"Even if I see the real thing, I can't get my hands on it, I can't be sure. ”

After a pause, Jin Feng said in a low voice: "Even if you get started, you still need to verify the copper alloy composition of the Jin people, and compare it with other bronze objects of the Qin Dynasty before you can draw a preliminary conclusion." ”

"It's going to take a long time to figure it out. ”

"Although the Qin state existed for a long time, the time to unify the six kingdoms was only a short fifteen years...... These twelve bronze men...... Unlike anything. ”

"It's been two thousand years, and it's hard to recognize it!"

Saying these words, Jin Feng's face showed a touch of pain, and there was a little helplessness.

Zeng Zimo's hand was placed in Jin Feng's hand, and he softly held Jin Feng's palm: "If Jin Ren is real, can the horn still be kept?"

"I'm afraid ......"

Jin Feng turned his head to look at Zeng Zimo and smiled, and said in a low voice: "I can keep it." ”

"I used to be afraid of them, but now, all seven inches of them are in my hands. ”

Zeng Zimo looked at Jin Feng quietly and held Jin Feng's hand tighter.

She deeply understands Jin Feng's current situation. Christie's took out the remains of the twelve golden men, the purpose of which was nothing more than to counter Jin Feng's selfie and self-selling doomsday horn.

If the remnants of the golden man were confirmed to be genuine, then the pressure on Jin Feng would be unprecedentedly huge.

Christie's will definitely lift the remnants of the golden man to an astronomical price like Jin Feng just now, and their purpose is very clear, they want to exchange the remnants of the golden man for Jin Feng's doomsday horn.

It's either a win-win situation or a lose-lose situation.

With Jin Feng's character, he will never choose a win-win situation.

Once Jin Feng refuses Christie's terms, Christie's will force Jin Feng to hand over the doomsday horn through pressure from the domestic top to exchange for Jin's broken body.

Christie's is not unmischievous. The conspiracy came up together, and Jin Feng's pressure was very huge.

As if to confirm Zeng Zimo's guess, Zhao Qingzhou took the initiative to walk up to Jin Feng at this time and talked to Jin Feng in a low voice.

Zhao Qingzhou's question was almost exactly the same as Zeng Zimo's, but Zhao Qingzhou's tone was unprecedentedly dignified.

The first priority was to identify the remains of the Twelve Golden Figures. Jin Feng is duty-bound for this important task. Although there were more than a dozen Shenzhou masters in the Seven Pavilions in the past, none of them could compare to Jin Feng, this is an undoubted fact.

"If the golden man's body is real, I hope you put the big picture first. ”

"We will compensate you. ”

This sentence clarified Zhao Qingzhou's attitude, and Jin Feng nodded calmly.

If the Twelve Golden People are real, then his significance is no less than that of Lianshan Yi. No matter who it is, they will not let the twelve golden people go to a foreign land.

Hearing Jin Feng's personal response, Zhao Qingzhou was inexplicably moved, and held Jin Feng's hand and shook it heavily for a long time.

It is said that the six relatives of the tattered Jin don't even buy it, but there is no ambiguity on the issue of right and wrong.

No wonder Xia Lao would value him so much and designate him to take over.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoxin walked over quickly and handed the tablet to Jin Feng. In the Sevenfold Pavilion, Bai Xingchen has already revealed the biggest mystery that all the Divine Bloodlines are concerned about.

The moment the huge safe with a length of two meters and a width of one meter and three meters was opened, the eyes of the Shenzhou bloodlines crowded in the Sevenfold Pavilion stared at the safe in unison, and even their breathing had stopped.

The four strong men of the Holy City Exorcist stepped forward together, lifted the contents of the safe, presented them on the display table, and slowly retreated.

An object that has never been seen before comes straight into everyone's eyes.

"Huh?"

"Phew!"

Everyone inside and outside the venue couldn't help frowning and falling into deep thought after seeing this object.

When the picture froze, Jin Feng took a screenshot to enlarge the object, and couldn't help shaking his hand.

It is a huge mottled old copper palm with a length of more than one and a half meters.

The copper palm is the right palm, between fifty and sixty wide, and the five fingers of the palm side by side can be clearly seen.

The copper palm snapped from the wrist, and the hole exposed the inside of the copper palm.

