Chapter 217: What the Hell Is This?

"Do you want to see it?"

"Oh, do you think this halberd is really a fake? Otherwise, how can you say that I will run away with it? You know, the weapon used by King Xia Qi must be a heavy thing, how can my small body be able to drag it away!"

Zhang Wuwu said to the point, but when he saw the host, he was speechless, his face was slightly red, and he also realized the inappropriateness in his words.

But he soon sorted out his thoughts.

"It's a tough mouth, but it's normal for this halberd to be much lighter after thousands of years of decay and corrosion!"

Although hundreds of people in the audience were in a trance by the host and the audience before, they also felt quite reasonable in their hearts after Zhang Wuwu's remarks at this time.

"Then let him take a look! If he can't see the clues, wouldn't it be better publicity for your Seagod Pavilion!"

Someone spoke up to support Zhang Wuwu, after all, they didn't know anything like this cultural relic, and Zhang Wuwu could dispel their doubts by looking at it.

"yes, let him see!"

"This young man shouldn't have seen so much, if even he can see the problem, then you Seagod Pavilion really treat us as fools!"

People kept coming out to support Zhang Wuwu, and the host's face was extremely ugly, and the eyes that looked at Zhang Wuwu were still full of viciousness.

"Everyone, be quiet!" the host suppressed his voice.

"It's not that I don't let this gentleman see it, but this damages the reputation of my Poseidon Pavilion, everyone should know that my Poseidon Pavilion has a good reputation, and I will never take some defective products and fakes to make up the number!"

"And today's performance of this gentleman has seriously damaged the reputation of my Poseidon Pavilion, if it spreads, I am afraid that in the entire Chinese businessmen, everyone will think that my Poseidon Pavilion is fake and shoddy, and how will my Poseidon Pavilion be based on the Chinese businessmen in the future?"

The host's voice is very powerful, the reputation of the Poseidon Pavilion is one by one, and the reputation of the Poseidon Pavilion is actually in the final analysis, he just doesn't want Zhang Wuwu to touch the long halberd.

"You're not right to think so, right?" Zhang Wuwu smiled at the host.

"Shouldn't you think that if I was wrong today, I just put an advertisement for the Poseidon Pavilion? I am not afraid of doubtful voices, I am not afraid of anyone's difficulties, and real gold is not afraid of fire to refine! Then I will make a lot of money!"

Zhang Wuwu seemed to have to make a big deal of it, and after listening to the conversation between the two, the people in the audience felt that they had been deceived, otherwise, why did the side of the Poseidon Pavilion delay in checking the authenticity?

The voices of doubt began to breed, and it was noisy, and everyone felt that they were being played by the Poseidon Pavilion as a fool.

In the back hall, the four great emperors and mausoleum masters all frowned.

"Lao Hai, aren't they outside in the White Horse Temple, how did they make such a big move?"

When Lao Hai heard this, he didn't answer, turned around and walked towards the auction hall, but at this time, the three masters of the White Horse Temple appeared in front of him very abruptly.

They didn't go out either, because once they went out, I was afraid that everyone present would think that the Poseidon Pavilion store was a big bully, although they didn't care much about this, because they were not from Poseidon Pavilion at all.

But once the Tang Dynasty is investigated, they will not have any good fruits to eat.

Zhang Wuwu did not show up any of the cultivators of the White Horse Temple and the Emperor's Tomb, and he was a little disappointed, it was a good show, but without their appearance, he always felt that something was missing.

The host blushed and had a thick neck, but he didn't dare to say it.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, he didn't know how today's matter should end, if what he did was known by the people of the Tang Dynasty, he would think about it with his toes, and he would know what his result would be.

Thousands of shouldn't, never should, he felt that this was an opportunity to make money, and the ghost was confused.

"Don't you just want to see it up close?"

The host's calm voice, which had been suppressed for a long time, drowned out the noise of the hundreds of people present.

Looking at Zhang Wuwu, he felt a little weak in his heart for no reason, but he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, this halberd, let's call it a halberd.

This halberd was only a modern item after many years of careful study, and he didn't think that a stinky boy like Zhang Wuwu would be able to find the problem.

Looking at Zhang Wuwu, the host forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"I promise you! You can check it, but if you can't find out the Tao, I'm going to make you kneel here in public and apologize to my Poseidon Pavilion!

When Zhang Wuwu heard this, he lowered his head and smiled, did not answer, but explained his choice with actions.

propped up the clothes on his chest, straightened his clothes, and strode directly to the hosting stage.

The hand is slightly sinking, but at best it is only twenty or thirty pounds, if it is said that he is the weapon of King Xia Qi in ancient times, Zhang Wuwu must be the first to disbelieve it.

Such a long halberd is only twenty or thirty pounds, and when he says it, he doesn't laugh at other people's big teeth.

However, Zhang Wuwu knew that this alone could not explain anything at all.

The soul of Chaos, like a gossamer, shuttles around the halberd, he wants to find a bright evidence, otherwise, how can he prove that this is not the weapon of King Xia Qi, but the fire stick of the Republic of China?

The host saw that Zhang Wuwu had no results for a long time, and his expression couldn't help but relax a little.

"I said earlier, it's impossible for my Poseidon Pavilion to do something that is fake and true!" At this time, he was still pretending that he was a person from Poseidon Pavilion, trying to deceive him.

"What's the hurry!"

Zhang Wuwu chuckled, and then raised the halberd with one hand, holding one end in his hand, and the other end slanted in the direction of the venue.

"So light?"

Someone saw what Zhang Wuwu wanted to tell them, because if he was just an ordinary person, if this halberd was really the blade of King Xia Qi, then it would never be held by Zhang Wuwu like this.

"This brother is really as wise as a torch!" Zhang Wuwu gave a thumbs up to the man.

"Don't clean up the useless ones, but tell me, which dynasty this halberd belongs to?" the host glared at Zhang Wuwu.

Zhang Wuwu just smiled, and with the steep force in his hand, the halberd couldn't help but tremble.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

On top of it, all the iron filings that had been sealed for many years were shaken off.

"What are you doing?" the host was anxious, how could this ancient cultural relic be used by him in such a big move.

Zhang Wuwu shook again by himself, and when the yellow and red color on the surface faded, the halberd finally revealed its true face.

At the handle, there is indeed an auspicious pattern of dragons and phoenixes, but at the other end, it is not a halberd blade, but a black thing.

What is it? Why is it so dark?