"Is this being deceived out of the psychological shadow?"

Ye Qingsoul smiled dumbly, spread his hands indifferently, and walked into the auction hall with Yang Beicheng.

This is a small private screening room, which should be used by Ji Changlin as a video room in his manor on weekdays.

It's just that it was temporarily converted into an auction venue, which is just right.

"Okay, now that Mr. Yang is back, then our auction will continue to start!"

As soon as he and Yang Beicheng sat down, they saw a middle-aged man with a goatee on the stage and immediately said.

Ye Qingsoul's gaze was attracted by the glass display case beside him.

Bright lighting casts a delicate filter over the contents of the display case, which is a quaint thread-bound book, the cover of which has been tattered but largely intact.

"It's that book, called "Crane and Snake Bado", it is said that it is the family heirloom of the goatee, but unfortunately in his generation, their family has fallen into the middle of the road, and his son owes gambling debts, so he has to take out the family heirloom martial arts to auction. Yang Beicheng immediately introduced.

Ye Qingsoul nodded, his eyes swept over the goatee, and he saw that he was calm, his eyes were bright, his movements were crisp and neat, and he didn't drag the mud and water at all, obviously he had some skills.

As for "Crane and Snake Eight Fights", he had never heard of this martial art, and even the old man had never taught him.

If it weren't for this goatee, maybe it was really an ancient martial art.

"Everyone, my family's "Crane and Snake Eight Fights", after practicing to the advanced realm, it is enough to open the stele and crack the stone. It was with this martial art that my ancestors killed more than 300 people on the battlefield with the strength of one person, and was finally named a general!"

The goatee said lightly with a bit of pride: "The price is five million, and the bosses are welcome to ask for the price." ”

Yang Beicheng was a little moved when he landed and wanted to raise his card.

Ye Qingsoul hurriedly grabbed him and said in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you have met a liar many times before? Why can't you help this guy just with a few empty words and white teeth? Do you believe his words?"

"I ...... I feel like it's real this time. ”

Yang Beicheng hesitated and said: "Master Ye, when you didn't come just now, this guy once showed us a hand, and with one claw, we could vaguely hear the sharp cry of the crane, and the mahogany long table that Ji Changlin placed there was grabbed by him with one claw. ”

He suddenly scratched his head, looked at Ye lightly with some embarrassment, and said, "Besides, Master Ye, isn't there still you...... If it's true or not, you, you can help me see it, can I still suffer?"

Ye Qingsoul glanced at him, and said angrily: "What about the mahogany long table, why didn't I see it?"

"It's right there! Ji Changlin just asked people to move down!"

Yang Beicheng hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed, only to see that there was a long mahogany table against the wall not far away, and in the center of the table was a big pit, forming a palm, and the edge was full of sharp sawdust.

Obviously, this trauma could not have been faked in advance, and such traces could only be scratched with hands on the spot.

"Martial arts practice to the depths, there is nothing strange about opening the stele and cracking the stone, as for the crane cry......"

Generally speaking, those who can do this step are at least the grandmasters who have practiced martial arts to an extremely high level.

Only they can exert the most subtle charm in a martial art.

Ye Qingsoul glanced at the goatee with a strange look in his eyes, and always felt that this guy didn't look like that kind of grandmaster-level master.

How could such a character be so downcast?

He held down Yang Beicheng and said lightly: "Don't be in a hurry to buy it first, let's see." ”

Hearing this, Yang Beicheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, I am afraid that Ye Qingsoul saw something wrong.

He forcibly pressed down on the expectation in his heart, and controlled his urge to raise his card.

At this time, Ye Qingsoul suddenly noticed that the goatee seemed to be looking at him secretly.

"Mr. Helan, you just said that your ancestor was once named a general by virtue of this martial art, dare to ask what is the name of your ancestor? As far as I know, there should not be many generals surnamed Helan in ancient China, especially a general like your ancestor who has hundreds of enemies, and it should be recorded in history. ”

Most of the people who were able to participate in this auction were famous businessmen and wealthy families in Jinling City, and basically all of them were people who looked like people, and soon someone asked questions about the goatee.

Mr. Helan glanced at the man and said slowly: "You may not know that our surname Helan is differentiated from the Xianbei people. My ancestor was a Xianbei general at that time, and everyone had never heard of it, so it was a matter of course. ”

"Xianbei people?"

Many people have complicated faces, so to speak, aren't the people who died at the hands of the ancestors of the Helan family all Chinese?

A question that was originally sharp enough was just lightly revealed.

Everyone was a little wavering for a while, not knowing whether to start.

The people who appeared here today were already full of interest in martial arts, but a secret book cost five million, and this price was not a small amount even for them.

After all, while no one is short of money, no one wants to be scammed.

Seeing that no one cared for a while, Goatee couldn't help but be a little anxious, especially in the direction of Yang Beicheng.

He vaguely remembered that just now, Yang Beicheng wanted to ask for the price several times, but since he made a phone call and brought in a young man from outside, it seemed that he had suddenly entered the sage mode, and he became pure and unwilling, and sat more steadily than anyone else.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the young man again, and for some reason, he always felt that the young man had a faint sense of crisis.

"Ahem, it seems that you don't believe what you say!"

The goatee coughed dryly, retracted his gaze, and said, "If it weren't for the middle of the family, I would never take out the martial arts cheats that have been inherited by the family for many years and put them up for auction." But since I have done this, I must not disgrace the prestige of my ancestors. Although my Helan family has declined, it is definitely not a liar!"

"Senior brother, bring something up!"

Below, a bald man answered, and then suddenly ran up carrying a huge wooden shelf.

The wooden frame resembles a floor-to-ceiling drying rack, but instead of clothes, bricks hang from it.

After these bricks were punched out, they hung on hangers, occasionally colliding, making bursts of muffled sounds, obviously all porcelain.

The bald man carried such a rack of bricks and ran to the goatee, his face did not change his color and he did not panting, and he seemed to be in excellent physical strength.

Everyone was staring closely at the stage, not knowing what this Helan master wanted to do next.