng Hao, just like last time, his palms beat randomly on a piece of wool, sometimes picking up, sometimes lowering it, and sometimes even tapping the wool lightly next to his ear, it seems to still hear the sound, that pretend Professional appearance makes people endless.

"It doesn't look like a phase stone!"

Everyone shook their heads lightly, no matter what his movements were, but his eyes were always clear and bottomless, which proved that he could not master the pupil technique at all.

As for the experience ... if the selection of wool is considered to be experience, all of them here become experts and masters.

A short while later, Feng Hao came back and 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 haven't taken advantage of you, you, I'll just a few. "

"Humph!"

Yuan quite hummed and ignored, but a pair of strange light was on his eyes.

"what?"

Just at a glance, he felt that Feng Hao's random selection seemed to have a few good ones, and his heart shook immediately.

"Does this guy really understand Aiishi?"

He glanced suspiciously at Feng Hao, but could not see any clues.

"This kid loses!"

"Although the condition is better than the last one, the difference from Yuan Shaoxuan's is too great!"

Several second-generation ancestors put away the strange light in their pupils, and they were very disdainful taunts.

Only this time, the skinny old man didn't say anything.

Master Xiangshi, although he said that he could detect one or two, but he could not see through it. Although judging by the color and the texture of the wool, Yuan Poxuan's chances of light were high, but it was not an absolute thing.

Now, looking at the faint smile on Feng Hao's face, somehow he had a creepy illusion.

"What a terrible person!"

He was almost certain that this young man named Fenhao could never be an ordinary person, because no ordinary person could treat himself such a master of phase stones with such a calm attitude.

"Whew ... I hope he's really relying on his luck."

He exhaled slightly, squinting slightly, waiting for the end.

"Rain, please!"

Feng Hao smiled slightly and arched his hand towards Yu Xiao.

"Haha! ... trivial!"

For Feng Hao's performance, Yu Xiao has always looked in his eyes. With his view of people, he really feels that this boy is playing these second-generation ancestors.

Suddenly, the smile on his face became even stronger. This boy was already like this. The family behind him was bound to be even more terrifying!

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