Scramble to bid

Without hesitation, Li Honghai quickly handed the bracelet to Chu Linguang.

Originally, he bought this bracelet with the intention of giving it to Chu Linguang, but now the big guys seem to think that this is not a magic weapon, and he might have to look for other treasures.

After receiving the bracelet, Chu Linguang wiped it with his hand.

"There is no seal prohibition on it. Don't waste your efforts."

Master Xu thought that Chu Linguang would repeat the same tricks.

But Chu Linguang ignored it, and under the glaring observation, the bracelet was indeed sealed.

It's just this kind of seal, not an array restriction.

It's an organ mysterious lock.

Chu Linguang swiped hard, and then pressed a cut on the bracelet.

"Om!"

The mechanism above it broke open automatically.

The bracelet is like a dusted pearl, seeing the sky again.

A stream of Taoist energy radiated from it.

The pattern above, as if it had life, turned on automatically.

"this..."

The yellow-haired one-eyed old man opened his mouth wide.

Master Xu, Xu Rushuang, and even Li Zheng were stunned.

"I knew that Brother Chu couldn't make mistakes."

Li Honghai looked overjoyed.

"It's actually a Taoist organ magical device, this...it seems to be a mistake."

The yellow-haired one-eyed old man looked ashamed and felt ashamed.

Mr. Xu on the side is sitting on pins and needles.

After walking away twice in a row, he felt as if he had been slapped twice.

While Xu Rushuang on the side was shocked, she blushed for her grandfather.

"How much is it worth?"

Li Zheng took a deep breath and asked.

"Organizational instruments, and the aura fluctuates so obviously, it's my careless to say two hundred million less."

The yellow-haired one-eyed old man replied.

"There are a lot of babies behind, don't be careless."

Li Zheng also felt dull on his face and left quickly.

"Brother Chu, I think I gave you this bracelet."

Li Honghai looked excited, he was very excited to be able to take this opportunity to please his elder brother.

"good."

Chu Linguang is also not welcome. Maybe he doesn't need this kind of defensive weapon, but his sister or mom and dad need it very much.

Master Xu was full of envy and jealousy.

Two hundred million things, Li Honghai will give away as soon as he says.

Why on earth?

Is it possible that Chu Linguang could really see through the real and virtual artifacts at a glance.

If it was a coincidence before, then this time, Master Xu himself would not believe it.

"It's the highlight of tonight, the next picture to be shot, an extraordinary painting, a picture of a blue shirt with a sword!"

The auctioneer raised his voice, pulling everyone's thoughts back.

The picture of the blue shirt holding the sword was also slowly unfolded on the stage.

Everyone's eyes, all of a sudden, focused on the past.

"hiss!"

When the scroll was unfolded, the yellow-haired one-eyed old man in another box could not help but take a breath after seeing the content clearly.

As a martial artist, he clearly felt that a surging martial arts aura radiated from the blue shirt and sword drawing, as if this was not a painting, but a martial arts book.

Be fascinated instantly.

"what's wrong?"

Li Zheng could also perceive the unusual picture of the sword in the blue shirt, but the reaction of the one-eyed old man seemed to be beyond his expectation.

"The treasure map, the treasure map, must be photographed, must be photographed."

The one-eyed old man said excitedly.

"I may not believe that the creator of this painting is Chu Linguang, Ye Chen's former brother-in-law. There are no restrictions on the starting price and increase, and everyone is free to play."

The auctioneer glanced at the blue shirt and sword picture, he also instinctively realized that this painting was extraordinary, but when he thought that it was made by Chu Linguang, he couldn't help losing all his interest.

"What? Chu Linguang painted it?"

"Ye Chen's ex-brother-in-law, his paintings were actually auctioned here?"

"Isn't this a joke?"

...

There was a commotion in the crowd.

The creator of this painting was Chu Linguang, and many people laughed and scolded.

Master Xu, who was originally embarrassed, heard the comments from the crowd, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

To Chu Linguang: "I have to admit that your painting level is better than many experts. Unfortunately, because of Ye Chen's relationship, no matter how good your work is, others won't appreciate it.

Now only I can help you, you think about it. "

Master Xu is confident.

Then he stretched out a finger, raised the number plate, and shouted: "I'll pay a million!"

Master Xu believes that one million is already a sky-high price.

Not only did he give enough face to Chu Linguang, he also showed sincerity.

"Ten million!"

However, as soon as Mr. Xu's voice fell, someone scrambled. This person was not Li Honghai, but Li Zheng.

"Fifteen million!"

Suddenly another voice sounded, it turned out to be the idiot of the Hu family in the provincial capital.

"I'm paying 20 million, I'm embarrassed, Brother Hu!"

Real estate developer, Wang Yaorong said embarrassingly.

He brought Hu Daofa to the auction, but he did not expect to compete with Hu Daofa to grab a picture of a blue shirt and sword.

"thirty million!"

Li Honghai stood up.

"Forty million!"

Li Zheng raised his voice.

"you..."

Master Xu was dumbfounded again, looking at the people in the auction room, vying to increase the price one by one, and they were still those with a face and face, he couldn't help being completely confused.

"This is Chu Linguang's painting, are you as for?"

Someone yelled.

Chu Linguang raised his eyebrows.

Sweep down.

It was discovered that the person standing up and shouting was Chen Rong.

It seems that he can't accept his paintings and can make such a price.

"childish!"

The one-eyed old man replied.

"This painting is broad and profound. If I didn't expect it, Ye Chen must have done it. Otherwise, how could he have a martial arts aura."

Hu Daofa sighed.

"The painting of Ye Chen, God of War of the Southern Territory, even if it is a stroke, is worth eighteen million."

Wang Yaorong said.

"Maybe it is not necessarily what Chu Linguang painted, so let me give 50 million to me!"

An old man stood up and shouted, invisibly raising the price to 50 million.

"No, this painting was painted by Chu Linguang. I saw it with my own eyes."

Chen Rong shouted.

"80 million!"

Li Zheng ignored it and directly raised 30 million.

"One hundred million."

Hu Daofa clasped his fist in the direction where Li Zheng was, and said he was sorry.

"One hundred and ten million!"

Wang Yaorong's strength is far inferior to Li Zheng and Hu Daofa, but he also wants to fight to see if he can get it.

"Grandpa, they..."

Xu Rushuang was dumbfounded, and never expected that Li Zheng and others would think that the picture of the sword in the blue shirt was painted by Ye Chen.

Master Xu was speechless.

Whether it's because of Ye Chen or not.

At this moment, Chu Linguang's blue shirt and sword figure was about to be auctioned for sky-high prices.

He was beaten in the face again.

When I thought of the first price, I stretched out a finger and called out a scene of one million, Master Xu only felt short of breath, as if he was slapped and beaten back and forth by the people at the scene.

"I'm not interested in what Ye is not Ye Chen, this painting is really good, I am 150 million."

Li Honghai couldn't help it, he was the richest man in Zhangchuan City!

Besides, he really felt that this blue shirt and sword figure was shocking to the heavens and was extraordinary.