"Old man Yan, is it just for this hairy boy to delay everyone for so long?" An old man threw the wine glass on the table with a "snap", splashing bursts of wine droplets, and said unhappily.

Someone took the lead, and naturally there was a lot of discussion.

"Who is he? What qualifies to come here? ”

"This old Yan's mind is broken, right?"

"The boy in the soil will actually become a distinguished guest."

Hearing the voice, Yan Po's face turned red, and he shouted: "Shut up the old man!" ”

"Sun Fuming, this is Ninghai, not your Yangbei, you can't be presumptuous, if you talk nonsense, don't blame Yan for being polite."

"Yo he, do you think you are Mr. Ye?" Sun Fuming tilted his head and glanced at the other old man in the upper seat, and sneered: "When will you have the final say in Ninghai?" Today, you all came to view the treasure together, just because of you, you have delayed everyone for so long, are you embarrassed? ”

"Mr. Ye is here, you can't be the master of the house, who do you think you are?"

Sun Fuming's face was full of displeasure, and he said fiercely, the two black-clothed men behind him, clasping their hands, made a sound of bones rattling, as if as long as the old man gave an order, he could do it at any time.

The others even laughed and stared at the two of them with interest.

Mr. Ye, who was sitting on the top seat, was wearing a simple black suit, the top of his head was shining, like a 100-watt light bulb, and a pair of crayon Xiaoxin's eight-character eyebrows, long and white, full of festivity.

However, the aura emanating from the body makes people feel indescribable and inexplicable.

Awe-inspiring?

No!

The breath of the superior?

Not like!

Xiao Yifan was interested and looked at Mr. Ye.

"You!" Yan Po glared at Sun Fuming.

"If you don't accept it, you can fight!"

"Okay, who's afraid of whom!"

"Enough!" Another old man sitting next to Mr. Ye scolded: "It's all an old thing that has half a foot in the coffin, and it's so serious, everyone has been friends for many years, and it's hurt for this matter, like words?" ”

"What are we all gathered here for?"

"It's not Mr. Ye yet!"

"Since you want to compete, don't talk about your abilities, let's show our magic in treasures!"

Sun Fuming sneered and stopped squeaking.

The corners of Yan Po's wrinkled mouth twitched and twitched, and he angrily pulled out a chair and sat next to Xiao Yifan, introducing the bigwigs present one by one.

These people, like Yan Po, are in the same business, they are all engaged in foreign exchange business, and they like to collect and resell rare treasures, and the old man who was arguing with him just now is the big man in Yangbei City, Guangxi Province, and he can be regarded as the number one person in their circle.

It can be said that the two have always been bitter rivals.

As for this, this Mr. Ye is their leading brother here, his business has been done all over the country, he is a well-known collector in Yanlong, and his industry is full of retail investors, as long as he makes money, he almost has a share, don't look at his age, but everyone has to call him respectfully: "Mr. Ye." ”

Xiao Yifan wrote down these people one by one, nodding again and again, but his eyes were always on Mr. Ye.

"Everyone is here, shouldn't Mr. Ye take out the goods and let everyone take a look?" Sun Fuming was anxious and urged, this time the bigwigs from all over the world gathered together for the treasure in Mr. Ye's hands.

He was eager to see Mr. Yip's collection.

Mr. Ye, who was sitting on the top seat, looked around, and found that the people had indeed arrived, so he was unhurried and said: "First of all, thank you for your trust in Ye, everyone is distributed all over the world, time is naturally urgent, I won't waste your time, it's okay to look at the goods, but don't hurt the harmony." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Ye, definitely not."

"Everyone depends on their abilities, and the highest bidder wins, what is there to hurt and be angry."

"Mr. Ye, it's a joke, let's look at the goods first."

"Huh." Mr. Ye nodded, and turned his head to signal his entourage.

I saw a middle-aged man behind him, holding a quaint wooden box, taking out a nostalgic key, ready to open the lock.

"Ding..."

There was a crunch, and the lock was opened.

Boxes, keys, locks, at first glance are not mortal.

What kind of treasure would be used for such an expensive guy collection?

