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"Three and a half million!"

The bidding voice was somewhat familiar to Zhang Taiping. He turned around and found that the bidder was actually Huang Shanren, who wanted to buy Wukong at the market a few days ago. This person was also a Lianjiazi, but he was killed on the street at that time.

Xing Rushui was humiliated.

Martial arts practitioners are born with strong senses. Sensing the gaze from behind, Huang Shanren turned around and saw Zhang Taiping. He knew that this was the man next to the woman that day, but he did not notice the existence of the dangerous woman, so he couldn't help but look at it with a sneer.

He glanced at Zhang Taiping, and the coldness in his eyes flashed across. He was obviously ready to inflict the insult he received that day on Zhang Taiping. Because in his opinion, Zhang Taiping was just a tall ordinary person.

Zhang Taiping squinted his eyes but showed no sign of it. He didn't take it seriously at all.

Yang Wanli also saw Huang Shanren's cold eyes, frowned slightly and asked, "Brother Zhang has some trouble with this person?"

Zhang Taiping smiled nonchalantly and said, "There are some minor contradictions."

Yang Wanli was a little worried at first, because the look in the man's eyes just now was obviously malicious, but then he smiled, feeling that his worries were unfounded. He had seen Zhang Taiping's hand stretched out before, as long as there were no modern weapons.

With guns and all, it would be difficult to escape from harming him.

Tian Feng's eyes couldn't help but flash as he listened to the conversation between the two. Only he knew what was going on in his heart.

Zhao Qingsi, who was lowering his head to drink tea, happened to see his expression, and a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth. After sipping the tea, he raised his head and his face returned to a calm expression. She was not worried about Zhang Taiping at all, because she understood Zhang Taiping's methods.

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"Three million and seven hundred thousand!"

"Three.8 million!"

...The heated bidding soared to six million before stopping.

Zhang Taiping made an observation and found that several of the bidders had physical features that were slightly different from ordinary people in subtle ways. They were obviously practitioners. There were also several collectors or researchers, including the professor from Northwest University.

It's one of them.

It suddenly became quiet at this moment, but the atmosphere in the venue was not calm. Not only did the few bidders see an undercurrent, but other viewers were also aroused, drinking tea and watching the competition.

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Seeing the temporary silence in the field, the woman in red cheongsam smiled sweetly, walked to the sword box and prepared to throw a stone into the calm lake to make it ripple.

She took the sword out of the sword case and slowly took off the scabbard. The reflection of the sword blade immediately formed a bright light on her face.

Zhang Qianlong, who had been saying little at the table, suddenly said: "A beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow..."

Suddenly everyone at the table turned to look at him, and even people at several nearby tables turned to look at him, making Zhang Qianlong feel slightly embarrassed.

But the fat man clapped his hands with his fists and praised: "Not bad! She is indeed as beautiful as a jade sword and a rainbow."

While several people were talking, the red cheongsam on the auction table made the next move. She placed the scabbard on the table, held the sword in her left hand, and reached behind her head with her right hand to pull out a hair.

"Isn't this woman trying to blow dry her hair?" Zhang Taiping asked in surprise.

There was no need for anyone at the table to answer this question. Dahong Qipao put a foot-long hair on the blade of the sword, then smiled at everyone and blew a breath.

"Wow!" There was an uproar in the audience, and the hair was broken into two pieces and fell down as she blew it up. The whole process was clearly visible on the big screen.

Suddenly, the whole hall was no longer as quiet as before. Many people thought that the magical tool for blowing and breaking hair only existed in novels. Unexpectedly, they actually saw it today. They all talked about their surprises with people nearby. Only a few people who had bid for it just now.

The person's face darkened. Someone would definitely join the competition, and the price would definitely increase. But this was the auction house's method, and he couldn't criticize anything. He could only think about the next way to deal with it.

"Damn it! Such a thing really exists, but I don't know if it can cut iron like clay." The fat man swallowed his saliva and said.

Yang Wanli also said: "It makes me want to buy it back."

Even Tian Feng and Zhao Qingsi tend to have bright eyes and take action. Only Zhang Taiping is immovable because he has a sword in his hand that can do the same, or even better.

"Six million and one million!"

Huang Shanren, who had already fallen silent, started bidding again, and looked a little excited.

The fat man asked: "Commander, does this guy have a conflict with you? What is his name?"

Zhang Taiping smiled and said: "Haha, you were still a family five hundred years ago."

"Is your surname also Huang?"

Zhang Taiping nodded: "My name is Huang Shanren."

"A kind person?" The fat man was stunned for a moment and then laughed. "This guy is so gloomy that he doesn't look like a kind person."

"Six and a half million!"

