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Zhuge Qingyuan on the stage also stabilized his mind after a short rest, and the whole person also regained some of his vitality.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The three weapons have been auctioned off, and the next thing to be auctioned is the martial arts cheats. Zhuge Qingyuan's words paused, and then said: "Qingshui Country has never lacked martial arts secrets, but there are very few high-grade Huang-rank martial arts. The old man said without exaggeration that in Qingshui China, there would be no more than twenty people who had cultivated the top-grade Yellow Rank martial arts. Of course, these twenty are all high-ranking sect masters or heads, and the others are the elders of the six major sects. ”

"But today, you are blessed, Ye Feng Ye Shao Master chose all high-grade Huang-rank martial arts. As you can see, the quality of the three weapons just now is better than the other, and presumably the three martial arts cheats that will be auctioned next will be the same. Without further ado, let's take a look at what the first martial arts book is. ”

Zhuge Qingyuan finished speaking, turned around and waved his hand to the servant holding the tray in the audience, and motioned to present the first martial arts cheats.

When the maid came to the stage with a tray in his hand, Zhuge Qingyuan picked up the note on the red cloth and looked at it, and nodded with a little surprise and admiration.

Tearing off the red cloth, Zhuge Qingyuan picked up the martial arts cheats on the tray, held it high and showed it to everyone and said: "The top-grade yellow-level martial arts go around the dragon in eight steps, step on the eight o'clock position in eight steps, move with people, and spare people." When the speed of the person performing this skill reaches a certain level, eight figures will appear. ”

Zhuge Qingyuan gushed about the eight-step martial arts around the dragon, and everyone in the audience also listened carefully and carefully, for fear of missing any information and missing the auction of this martial arts.

In the No. 100 box on the second floor, Ye Feng didn't listen to anything outside the window, just sat at the table and drank tea, and from time to time looked at Han Zidie in front of the window, and then retracted his gaze to think about something.

Han Zidie was different from Ye Feng, when Zhuge Qingyuan presided over the auction of martial arts books again, Han Zidie also became excited.

Han Zidie's interest is still undiminished, in fact, it has something to do with the halftime just now.

In the time that he had just rested, Han Zidie calculated an account, that is, the golden dragon stick, the falling moon bow and the pseudo-king weapon black knife combined, and a total of more than four million taels of silver were auctioned.

Among the people Han Zidie knew, Wang Yuanwai was the richest, she thought that Wang Yuanwai was rich enough, but today's events completely subverted her existing thoughts.

"Brother Feng! You said that this eight-step martial arts book around the dragon, how much silver can be sold in the end? ”

Ye Feng held the teacup for a moment, looked up at Han Zidie's back video, put down the teacup and said lightly: "Sister Zidie, come and sit, I'll say a few words to you." ”

Han Zidie was looking at it vigorously, and was stunned for a moment by Ye Feng's call, and when she turned around, she found that Ye Feng's face was very serious, nodded and walked to the table and sat down.

"Brother Feng, do you still want me to increase the price? Although Sima Yanru is a little arrogant and has no one in her eyes, she is a girl after all. Besides, if the head of the Hengyue faction knew that Sima Yanru had been deceived, wouldn't he come to the auction house to retaliate? The first thing Han Zidie thought of was that Ye Feng wanted to explain what she should say next, so as not to show her feet in the auction with Sima Yanru.

However, Han Zidie guessed wrong.

I saw Ye Feng smile faintly at her, and said, "Let's not talk about this in advance, let me ask you a question, do you really plan to work in the auction house in the future?" ”

Ye Feng's words made Han Zidie stunned for a moment, and after coming back to her senses, she nodded and said sincerely: "Of course." Brother Feng, you ...... You're not going to regret it, are you? This is not good, you have promised Purple Butterfly. ”

The smile on Ye Feng's face dissipated, and he stared at Han Zidie with a serious expression for a few seconds, then raised his hand to lift the lid of the tea cup, and his index finger clicked on the tea and wrote the words southeast, east, west, and northwest on the table.

"I'll only write the next numbers once, you have to read carefully." Ye Feng dipped a few drops of tea again, and his index finger quickly wrote a series of numbers next to the four words southeast, northwest, and northwest.

Ye Feng's actions made Han Zidie very puzzled, but she still kept Ye Feng's reminder in mind, and at this time, her beautiful eyes did not blink, and her eyes followed Ye Feng's fingers.

When Ye Feng wrote down all the numbers on the desktop, regardless of whether Han Zidie had memorized hundreds of numbers, Ye Feng's right hand wiped it on the desktop, and the strings of numbers disappeared in an instant.

"Now think back to all the numbers I wrote, but then repeat the order of the numbers I wrote in different directions." Ye Feng changed a new teacup, and after pouring it full, he took a sip and said lightly.

Han Zidie was even more confused, and kept wondering what Ye Feng meant?

"Huh? Don't you remember? Ye Feng frowned slightly, glanced at Han Zidie from the corner of his eye, and then said, "If you fail to remember, it means that you are not suitable to work in the auction house." ”

"Humph! How do you know that Purple Butterfly didn't remember? Han Zidie pursed her lips and snorted unconvinced, then touched her chin with her index finger and thought about it: "North Seventh, East Three, North Sixth, West Twelfth, South Sixty-fourth, North Twenty-eighth, West Forty-sixth, South Ninety-five......." ”

Han Zidie kept saying a string of numbers, and in a blink of an eye, she spit out nearly fifty groups.

Looking at Ye Feng again, as Han Zidie kept saying the numbers, the tea cup on his lips was also motionless, as if he could hear it.

"North thirty-two, west forty-nine, followed by east seven, south two, and the last group is north one. It's a total of one hundred and eight sets of numbers, Brother Feng, am I right? Han Zidie said all the numbers, pursed her lips and smiled at Ye Feng proudly.

Ye Feng didn't speak, gently put the teacup on the table, stood up and walked to the window.

At this moment, the furious three slashing martial arts had already been auctioned outside, and I don't know if Ye Feng was listening to the sound of everyone scrambling to increase the price, or if he was thinking about the things next to him.

Ye Feng's silence made Han Zidie a little nervous, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Feng!" You...... What's wrong with you? Don't...... Could it be that the purple butterfly is wrong in which number? ”

I saw Ye Feng turn around slowly, there was no joy or anger on his face at all, and his eyes were fixed on Han Zidie's ten breaths before he spoke: "If you really want to work in the auction house, keep this one hundred and eight sets of numbers in mind." Don't show off your memory to outsiders, let alone tell outsiders about these one hundred and eight sets of numbers, even if it's the head of the mansion. To put it simply, you only need to memorize one hundred and eight sets of numbers, and forget everything else. ”

"Brother Feng! You...... Why are you asking me to memorize these numbers? Han Zidie frowned, her eyes full of confusion.

"These numbers are important." Ye Feng smiled faintly, and when he heard that Zhuge Qingyuan outside asked the servant to present the third martial arts, Ye Feng turned around and looked at the box directly opposite through the gap in the curtain, and muttered coldly: "Sima Yanru, it's the third round of bidding again, don't let me down." ”

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