In the face of many criticisms, Wang Ke remained immovable, his indifferent expression seemed to be like a sculpture, and there was no trace of deep emotion on his angular and axe-like face.

It's like the people around him, and the object of discussion is not him.

He was calm, but Xu Jingkai couldn't hold his breath, especially after being praised by his father Xu Shichang in public, he looked at Wang Ke with great power, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed and shouted: "The surname Wang, this time see how you fight back, I really don't believe it, you can also choose two magic weapons later, Ha Lu Ha...... The items that the judges haven't assessed yet, I have carefully identified them, there is no magic weapon at all, you want to win me? Make your spring and autumn dreams! ”

"The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, the result has not finally come out, and it is too early to say anything. Now you can continue to be arrogant, so that you won't be able to laugh and be aggrieved. Wang Ke said nonchalantly, not even glancing at Xu Jingkai.

"Hubris, I'll see how crazy you can get!" Xu Jingkai sneered.

Bai Ruochen, who was more than ten meters away from Wang Ke, flashed with light in his eyes, no one knew what he was saying, at this moment, what a huge storm he had set off in his heart, and even he himself had an unbelievable mentality, if he didn't have to preside, I am afraid that at this time he would have pulled Wang Ke and shouted the word "worship".

For almost every twenty items sent over this time, he knew very well that from the name of the item he chose on the piece of paper that Wang Ke handed him, he had become the first person to know the results of the Dao.

In the past, he only knew that Wang Ke was lucky and extremely talented, and if he worked hard to learn the knowledge of antiques and magic weapons in the future, he would have great achievements, and it would be a potential stock for him to supply in Fuxuantang.

But he never dreamed that Wang Ke would be so powerful.

Xu Jingkai's arrogant and smug face seemed to him to be as noisy and ignorant as a clown.

The remarks of those people around him made him completely speechless, and even made him no longer in the mood to despise those audiences with sarcasm in their tones.

The twelve onmyoji-level judges, all of whom were more than half-white, were already concentrating in front of the scroll at the moment, each with a look of surprise on their faces, appraising the grade of the painting.

"I'm sure this painting is definitely up to the rank of a mid-level magic weapon, and it's definitely from the hands of a master painter." One of the white-haired old men, after carefully observing it, said firmly with excitement.

"Yes, it is indeed a medium-level magic weapon, a good picture scroll, the mountains and rivers contain the breath of Zhong Ling, with the human head as the gathering point of the feng shui array, independently absorb the aura between heaven and earth, to contain the gods and nourish the gods, and finally evolve into a magic weapon, and it is certain that this painting must have been hung in the room of a certain monk, and received the edification of incense and the nourishment of aura." Another old man said excitedly and loudly.

The two of them spoke loudly, quieting everyone around them.

Everyone, with a look of shock on their faces, looked at the twelve onmyoji-level referees, their eyes flashing with disbelief.

Intermediate magic weapons?

Among these twenty items, there are actually mid-level magic weapons?

Everyone closed their breaths, looked at the twelve old men without blinking, and even tried to use their own eyes to penetrate the twelve old men gathered around, wanting to see the picture.

Medium-level magic weapons!

Almost everyone knows how much it is worth, and maybe the price of this painting can exceed one million.

Suddenly, the crowd of nearly 1,000 onlookers around them thought of what Bai Ruochen of Fuxuan Hall had said before, could it be that this magic weapon was a surprise for them?

If it's really this artifact, it's really a surprise!

The twelve judges of the Onmyoji realm, after some muttering and deliberation, finally came to the final conclusion:

"Ladies and gentlemen, after the appraisal of many of us, this is a mid-level magic weapon, because of its particularity and the fact that it is kept quite intact, we have priced it at about 1.2 million." One of the gray-haired old men announced loudly.

Outcry!

The crowd around was boiling, and everyone looked at the picture scroll that was picked up with fiery eyes, and even many people's eyes showed greed.

And the person with the worst complexion is Xu Jingkai.

At this time, when Xu Jingkai heard the old man's words, the smile on his face turned into nothing, and was replaced by a face full of nervousness.

He's panicking, he's being afraid.

Because he was afraid that Wang Ke would choose this painting, you must know that the price of this painting was set at about 1.2 million! If Wang Ke really picked this painting, he wouldn't have to identify the items behind it, and he would have lost the game directly.

Compared with 280,000 and 1.2 million, the difference is more than four times.

Bai Ruochen turned around, glanced at Xu Jingkai, and slowly glanced at the people around him, then raised the paper in his hand and said in a deep voice: "The first magic weapon that Wang Ke selected is this middle-level magic weapon calligraphy and painting. ”

Rumble......

Once again, the crowd erupted into a huge sensation. The exclamations were continuous, and the sound of gasping for air conditioning was even more continuous. Everyone looked at Wang Ke with an unbelievable light, and his expression did not change in the slightest, and his eyes were full of complexity.