His interior is jet-black, and the red spots of green rust inherent in the bronze can be clearly seen.

The front of the copper palm is the back of the hand with extremely rough lines. The back of the hand is mottled with thousands of dots, and the various colors of red, black, green, and yellow converge, making this severed palm appear extremely old and full of vicissitudes.

The five fingers at the front end are slightly bent downward, and the smooth joint surface can be seen.

The nails of the severed palm had long since been worn out indecently, and it was almost impossible to distinguish his true face.

At the little finger of the severed palm, a foot-long amputated finger was missing out of thin air. It looks unusually dazzling, and it is thrilling to watch.

The exposed internal copper structure of the severed palm also shows the color of red spots and green rust.

The structure of the entire severed palm is very realistic, whether it is the line of the palm or the palm pattern on the back and the five incomplete fingers, it is shocking.

This quiet bungalow with a severed palm is on the display table, quietly showing the world the vicissitudes of thousands of years, and silently pouring out the disasters and traumas suffered by the world for thousands of years.

For a moment, there was silence in the Seven Pavilions.

One is time, everyone around the world who watched the live video broadcast closed their mouths and was deeply moved, and many compatriots shed hot tears at this moment.

It is hard to imagine that such a super huge bronze man could be made in Shenzhou two thousand years ago.

People can't help but make up for the magnificence and majesty of this bronze statue.

Outside the Afang Palace, which is a collection of all the magnificence of the world, twelve bronze statues of the Di people of different races are placed side by side, and every time people pass by them, the indescribable agitation hits the faces of future generations through two thousand years.

It's hard to describe the shock.

All of a sudden, all the people, including the Shenzhou bloodline, including the white skin, and other races, were deeply attracted by the severed palm of this god and Buddha who fell into the world.

Due to the incompleteness of historical sources and the differences in the standard of measurement units of each dynasty, the weight and height of the twelve gold figures have long been a mystery.

Historians of the past can only roughly deduce the height and weight of the twelve gold figures from the units of measurement at that time.

The heaviest is eighty tons, the lightest is thirty tons.

The highest is 13.7 meters and the lowest is 8.12 meters.

You know, this was 2,200 years ago. Twenty-two hundred years ago, how much financial, material and human resources would have to be spent to make such a huge gold figure.

It's tingling to think about.

"How's that? Really?"

"Is it true?"

Zhao Qingzhou grabbed Jin Feng's arm in a frenzy after being shocked, and asked in a low voice. There was a trilling and passionate voice between the words, shortness of breath, and red eyes.

Jin Feng did not immediately respond to Zhao Qingzhou's words, but kept taking screenshots and constantly enlarged the screenshots, observing this broken palm from various places and details.

Zeng Zimo and Wang Xiaoxin beside him held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Jin Feng's judgment.

The largest bronze vessel in the history of Shenzhou is the Houmu Wu Dafangding, weighing more than 800 kilograms. The tallest bronze is the Bronze Sacred Tree of Sanxingdui, an unknown civilization, which is more than three meters high.

More than 2,000 years ago, the scientific and technological means of the time were used to cast such a stunning bronze, and the methods adopted were all different.

But this severed palm was beyond everyone's expectations.

His casting methods and methods are by no means comparable to the stepmother Wu Dafang Ding and the Bronze Divine Tree.

You must know that 2,200 years ago, the method used to cast a bronze statue with a minimum of eight meters was definitely a historical precedent.

Even in today's modern and technologically advanced world, it can take months or even longer to pour such a bronze statue in one go.

And 2,200 years ago, our ancestors did it.

"I look like it's fake. Even if Qin Shi Huang was a traverser, it would be impossible for him to make such a big bronze figure at that time. ”

Wang Xiaoxin's judgment made Zeng Zimo nod lightly, and even Zhao Qingzhou next to him was a little shaken.

Under the conditions of the time, it was undoubtedly not a fantasy to come up with such a thing.

Jin Feng shook his head lightly and said something.

"The Twelve Golden Men used the method of digging pits and pouring. ”

"It's the same as the casting method of the fifty-ton bell king in Yongle in the Ming Dynasty of the Great Bell Temple in Tiandu City. Dig a big pit in the ground first, and then make a model according to the pit. I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~