The rest of the people didn't care so much when they saw this. I don't care about any rules. Attack Jin Feng in a group.

The director of the Treasure Hall walked out and shouted vigorously: "Jade cabbage!"

Jin Feng snorted lightly: "Bomb!"

"Cixi accompanies Dongzhu to bury it!"

glanced at this person coldly, and said mercilessly in his mouth: "Idiot! The Shen family's Dadongzhu was won by me." Don't you know?"

The man immediately clutched his chest and squatted down.

Another old man couldn't wait to walk up, and his eyes lit up: "Wu Zetian's physiognomy restoration map." We're already halfway through it. ”

"Fried!"

"What? How can this be fried?"

"I have Wu Zetian to pray for Jin Jian! I know her birthday, and your appearance is used for chicken steaks. ”

"Get out!"

Another old man was defeated with a white face, and another old man couldn't wait to stand up and shouted triumphantly: "Longshan culture, black pottery goblet." ”

"Fried!"

"Huh?"

"You can blow this too?"

"Yes!"

"Red Hill Culture. White Jade Jade Beast!"

"King Bomb!"

The old man froze and turned into an ice sculpture on the spot.

"Daming! Bao Tiancheng. Eagle rhino horn Yingzhou picture cup!"

"Fried!"

"Daming! Bao Tiancheng. Antique bronze rhino horn cup!"

When the man heard this, he immediately stopped.

"It's all Bao Tiancheng. Why can you blow it up?"

"It's not fried. It's the king!"

Saying that, Jin Feng took out the rhino horn cup from his bag and put it on the table: "Look for yourself." ”

Everyone looked at it in unison, and instantly shut up and was dumbfounded.

"Da Ming. Jade God. Lu Zigang. Yin line seal book white hosta!"

"Fried!"

"Lu Zigang. Eighteen dragon cards!

"King Bomb!"

"Get out!"

He ripped off the Zigang card he had won from Xin Jinghuan and put it on the table.

"Cixi's ivory bed. ”

"Fried!"

"Yongzheng ivory mat!"

"Get out!"

"Wait. Isn't the Yongzheng ivory mat in the Forbidden City? “

"I picked up a leak of 300 yuan in Mount Emei. ”

"Ahh

"I have a duanshi cloud dragon for a long time!"

"King Bomb!"

"I have a bag to save an inkstone!"

"What?"

"Isn't that already missing?"

"It's in the treasure of Asadlan. ”

"Get out!"

"I have the complete works of Fan Wenzhenggong in the Song version. ”

"King Bomb!"

"I have the complete works of the Song version of Hanshu. Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Yuanzhang personally annotated!"

"I have a Xuande hand cup"

"King Bomb!"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see it?"

"Get out!"

"I have a gilt table clock of Qianlong!"

"King Bomb!"

"I've got a bunch of them in the warehouse. Shi Dakai took it from the treasure. ”

"Ahh

"I have"

"King Bomb!"

"I have"

"Get out!"

"King Bomb!"

"King Bomb!"

"King Fried !!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Roll Roll"

The scene was filled with the sound of wind and thunder rolling between the king bombs, and the fifty people in the Baodao branch were all blown up by the king. A series of rolling words cost more than half of everyone's lives.

Every time Jin Feng recited an object, it made them vomit a liter of blood!

Every time the name of a treasure is pronounced, their energy is drained.

More than 20 rare and rare treasures hit everyone's head like Thor's hammer one after another, and the people of the treasure island were completely smashed into meat pies.

Chen Liang looked at Jin Feng blankly, the loose muscles on his face couldn't help writhing, the corners of his mouth trembled non-stop, and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

However, this is not the most devastating.

Jin Feng casually pointed to the Wang fried objects on the table: "These are all leaked from Baodao Province." It cost only one of Goering's matching guns. Bao Tiancheng's rhino horn cup didn't cost anything. ”

In an instant, everyone cried!

All of them shed tears of heartache.

The people at the scene were killed by Jin Feng and lost their armor and collapsed, they were weak and numb and unstable on their feet, and many old goods had already collapsed on the ground and couldn't stop stuffing medicine into their mouths.

