Although Xuanyuan Fengchen's face was light and clear, his eyes were full of arrogance. No, it was the arrogance that made people feel arrogant.

"Xuanyuan Fengchen, the sword-making master Xuanyuan Fengchen known as a generation of ghosts!"

"I have already guessed who else but Master Xuanyuan, who could have such a style."

"Nonsense, if it wasn't for the big wooden box behind him, you could guess it was him."

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The crowd in the audience talked about phenomen, and they said everything, but one thing was the same. They were so excited that they couldn't suppress themselves, and even tears.

Today's Xuanyuan Fengchen, although not as well-known as later generations, is still quite famous in An Yun country. The name of that generation of sword-casting ghosts was passed down from An Yun country.

As everyone watched with excitement, Xuanyuan Fengchen had already removed the large wooden box on his back and slowly placed it on the auction stage.

Immediately, there was another exclamation in the audience.

Only then did Mu Hanyan see clearly that this wooden box was actually made of fine gold wire and iron wood. Wire and iron wood is as strong as fine steel, and it is said that it can be used in ten thousand years, so it is extremely rare and more expensive than gold.

Mu Hanyan murmured secretly, not to mention, just to say that the value of the wooden box itself was by no means inferior to the magic weapon that ordinary people said.

When Xuanyuan Fengchen opened the wooden box gently, an uncontrollable exclamation came from all around.

Even Mu Hanyan couldn't help but sigh softly.

At the moment when the wooden box was opened, a piece of silver light shone in front of the eyes, reflecting within ten feet of the auction platform. At the same time, a sound of dragon chanting full of agility sounded in the hall.

A long sword with an ancient style and full of solemn meaning lay in a wooden box. The blade, the sword, and the hilt are all full of ancient meaning, and no flaws can be seen.

Coupled with the sound of dragon chanting unique to the sword and psychic, it is even more refreshing.

Mu Hanyan sighed secretly. First, Xuanyuan Fengchen itself was detached from the dust, coupled with a clambering arrogance, and then, it was gold wire and iron wood that is more expensive than gold, and finally, plus the various kinds of the long sword itself. It's extraordinary, and it's no wonder that even the royal families of various countries are deceived by him.

Had it not been for Mu Hanyan to know his details and witnessed his death in the joint killings of various royal families and aristocratic chambers of commerce, he would definitely have hidden it.

"This sword is named Chengjun, which was made by the old man sixty years ago. Unfortunately, he has not been able to find someone who is destined. The old man is over a hundred years old and his deadline is approaching. I don’t know if I can escape the dead tree in the spring. The Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce will auction it on its behalf, hoping to find a good owner for it, so as not to be covered in dust." Xuanyuan Fengchen gently stroked the sword, said with a vicissitudes of life.

Mu Hanyan really wished to yell at him. His **** is nearing his life. I remember that this old liar was still alive and well after a few years. If it weren't for the offending too many people and being killed by others, he would live for another 40 or 50 years. no problem.

Why didn't you find someone who was destined? If you didn't find you, look for it. Why did you come to the auction?

It's a pity that everyone in the hall believed in the old liar's words. It’s no wonder that the shadow of the famous tree of people, plus the old liar who came in, he was the first to make a splash, not to mention others, even the eyes of the small group of dandy around Mu Hanyan were full of fascination. .

"Master Xuanyuan, what is the starting bid price for this sword?" Xuanyuan Fengchen finished speaking. Before the car could speak, someone in the audience could not wait to say.

Although this sword was forged by Master Xuanyuan 60 years ago, the skill of sword-forging is definitely more inadequate than it is now, but with the name of his generation of sword-making ghosts, it will not be worse, even if it is bought back as a family heirloom. It's also good.

"I have already said that when I came to the Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce this time, I just didn't want to have a lot of hard work on my own. What I saw was a fate. That way, the starting price of one hundred thousand is good, and you can increase the price as you like." Xuanyuan Fengchen muttered for a moment and said.

Pretend, old liar, you continue to pretend to me! Mu Hanyan almost rushed up to stab the old liar to death. It depends on fate, and see why you don’t send it directly. You must know that the lower the starting price, the more intense the bidding, and the higher the final transaction price.

"One million." Mu Hanyan didn't want the old liar to bear it, and immediately made a price.

"Master Mu, this sword has not yet been identified. If something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with me and the Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce." Ji Gaoxian said displeasedly.

Seeing Mu Hanyan and Mo Yanhong tit-for-tat before, he also noticed a little bit tricky, but he was still very uncomfortable. In other words, he is also a valuable appraiser hired by the Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce. Mu Hanyan makes direct bids every time before he opens his mouth. It is obvious that he looks down on his appraisal skills, and it is obviously to save his face. This makes him very unhappy— -It's all about smashing my sign once, it's actually endless.

Mu Hanyan threw a blank eye to him, waiting for you to appraise it, it would be strange if you didn't get scammed.

Hearing that Mu Hanyan spoke again, everyone else hesitated. Mu Hanyan's large pile of banknotes was still dangling in front of them just now. Because the Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce has just opened its capital semicolon, many people don't know the details, so they didn't put it in their eyes. They just came to see the excitement. Who would carry a lot of silver tickets like Mu Prodigal.

The only money burning bag, I bought the piece of azure sand just now, I really can't get much silver.

Watching Mu Hanyan used a mere one million to buy the sword cast by Xuanyuan Fengchen, they were unwilling to do so, but they snatched it and finally returned without success. On the contrary, they offended Mu Dawan. It's not necessary.

This was the first day I returned to Beijing, I smashed Master Ji’s sign and beat the cousin of the Zong family. The next day I slapped the grandson of the three elders, a super dude who has nothing to do with a slap. If there is no need, who wants to offend him what.

"One million for the first time, one million for the second time, one million..." Seeing the big boss speak, the car is too lazy to think about it, and I just want to hit the hammer directly.

Next to him, Xuanyuan Fengchen still looked calm and calm, but Gu Jing didn't waver, but his eyes showed a hint of disappointment. Originally, I was pointing to a big fishing, but I didn't expect this to be the result.

But Mu Hanyan breathed a long sigh of relief. She could see that most of the people who came today watched the excitement. They didn't take the little-known Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce very seriously, so they didn't bring much silver, otherwise she It's really not easy to deal with.

"Two million." Just when Mu Hanyan was secretly relieved, Mo Yanhong's voice sounded again.

Mu Hanyan turned his head and saw Mo Yanhong's provocative look.

Mu Hanyan was startled slightly and almost laughed out loud.

Although she had already made up her mind to give up money and avoid disasters, Miss Mu must still be unwilling to spend so much wronged money for no reason. Unexpectedly, Mo Yanhong jumped out at this time.