Chapter 211： He does not lack miracles

(} Text) Chapter 211 He does not lack miracles

miracle? There is no shortage of miracles in this world, and there are countless people who can create miracles. They exist in various fields and are constantly breaking through the original state and innovating constantly. Therefore, the world will progress.

In the Yuyue Casino, waves of booing noises came out, leaving the gamblers outside to question.

After learning that a second-generation ancestor knelt down and called his grandfather, they all laughed and even agreed to eat and drink afterwards.

Now, both outside and inside the gambling house are quiet.

In the hall, all eyes are locked on the ground, the last two pieces of wool, this is the moment to decide the victory, and it is the most critical.

"Ha ha!"

Feng Hao smiled slightly and looked a little weird.

The others were nervous, but his client was as relaxed as ever, and seemed extremely out of place.

Hearing his light laughter, Yuan Po's body shook unknowingly, and a horror came out from the depths of his eyes.

If you lose ...

Thinking of this, his body shook again.

The two second-generation ancestors behind him were also nervous and sweaty. They could not be wiped away. Both eyes were coated with strange light, and they glanced left and right, shaking their heads.

These two pieces of wool are, according to them, waste materials, which is equivalent to losing Yuan Po!

"Who is he?"

Luck is definitely not good for such a field. The old man with a thin face began to guess the identity of Feng Hao. The relaxed smile, which was particularly dazzling in his eyes, seemed to ridicule himself.

"Is he ... someone from the Shijia family of other dynasties?"

The challenge between different Aishiishi families is quite normal. After all, this kind of challenge can enhance each other's Aishiishi technology within a tense range.

The more you think about it, the more the skinny old man feels that this is possible, and his face turns blue.

I hit the iron block this time! This is unavoidable, but an ordinary challenge. The betting agreement is calculated by Wu Jing, but this time ...

"Reckless boy!"

He glanced fiercely at the second ancestor of his family, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

"Salsa! ..."

The two pieces of wool began to shrink slowly on Yu Xiao's palm, and the layers of mud fell like snowflakes, and a lot of piles had accumulated on the ground.

"Hmm! Hmm! ..."

Yuan Po could even hear his own heartbeat. Zhang Zhe couldn't keep his mouth closed, like an extreme lack of water, and his throat was moving up and down, soy-sized sweat dripping from his forehead slowly It slipped down, and the palms of both hands were tightly pulled into fists, and the palms were all sweaty.

"Salsa! ..."

All eyes were staring at the two pieces of wool without blinking, no sound came out.

"It's out!"

A second ancestor yelled in excitement, and everyone saw that a corner of Yuan Po's wool had been exposed.

"Haha! It's really out!"

"Yuan Shao won!"

The two ancestors yelled and jumped, showing ecstasy, apparently.

"Hey! ... haha! ..."

Yuan Po first laughed, and then became a hysterical laughter, "I won! Win!"

"call!..."

The skinny old man also exhaled slightly, looking at Feng Hao, his face also put on a sarcastic smile.

"Oh! ... you've all lost!"

"Is this really luck?"

"such a pity..."

The sighs that kept coming out from the crowd felt sorry for Feng Hao.

The representatives of those forces moved in their hearts.

They are almost sure that Feng Hao must be the master of the Ayase of the Ayase, but the Ayase of the Ayase he has is a little different.

Three out of seven pieces of wool were selected. Such a success rate is already very appalling. In other words, this boy named Hao Yan is an out-of-the-box master of black stone!

With such a young Aiishi master, the little Jiujiu in their hearts began to figure it out.

"Boy, don't hurry to kneel to Yuan Shao!"

"Come on, call Grandpa!"

The two ninth ancestors rushed over and pointed their fingers directly in front of Feng Hao. He leaned back slightly before avoiding.

"What? You're still hiding ?!"

The second-generation ancestor was immediately angry, and Wu Yuan rose up all over him, and he was about to start.

"Oh!"

There seemed to be a huge force pulling him, throwing him back directly, and falling on his feet.

"What are you anxious for?"

Yu Xiao's face was gloomy. "Did I announce the result? Or, don't you put me in your eyes at all?"

"Rain, he definitely doesn't mean that."

The skinny old man came out again, this time he had to come out, because the second ancestor was his own nephew.

"Old rain, you declare the results!"

Yuan Po's face flashed a stun, and he pumped, still politely.

Although he is arrogant and mentally disabled, he also knows that this old man can't mess with him.

"What is the result? Is this wool finished? Where did it go?"

Yu Xiao rolled her eyes and raised her palms. Feng Hao's last piece of wool was on his palms, and there were still two bowl mouths.

"Yeah! It's not finished yet!"

"Haha! ... there is still a chance!"

"Should it be another Jedi turn? Right? Luck! It's against the sky!"

Suddenly, the gamblers inside the hall became loud again, and the ones who stood outside were still anxious and worried.

"Ha ha!"

Feng Hao's face did not change at all, it seemed to be full of confidence. On the contrary, the playfulness hanging on the corner of his mouth was very obvious, and Yuan Po's heart fell.

On what grounds does he believe that this unfinished wool contains Wu Jing?

"quiet!"

After listening to these noises, Yu Xiao sang softly, and then the palms shook, and the piece of wool was peeling off again.

"Salsa! ..."

Going around in circles, in a blink of an eye, the wool was shrunk in half, the gamblers were all sweating in anxiety, even holding their breath.

"Salsa! ..."

Layers of dirt fall down ...

"It's out!"

With the exclamation of a sharp-eyed gambler nearby, everyone looked at him as he pointed.

I saw that a corner of wool that was only the size of a bowl sprung up.

"It's out!"

"It's really shining!"

"Oh my god, seven woollen pieces have even opened four Wujings!"

Suddenly exclaimed, the whole scene boiled directly.

Looking at the suspended piece of Wu Jing, Yuan Po trembled, and his bright eyes dimmed. He only felt that when he looked dark, he passed out.

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