Those who had satirized Wang Ke before, and those who had praised Xu Jingkai before, had a look of shame on their faces at this time, they never dreamed that the guys in a small antique shop would be able to pick out a middle-level magic weapon and win against Xu Jingkai, who has a good family.

"It's really blind to my dog's eyes, it turns out that Wang Ke is a real person who doesn't show his face! I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, today is a shame to be thrown at my grandmother's house. ”

"Talent! It was really lucky to be able to choose a mid-level magic weapon, could this be his random selection and give it to Mengzhong? ”

"The masters are all hidden in the city, and today I really saw the truth of this sentence, this young man named Wang Ke is not simple."

"It's so powerful, a mid-level magic weapon, directly won the other party, I really want to see what another item he picked is, I really don't believe it, he can be so lucky with both items!"

"Luck is only temporary, I'm afraid he also has real talent and learning!"

“……”

Wang Ke didn't seem to hear the admiration from the crowd around him, and looked at the twelve onmyoji referees with an unchanged expression, because he also had huge doubts in his heart now.

The white gas contained in the ritual artifact is the primary magic weapon.

The painting contained red gas, which was identified as a mid-level artifact.

What about the other one?

What is contained in that brown turtle, but it is light orange gas, what grade is it? Could it be that its grade is even higher than that mid-level magic weapon scroll?

Accepting the challenge, he just wanted to solve the trouble, and wanted to defeat Xu Jingkai at one time, so that he would stop pestering himself like a fly and pestering Li Ruoxi in the future.

And now, his mind is not on this aspect at all, but he is eager to know whether the conclusion brought by his ability eye is valid, and whether the color of the aura contained in the magic weapon can determine the grade level of the magic weapon?

Xu Jingkai, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned pale and gray in an instant, and the muscles that were tensed up because of tension also slumped down in an instant, if he wasn't in a wheelchair, I am afraid his body would have been limp on the ground.

Finished!

I'm completely finished!

Wang Ke, how could he choose that mid-level magic weapon calligraphy and painting? How could he have such great strength?

If you lose, you have to kneel down in front of the other party and call grandpa.

The bet he made at the beginning made his heart feel as if it was constantly cut by countless sharp knives, making his heart seem to be torn to pieces by countless pairs of powerful hands.

The heart is like ashes, and the face is like white paper.

His body slowly slid out of his wheelchair and eventually slid to his slump on the icy pavement.

Xu Jingkai's father, Xu Shichang, was also dumbfounded at this time, he never dreamed that the ending would be like this, originally his son picked out two magic weapons, which made him very excited, but who knew that Lu Dao had just stepped into the territory of heaven, and was ruthlessly relegated to hell, this huge gap made him almost vomit blood in discomfort.

The old body trembled a few times, looking at his son's dejected and discouraged appearance, he had always been rational, and finally did not control himself, and took a few big steps, with deep anger in his eyes, he looked at the twelve referees and shouted: "Everyone, you have to look carefully, this painting is really a mid-level magic weapon?" ”

The twelve referees suddenly showed dissatisfaction with Xu Shichang's questioning and provocative tone, and one of the old men snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "If the twelve of us look away at the same time, then this middle-level magic weapon may not be simple." Who are you? ”

Xu Shichang said in a deep voice: "I am Xu Jingkai's father, I wonder if you can let me observe this calligraphy and painting as well?" ”

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "Since you can't trust us, then you can check it yourself, but let's say it in advance, if you check and get the same conclusion, then you have to apologize to us." ”

Xu Shichang hesitated in his heart, looking at the angry look on the old man's face, and suddenly felt a thrill in his heart.

How could he possibly tell if that painting was a mid-level magic weapon or not? You must know that Lu Dao is not a feng shui master, and he has not even reached the threshold of an instrument master.

Realizing that he had just made an irrational move because of anger, which caused him to lose control, and said irrational words, Xu Shichang secretly regretted it in his heart, and squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying on his old face, and said resignedly: "Masters, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now, and all my mistakes are my fault, I hope you will forgive me." How could I have the ability to identify a mid-level magic weapon! Forget it, I won't come out and be embarrassed, I naturally believe what the masters say. ”

When the twelve white-haired old men heard Xu Shichang's words, even if they were dissatisfied, they couldn't be unrelenting at this time, so the old man who spoke before just glared at Xu Shichang, and after snorting coldly, he turned his head and said: "There are still a lot of antique items in the back, let's continue to take a look, try to see if we can find good things." ”

The atmosphere around slowly quieted down, as everyone waited to see if there was anything better.

A faint sigh came out in the quiet atmosphere:

"Stand tall and fall hard! The kid surnamed Xu just now still looked like a villain's arrogant appearance, but in the blink of an eye, he was defeated, and he couldn't even raise his head when he lost. ”

[It's the penultimate day of the new book list, brothers! ] 】