In the eyes of these people, Jin Feng is like a demon king of the mixed world who stands up to the sky, holding Li Yuanba's drum urn and golden hammer in his hand, the eyes as big as truck tires are blazing hellfire, and the big mouth like an excavator makes a hideous laugh, which makes everyone hug together tightly and tremble like a group of weak chickens.

Most of the little lives are gone.

Everyone was desperate.

How can this bastard blow up so much!

It's been blown up for more than 20 years!

Even the Longshan culture black pottery goblet dares to blow up. Fuck the old chicken cutlets, they're all blown up.

It was also at this time that Lixia, who had always regarded Jin Feng as an idol myth, finally raised her hand.

It is a matter of the battle between life and death of the branch of the General Hospital, even if Jin Feng is his idol again, at this moment, the beauty of Lixia can't help but stand up bravely and swear to defend the reputation of Baodao Gubo.

This battle!

Can't afford to lose!

Can't lose either!

Lixia bit her red pink lips in a restrained manner, mustered up the greatest courage, and whispered: "I have a suspected record of the oracle bones of the Xiong tribe!"

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads mechanically to stare at Lixia, and a glimmer of dawn surged in their hearts.

The hideous, demonic Jin Feng was silent all of a sudden.

Seeing this scene, Chen Liang, who had been pressed by Jin Feng's Ling Tianwei and was about to be crushed into a duck, trembled suddenly, and his eyes emitted a light of anticipation.

Wang Zhisong was stunned and hesitated and asked, "We still have this, why don't I know?"

"Ahh You just found out?!"

"Great!"

"Great! You're our savior!"

"You're really our savior!"

A group of people clenched their fists in excitement and shouted, and they all gave Lixia a thumbs up.

This time we're saved. There is salvation

The old guy Chen Liang, who was paralyzed into a mess of mud, revealed the happiness of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and was overjoyed. slapped himself the thigh. Turning his head and shouting at Jin Feng, "Jin Xiaohei!"

"How do you think you can win this?"

Jin Feng applied as much as ever, and his black face was as calm as a deep sea of stars.

Raising his eyes lightly, his eyes focused on the beautiful woman Lixia.

Lixia bit her red lip and didn't dare to look at Jin Feng, but in the next second, she looked up at Jin Feng's resolute and tired face, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry for me."

"Fried!"

A ruthless and ruthless explosion shot out from Jin Feng's mouth.

Instantly, everyone's smiles froze.

"Ahh

"You're going to blow this too?!"

Lixia almost couldn't believe her ears, and looked at Jin Feng stupidly, her jade face full of horror and horror.

"Yes!"

"King Bomb!"

A king explosion instantly blew Lixia's heart into powder, and she couldn't help but take two steps back and cover her mouth.

Jin Feng took out his mobile phone and clicked on the picture, and said in a deep voice: "I have the oracle bone that directly proves the Xiong tribe!"

"For the first time so far, the name of Shaodian has been found on an oracle bone!"

"Mythology, proof is historical fact!"

Rumble!

This sentence is tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky, and the ground is trembling!

A bunch of people are all crazy! all of them are breaking down.

Jin Feng slowly stood up, and a thousand cliffs rose from the ground with a roar, covering the entire night sky of Beishi.

Jin Feng took a step forward and gave the phone to Lixia. Walked over to the restoration table.

Picking up the heavy agate red pigment of the brush, he raised his arm and wrote three large characters of the Tianhe bone body on the high imitation of the Jinsu Mountain Tibetan scripture paper.

"One Branch!"

He threw the brush to the ground and said indifferently, "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." I will check back again. ”

"Work overtime and hang up!"

"You said it yourself. ”

After saying this, Jin Feng raised his hand and took the mobile phone from Lixia's hand without squinting and went straight out, disappearing into the rainy night. Only fifty masters of the First Branch of the Treasure Island were left to sit on the ground, unable to raise even a trace of courage to resist.

The autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn is cool, and it is hard to be bitter!

A group of people were completely desperate to the extreme.

I don't know how much time has passed, the old curator Chen Liang, who has been buried in the loess to his nose, picked up the scarlet gold sustain mountain scripture paper with both hands, and walked out of the door mechanically.

"Old Curator!"

"Old Curator"

Many people wept out in grief and misery, and tears rained down.

Chen Liang suddenly turned around and roared angrily: "Cry your mother." Lao Tzu is not dead yet!"