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Li Chuan followed Qi Hua into the spacious and luxurious hall, and after glancing around, he couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

The entire hall of the Jiabid auction hall is nearly 1,000 square meters, divided into five areas according to the pattern of the five continents of the world, and at this moment, thousands of seats are already full, and red-haired and blue-eyed foreigners and African black men can be seen everywhere.

At nine o'clock in the evening, as the host rang the bell, the huge auction officially began.

Li Chuan's mind was not on the auction at all, he was purely borrowing Qi Hua's sensing ability as a warning, so he didn't pay attention to the auctioneer's gushing introduction from the beginning, but quietly exuded his divine sense and searched everywhere on the auction table.

As soon as Li Chuan locked his eyes on the two young teenagers who were next to each other.

If you guess correctly, these two teenagers should be the disciples of the Chu and Han families among the ancient seven clans, judging from the momentum emanating from the bodies of these two people, the realm is probably equivalent to Qi Hua, they are all at the end of the human level, and they are definitely the top existence among ordinary martial arts cultivators.

Of course, Li Chuan didn't have the slightest idea of saying hello in the past.

He had a mortal enmity with the Wei family, he couldn't hide from these disciples of the Ancient Seven Clans, and he couldn't regret it if he met Qi Hua by accident, as for the people of the Chu and Han families, it was better not to have any 'intersection'.

However, judging from the identities of the disciples sent by these three families, although the Ancient Seven Clans were somewhat interested in this legendary Loulan Ancient Scroll, they should not have attained the level of special attention, otherwise it would not be a human-level cultivator like Qi Hua who came to Tianhai to participate in the auction.

The auction lasted for more than half an hour, and seven or eight pieces of the collection basically found a buyer, and even a few relatively rare antiques were auctioned for hundreds of millions of yuan, causing a sensation on the scene, but unfortunately whether it was Li Chuan or Qi Hua, they were not interested in this, so they did not 'show' any surprised expressions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to a very magical lot! I'm sure you've seen it in the album we've sent, so let's see the real magic of it! ”

The auctioneer suddenly raised his voice and excitedly showed everyone an item that had been hung high on the wall.

Li Chuan's body immediately sat up straight, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

It's an old picture.

On the paper, which exudes an ancient and distant atmosphere, is a desert world composed of dark night and gravel loess, and everyone present can feel an endless sense of suffocation and loneliness when viewed from afar.

Roar!

Suddenly, the storm on the picture roared wildly, and the yellow sand on the ground was rolled up in the air, forming an overwhelming wave of sand, and suddenly gathered into a huge sand hand, brutally tearing apart the surface of the desert......

The wind and sand are raging, and the heavens and the earth have turned into a dim dull yellow 'color', which makes people desperate. And in this desperate desert, there is a figure looming in the distance.

Through the layers of wind and sand on the screen, you can vaguely see that it is a strange beast with two horns carrying a 'female' walking in the desert, and the clothes on the 'female' body have been worn by the wind and sand, and the 'naked' and 'exposed' snow-white back skin.

And on her back, a city was painted with red 'colored' cinnabar!

The city shone with golden light, piercing the night, piercing through the wind and sand, and breathtaking the soul like a holy man.

People are obsessed with looking at this desert painting, and they feel as if their souls are completely lost, and they can't extricate themselves from the golden light.

Suddenly, on the auction table above the auction hall, the auctioneer in a 'straight' suit put away the scroll on the wall more than three meters long, and said loudly: "Tell me, what did you see!" ”

"The endless desert, the mysterious 'woman', the desert golden city that can make the soul sink deep in! It's truly a magical painting! In the auction room, a middle-aged man in the European auction area exclaimed.

"Immersive! Immersive! It's hard to imagine what kind of painting skills can make people so selfless into painting! Another VIP from the European auction area sighed.

"The painting that will never be forgotten by the eye, which master's work is it, and what is the auction price, Mr. Auctioneer, why don't you start the auction now!"

A richly dressed French tycoon in the Middle East auction area shouted with a rich face: "Since it is auctioned, it must have a price, as long as there is a price, there is nothing that cannot be bought, I want this painting!" ”

"yes, let's start the auction now!"

……

For a while, the auction once again caused the crowd to be restless because of the appearance of this magical picture.

To be able to appear in the top auction hall of Tianhai Jiabid, they are undoubtedly celebrities and tycoons from all over the world, and they are super-rich people from all walks of life, if they are not real magical antiquities, it is difficult to impress them, after all, they have seen too many rare antiquities in the world.

But now, these high-ranking VIPs are like crazy, and they all want to take this mysterious picture.

"Quiet! Please be quiet! ”

The otherwise quiet scene suddenly became noisy and almost out of control, and the auctioneer had to bang on the table with a 'jiao' hammer.

"Listen to me, everybody!"

"This nameless picture of the desert is a miracle across the centuries. It has gone through three generations of owners, and the first owner to own this painting was Xia Renzong, the ruler of the Western Xia Kingdom in Asia in the tenth century. It is said that Zhao Mengfu regarded this painting as a family heirloom until the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance, and after countless 'waves' and twists and turns, it came to the hands of the British admiral Seymour. ”

"A thousand years! Countless wars, this painting still exists! What is commendable is that this painting has been authenticated by experts, and it has survived for at least tens of thousands of years, if not longer! ”

As soon as the auctioneer's words fell, a middle-aged wealthy businessman sitting in the Asian auction area interrupted with a laugh: "Ridiculous! The great fallacy of the world! Mr. Auctioneer, although this painting is a magical masterpiece, the organizers don't have to make up such a story to fool and deceive all of us! Not to mention whether there was paper and pen 10,000 years ago, was there anyone 10,000 years ago? If there is no one, then who will paint? ”

"yes, that's illogical!"

"The painting from 10,000 years ago is incredible!"

……

There was a lot of discussion, and there was an uproar in the auction hall.

Even Li Chuan, the moment the scroll was unfolded, the original casual expression on his face became extremely weird, he clenched his fists tightly, and took several deep breaths in a row to suppress the strong emotional 'wave' that welled up in his heart.

The moment his eyes saw the scroll, his body suddenly felt a call and a longing from the depths of his soul, and the intensity of that longing was unprecedented, as if in the dark, this ancient painting was a part of his life!