Sword King Reborn

Thirty million gold coins to buy a sword, whether it is in Duolong County or the imperial capital, the largest city in the mainland, is a very sensational news. There is an endless stream of people rushing to watch the excitement and make friends. If it weren't for Situ Qing

Yang had already made arrangements, but Ling Feng's private room was already packed with people at this time.

After the Sword of Wind auction, there was no auction of the Goddess of Light set, but some other items. Many of these items were holy weapons, which suddenly set off a new trend. In the private room, Ling Feng was talking to Situ Qingyang.

While chatting, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Hu Xiao stood up and opened the door. It was the waiter from Jinding who came. He carefully said that he was here to look for Situ Qingyang.

"Who is so arrogant?" Situ Qingyang asked with an unkind expression as he walked towards the last private room on the third floor. The waiter followed him obediently and returned cautiously: "He said he is the prime minister's son, and belongs to his family.

I don’t recognize him.” Situ Qingyang’s expression changed slightly. Although there were three Prime Ministers in the imperial capital, the only one who could claim to be the Prime Minister’s son was Mu Zihao. When he thought of this person, Situ Qingyang’s expression changed.

It was very ugly. He pushed open the door of the private room with a cold face, and as soon as he entered, there was a burst of disgusting laughter.

"Hey, don't move, let the young master touch it." Mu Zihao sat on the soft couch, his chubby hands caressing the maid next to him. She was a pretty girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. She was so touched.

With nowhere to hide, he kept turning his head, "Who are you? You came in without knocking~!" Sitting on the other side was a young man in his early twenties, with a shaved scalp and a pair of slender hawks.

With eyes full of anger, when he saw Situ Qingyang walking straight in, he immediately shouted and asked rudely.

"My name is Situ Qingyang, but you are looking for me?" Situ Qingyang ignored him, but looked at Mu Zihao. Mu Zihao raised his head with a smile, looked at Situ Qingyang, and said seriously: "So it turns out

You are Miss Situ, how are you?" Situ Qingyang immediately became angry with the words "well, how are you?" However, Situ Qingyang was a well-educated person and did not get angry on the spot. Instead, he endured it and said: "Excuse me, sir.

yes?"

"It's just Mu Zihao." Mu Zihao's eyes wandered around Situ Qingyang's chest with a smile. It was obvious what the wretched eyes meant. Situ Qingyang felt angry and didn't want to see him for a quarter of an hour.

He turned around and left, "Hey, Miss Situ, don't leave in a hurry. I have something to ask for your help." Mu Zihao hurriedly stopped Situ Qingyang.

"What's the matter?" Situ Qingyang turned around and asked with a cold face. Mu Zihao rubbed his hands, then tapped the table lightly and said: "I heard that you just took out the Sword of Wind.

, I like this sword very much, and I hope you can help me find a way to buy it back." "The auction house has the rules of the auction house. Once it is sold, it belongs to others. I don't think I can help you." Situ Qingyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

, refused unceremoniously, "It doesn't matter if Miss Situ doesn't help. I want to know who bought it. This can be done?" Mu Zihao continued to ask.

"Guests' information is confidential. If you want to know, you won't know it unless they agree." Situ Qingyang replied softly, turned around and walked out, winking slightly, and saw the young man sitting next to Mu Zihao.

He stood up immediately and stood in front of the door in a flash. His slender eagle eyes were full of coldness, "Mr. Mu, have you forgotten where this place is?" Situ Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, without any trace of emotion.

Out of fear, he just took out a bell from his arms.

Although the bell is small, it has a lot of background. As long as Situ Qingyang shakes the bell, experts from Jinding Auction House will break in. Mu Zihao smiled and said: "Miss Situ, we are old acquaintances. Business cannot be done without righteousness. Sit down."

Why don't we chat and have a drink?" "I'm very busy." Situ Qingyang pretended to ring the bell. The young man blocking the door saw Mu Zihao's eyes and quickly stepped away. Situ Qingyang strode his big steps.

He walked out and snorted coldly before going out.

"Master, this bitch doesn't know how to show appreciation." Returning to the soft couch, the young man said with an unhappy face. Mu Zihao sneered and made no comment, but the young man continued: "Master, do you want me to teach her a lesson?

, or tied up to make the young master angry?" Mu Zihao grinned when he heard this, his chubby face trembled, and drank a glass of wine in a big gulp, but Mu Zihao patted the young man on the shoulder and said: "Yingming, this

Girls are not ordinary girls. It’s okay to make fun of them, but not serious.”

"That's what the young master said." Zhao Yingming nodded. In fact, he was just saying it. How could someone like him touch the eldest lady of Jinding Auction House? Even if Mu Zihao ordered it, he would have to carefully consider it.

Fortunately, although Mu Zihao was arrogant, he was not that stupid. Last time he took off her clothes at the Imperial College, he was almost beaten to death by his own father. Even if he wanted to have fun, he could not leave any clues.

"Go and ask me who took the photo of Sword of the Wind." Mu Zihao swatted another man away, "Master, what did we come here to buy?" Zhao Yingming asked, Mu Zihao asked.

He touched his chin and said: "Buy the Goddess of Light suit." Zhao Yingming was obviously stunned and said strangely: "Master, although this goddess suit is an artifact, it is indeed women's style. You can't show off your masculinity by wearing it."

