Chapter 988: A sword is silent

The four experts began to use various means to identify the authenticity of the Chunjun Sword, in fact, to put it bluntly, they wanted this legendary Magnificent Divine Soldier to stay in their hands for a while longer, and it took a full hour to finally come up with a consistent result, this is the Sword Saint Ou Yezi's deathbed swan song, Chunjun Sword.

In fact, the Tibetan friends present already know this result, but no one will think that time flies slowly, everyone has a tacit understanding around the booth to watch the experts identify, everyone wants this legendary noble sword to stay in their eyes and minds for a while, of course, there are a few exceptions.

Inoue Saburo is really in a hurry now, things didn't go according to the procedure he planned, because the appearance of this Chunjun Divine Sword disrupted all the plans, he was not a fool, he had already taken the opportunity to take a picture of the appearance of the Chunjun Sword with his mobile phone and send it to the right-wing force group he was in, and the information that came back surprised him.

The legendary Pure Jun Divine Sword sharpens iron like clay, and it is a divine sword forged by the Chinese sword saint Ou Yezi with his life, if Inoue Saburo uses the treasure knife he brought with him, he will only win less than sixty percent of the competition with this divine sword that became famous thousands of years ago. The person who passed on the information was a rather conceited stupid bird, and he insisted on saying that the slightest comparability was sixty percent sure, and it was not enough? Shamelessness is true.

Ignorance is terrible, blind arrogance and ignorance are doomed to a tragedy, Inoue Saburo heard that sixty percent of the winning face suddenly felt certain, it turned out that the sword touted by the Chinese people was nothing more than that, then let them see the sword of my Yamato nation.

The appraisal results of the four experts also made the Chunjun Sword the most valuable collection of this appreciation, there is no suspense, and no one has the slightest objection, if the legendary sword worth a thousand horses and two cities is not the most valuable, then the collection in their hands should be thrown away to the scrap store for sale.

Xiao Gongyun saw that the timing was about the same, and said loudly in a subdued voice: "Fellow Tibetans, after the appraisal of all the collections by four experts, three ancient swords have been rated as the most valuable collections, the first is the Song Dynasty silverfish sword of Mr. Zhang Guangyu of Xijing, the second is the Warring States bronze ancient sword of Mr. Zhang Daquan of Jiangcheng, and one is one of the top ten famous swords in the legend, Chunjun Sword, its owner is Mr. Tang Guobin of Jiangcheng, congratulations to the three. ”

The applause was thunderous, everyone was congratulating the three most valuable ancient swords, the two cheongsam women standing behind the stage stepped forward with a smile, and distributed the golden shark skin sheath to the three sword masters, Tang Guobin immediately put the previous sword scabbard on the ground, and the leather scabbard used was loaded with a pure Jun sword, the size was just right.

Xiao Gongyun stretched out his hand and pointed to the remaining tray, and said with a smile: "Now we will decide the winners of these diamonds, a full five million diamonds, tsk, even I can't help but swallow when I see it!" As he spoke, he glanced at the two cheongsam women, who immediately stepped forward and opened the big wooden box that had been silent for a long time, and used their slender jade fingers to do the hard work.

Wooden sticks, rebar, jade strips, three pieces of each were taken and stacked on the countertop. Xiao Gongyun smiled and picked up a rebar and said: "As we all know, a really good sword is not an ornament, it is a treasure to destroy gold and jade and cut iron like mud, according to expert estimates, the three most valuable ancient swords have reached seven figures, and some are even priceless treasures, but the rules of this appreciation meeting are set in front, if you want to qualify for the competition with Mr. Inoue's sword, you must have a sharp sword, only a sword that can cut off these three things can enter the next round of competition, of course, in order to avoid damage to the collection, the three can choose to withdraw." ”

Zhang Daquan smiled slightly, and raised the bronze sword in his hand: "I'll quit, there is a pure Jun sword in the old man, don't join in this fun, just sit and watch Tang Shao win diamonds." ”

The owner of the other silverfish sword is a bald young man in his thirties, a string of verdant old pit ice beads on his left wrist is particularly eye-catching, and there is a thick and flat platinum chain around his neck. ”

The big guy invariably glanced at the silverfish sword, the sword was one and a half feet long, two fingers wide, the whole body was as white as snow, the cold light flickered, and it was a very rare ancient sword at a glance, even Xu Qing, who was used to seeing good things, couldn't help but stare at it a few more times, because I heard this bald brother say that this was the murder weapon that killed Song Taizu Zhao Jiuzhong, this is a rare thing.

The bald guy walked to the front of the stage with a sword, reached out and picked up an arm-thick wooden stick and erected it, swung his sword to stop and cut it down, click! The wooden stick was broken in response, and then a thumb-thick rebar was taken and cut into two with a sword as concocted.

The bald brother paused deliberately, reached out and picked up the jade strip, and said with a smile: "Dude is self-aware, no matter how powerful the silverfish sword is, it can't compare to the pure Jun sword, but using our ancestor's divine sword to bump the broken copper and iron of the little devil is to lift them, so let the buddy take the lead with a cheeky face." After speaking, the sword fell, and the jade strip was cut into two pieces, this guy was still an angry young man, and the little devil who opened his mouth and closed his mouth screamed, and the face of Inoue Saburo standing on the side turned black into a stir-fry pot in a firewood restaurant.

Tang Guobin glanced at Xu Qing with a light smile, and said in a low voice: "Brother listen to you about this, can't we go up?" Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said, "Don't ask me, you already have a score in your heart, you want to show off your heart casually, and treat your brother as air." ”

Xu Qing guessed correctly, just now Tang Dashao and Zhang Daquan, the two big characters in the middle of the pendulum, have already tried the edge of the pure Jun sword in the toilet, and the wall-mounted urinal can be cut in half with a sword, not to mention these pediatric things.

Tang Dashao stepped forward with a smile, stretched out his hand and pulled all the remaining sticks that had not been cut together, a total of six, and Zhang Daquan abstained from keeping one.

As soon as everyone saw this posture, they already understood what Tang Dashao was going to do, and he wanted to use this way to prove the kingly demeanor of the Chunjun Sword.

Laugh at! A flash of blue and red light flashed out of the leather sheath, turning into a blazing horse and flying towards the table, Tang Dashao swung a sword as fast as thunder and lightning, everyone only felt that when they looked at the flower in front of them, he had returned the sword to the sheath, and the sticks on the table did not move at all, and they were still intact in their original positions, and everyone turned their heads to look at Tang Dashao with suspicious faces, which one is this thing singing?

Click-

There was a crackling sound, and everyone's eyes turned to follow the sound, only to see that half of the strip-shaped booth collapsed, and the other half was intact, and the tray of diamonds and a small pile of sticks were placed on the countertop, which were silently cut into two pieces like the booth.