Someone was bidding again, but it was Zuo Shuai who was sitting with Liu Fan in the front row.

"Those two have taken action. They have been increasing prices fiercely. It's going to be exciting now." Yang Wanli said with a smile.

After Zuo Shuai reported such a price, the scene became quiet again, but Dahong Qipao knew that at this time, there was no need to pour oil on it anymore, the dry wood would burn hotly. Sure enough, after a short period of calm, the

Quotes started coming in again.

"Six million six hundred thousand!"

A man who looked ordinary but had very beautiful hands suddenly said.

Zhang Taiping also looked at his hands, and couldn't help but think that this was a man who cherished his hands very much, and judging from this situation, his hands must have good skills.

Zuo Shuai seemed to know this person and hesitated for a moment. While he was hesitating, another old man made a quotation.

"Seven million!"

This is an old man who looks about fifty years old, but he is very energetic, so his apparent age must not be his real age. Sitting there motionless, he has a mountain-like momentum.

Feeling the look in Zhang Taiping's eyes, he also turned his head. He was slightly stunned when he saw Zhang Taiping, but then nodded kindly. Zhang Taiping also nodded in response.

With the competition between these two people, Zuo Shuai hesitated for a while and stopped bidding, and withdrew from the competition. As for people like Huang Shanren, he kept silent. The 6.1 million just now seemed to be his limit.

The young man who was a man but had a pair of women's hands did not give up bidding and still shouted calmly: "Seven million and one hundred thousand."

There were only the two of them bidding at the scene. There was no intention to make any noise. Almost all the eyes of the audience were focused on the two of them, wanting to see what kind of fight between dragons and tigers was going on. The cheongsam woman on the stage was also enjoying herself.

Zaidi was drinking tea. The higher the bidding, the more revenue the auction house would earn. Naturally, she was happy to see this kind of scene, but it was a pity that there were only two people left.

However, what surprised everyone present was that the old man did not call out the price anymore and gave up bidding again. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't want to quarrel with a junior here or because he thought the sword was no longer worth raising the price.

The young man nodded slightly to the old man as a thank you, and then looked at the red cheongsam standing on the stage.

The cheongsam woman smiled, picked up the wooden hammer on the table, and asked, "Is anyone going to increase the price?"

There was silence below.

The cheongsam woman shouted this three times, but there was still no sound from below. After the gavel fell for the third time, she said: "Congratulations, sir, a sword matches a hero. This sword belongs to you."

The young man did not stand up. Instead, a person next to him stood up and went backstage to pay the bill and take out the sword box. At this time, the young man stood up and walked outside, followed by the person holding the sword box.

After the young people left the hall, voices began to be heard inside. Zhang Taiping couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he must be an extraordinary person if he can shock the whole audience without knowing it.

The fat man asked: "Do you know who this is?"

Yang Wanli and Zhang Qianlong both shook their heads, and Tian Feng, who had been sitting there like a sculpture, also shook his head and said he didn't know.

Zhao Qingsi said: "This person's name is Chen Xuansheng, his identity is somewhat colorful, and he is not someone to be trifled with."

After hearing this, several people stopped worrying about his identity and began to pay attention to the items that would appear next.

The prices of the things that appeared next were higher and higher. Zhang Taiping and the others just looked at each other without any intention of bidding. During this period, Tian Feng rarely spoke and just sat there quietly with him. Although he was a glamorous person, he still had no intention of bidding.

But it was easy for people to ignore him. Zhang Taiping couldn't help but give him a high look. Just watching Zhao Qingsi chatting and laughing with him showed his forbearance.

Near the end, the last auction item on the booklet finally appeared. Although everyone knew about the existence of this item in advance, it was still a bit noisy. Compared with those items that cost 10 to 20 million, it was amazing.

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This Tibetan Mastiff was not pulled up, but pushed up. It squatted in an iron cage made of thumb-thick steel bars, with an indifferent expression, as if it was indifferent to the fate it faced when it came down.

I don’t know if Dahong Qipao is just crazy or really not afraid. After walking around the iron cage, he started to introduce the origin of this Tibetan Mastiff.

"Maybe some people have recognized it. This is an Iron-backed Tibetan Mastiff, a purebred Iron-backed Tibetan Mastiff!" A slightly surprised voice came out from her end. Although she knew that this was just a deliberately artificial voice, there was no

People feel bored.

Then a series of Xuntong identification certificates and photos of the Tibetan Mastiff's daily life appeared on the big screen. There were photos of every stage from childhood to adulthood. People in the hall looked at the photos sliding across the big screen, as if

The growth process of this Tibetan Mastiff is normal.

In the photos, a simple old man appears frequently.

ps: Please give me flowers!