Of course I'm not wearing it. It's Her Royal Highness's birthday next month and I want to buy it for her." Mu Zihao pursed his lips and smiled, with a look of yearning on his face.

"If the young master gives this thing to Her Royal Highness the Princess, Your Highness will definitely smile. How can we say that she and the young master will have a better relationship by then?" Zhao Yingming was very flattering and said all the things Mu Zihao wanted to hear. When he thought of Her Royal Highness the Princess,

After throwing himself into his arms, Muzi Haole's eyes were glued together and he smiled as much as he wanted.

While the two were chatting and laughing, the subordinate who had been sent out before came back and sat down on the tatami to talk seriously. Mu Zihao's face became tangled, and Zhao Yingming said in surprise: "You said you paid 30 million gold coins?

"The subordinate nodded. Mu Zihao frowned and looked unhappy. The Sword of Wind paid for 30 million. There are three pieces of the goddess suit. Doesn't it cost 90 million? Let alone 90 million.

, he only had 10 million in hand, and most of the 10 million he had stolen from his family.

"Master, what should we do?" The subordinate knew what his young master was here for. As a personal guard who had been with him for more than ten years, he could see Mu Zihao's embarrassment at a glance, "What should we do? Our young master

When have you ever given cash to buy something? Which one was not sent by them?" Zhao Yingming's eyes widened and he said very arrogantly. Mu Zihao remained calm and asked in a deep voice: "Who bought the Sword of Wind?

, have you inquired?" The subordinate shook his head, but replied: "I haven't inquired, but they haven't left yet, and they are in private room No. 3."

"Let's go and see this friend." Mu Zihao stood up immediately. The maid who was squeezed by him on the top corner of the soft couch finally breathed a sigh of relief. The three of them walked out of the private room in a hurry, looking for the door number and finding private room No. 3.

, didn’t even knock on the door, just pushed it open and walked in.

Zhao Yingming took the lead and rushed in with a fierce look on his face. When he looked with his slender eyes, he saw Situ Qingyang. When he looked again, he saw a handsome young man sitting next to Situ Qingyang, with delicate features and extraordinary bearing.

A halo of light could be seen on that angular side face under the light in the room. Zhao Yingming couldn't help but feel ashamed, but then he was shocked by an unparalleled murderous aura. Sha Tailang's eyes were full of

It was an icy chill, staring at the man who rushed into the house.

Zhao Yingming's face suddenly changed, and he looked at the intact Sha Tailang with disbelief. He had assassinated one of his arms that day. Why is he sitting here like nothing happened now? Since Sha Tailang is here, then

It was self-evident who that young man was. Zhao Yingming took a step back and said toward the door: "Master, it's that boy Ling Feng."

"Who do I think he is? He turns out to be a country bumpkin." Mu Zihao laughed and walked in. At a glance, he saw Situ Qingyang sitting closely with Ling Feng, and he suddenly felt confused.

Unknown karmic fire rushed into his heart, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Mu? Your hands have grown?" Ling Feng was unwilling to open or lift any pot. Since Mu Zihao took the initiative to barge in, Ling Feng didn't care at all.

Give him face and reveal his embarrassing story directly.

Mu Zihao's fingers trembled. The revenge of his broken hand was a thorn in his throat. If his father hadn't locked him up at home, he would have taken revenge. Now that he saw that the one who bought the Sword of Wind was actually Ling Feng, Mu Zihao

Hao was even more annoyed. His prime minister couldn't even afford 30 million, so why should he?

"It's not bad to worry about it." Mu Zihao sat down with a cold face. Situ Qingyang was telling Lingfeng about meeting him. Unexpectedly, he came over and snorted coldly. Miss Situ stood up and sat down.

On the other side of Ling Feng, he turned his head but didn't want to look at him. Although this action was a bit childish, it really stimulated Mu Zihao. Mu Zihao's face turned red and he was so angry that he wanted to explode on the spot.

Zhao Yingming snorted coldly, but stopped looking at Sha Tailang. He stepped back and stood behind Mu Zihao, "I heard that you bought the Sword of Wind?" Mu Zihao asked coldly, and Ling Feng patted him.

He patted the sword box aside and said with a smile: "Yes, if you want to take a look, I don't mind."

Mu Zihao suppressed the fire in his heart, but said slowly: "How about giving it to me?" "Leaving it to you?" Ling Feng raised his eyebrows with a funny look on his face, "Okay." Just when everyone thought Ling Feng was going to do it.

When he was ridiculing Mu Zihao, Ling Feng suddenly changed his expression and nodded.

"However, I'm offering a price of 100 million for a golden ticket that can be used nationwide. If you can afford it, I'll give it to you~" Ling Feng's next words almost choked Mu Zihao to death. He came here to beat the autumn wind, but he didn't expect it.

Ling Feng was even more ruthless, sitting on the ground and raising his price.

"One hundred million, no problem, come and get it from the prime minister's office." Mu Zihao gritted his teeth and motioned for Zhao Yingming to bring the sword box over. Lingfeng remained calm, but glanced at Sha Tailang, who had already been there.

When Ling Feng gave the order and saw the look in his eyes, he immediately jumped out like a tiger. Neither Mu Zihao nor Zhao Yingming expected that the people next to Ling Feng would take action as soon as they were told. Zhao Yingming staggered back and half

Three deep blood marks appeared on his arm. The blood kept dripping on the ground. Situ Qingyang's expression changed, and his face was filled with shock. Was there a fight now?