There was an inexplicable excitement in everyone's hearts.

The lid of the box was slowly opened, revealing a rusty, one-foot-long knife lying inside.

Mr. Ye smiled and pushed the box forward, and everyone stared at it.

Suddenly, I felt an awe-inspiring murderous aura that filled the entire room.

Killing intent?

This knife actually has killing intent?

How is this possible?

"Huh..."

Xiao Yifan instantly caught this inexplicable killing intent, his eyes moved away from Mr. Ye, and like everyone else, he looked at the knife without a handle.

"Little brother, is he a legendary divine soldier?"

Yan Po's face changed suddenly, and he was also frightened by this killing intent, and couldn't help but think of the divine soldier that Xiao Yifan said at the beginning.

Divine soldiers?

Everyone heard Yan Po's words.

"It must be a divine soldier!"

"Cultivator's relics!"

"Oh my God, there really is such a thing in the world."

"If it were an ordinary thing, it would not have been possible to have such a great killing intent."

However, then, everyone looked at Xiao Yifan with disdain, what does this kid know?

Xiao Yifan ignored the mocking eyes of everyone and focused on feeling this killing intent.

Seeing him so serious, Sun Fuming deliberately raised his voice, and said in a strange manner: "Such a treasure, how can a stinky boy be able to recognize it, Old Man Yan, you are afraid that you are confused." ”

"Do you know what a martial artist is?"

"Do you know what a cultivator is?"

"Do you know what a magic weapon is?"

"Don't tell me you've seen it in novels."

Xiao Yifan rolled his eyes.

Fuck your uncle!

He really wanted to tell him that Lao Tzu was a cultivator.

Lao Tzu not only knows how to refine pills, but also how to refine magic weapons.

He also wanted to take out the Tiangang Ring and let the dead old man see what the real magic weapon was.

Act like a snob!

Spicy chicken dead old man!

Glancing at the knife, Xiao Yifan shook his head and sighed regretfully.

Because this knife is a beginner magic weapon flying knife in the cultivation world.

Xiao Li flying knife?

Of course not!

That flying knife, with Xiao Yifan's current strength, can't be refined, because of the formation printed in it, he still has the strength to engrave it for the time being.

But there is also a spirit gathering array engraved inside.

Because, all magic weapons are inseparable from the support of aura.

The pilot can manipulate the object control array through spiritual power to achieve the object control and kill the enemy.

While driving, he has spiritual power as an assist, which is extremely sharp, and he will be injured by sword qi from a distance of 100 meters.

It can be described as a divine weapon!

"I didn't expect that there really were other cultivators on Earth." Xiao Yifan was secretly frightened, although this flying knife had been broken, but judging from the aura that emanated, there were not a few soul-forgetting ghosts who died under its blade, otherwise there would not be such a great evil spirit.

And that breath was not a killing intent, but a bad aura.

What an ignorant old man!

Dare to be blind in front of the master!

The Spirit Gathering Array was close to collapse.

He could repair the Spirit Gathering Array, but the Object Array couldn't do anything.

In other words, now this knife, in front of him, is a broken copper and iron, meaningless.

When the time comes, he will have the ability to engrave the Array of Objects, and he will be able to create a brand new flying knife in every minute.

Moreover, looking at the material, it has rusted to the root marrow, and if it weren't for the Gathering Spirit Array, it would have become rust long ago.

Seeing Xiao Yifan shaking his head, Yan Po rolled his eyes, followed by another sneer.

Since the little brothers have vetoed it, then you can go and shoot.

After sweeping the faces of everyone present, Yan Po was overjoyed, it was really a group of second-class goods.

Xiao Yifan is not a well-wisher, there is no need to remind them that this is a remnant.

"Mr. Ye, can you let me take a look?" One of the old men tried to ask.

"Please." Mr. Ye said generously.

The old man in his seventies was happy, took the wooden box, carefully picked up the knife, and carefully observed it.

The old man looked at it for a long time and didn't see his eyebrows, and then took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, very serious, very serious.

Everyone looked at the old man, staring at the knife for fear of disappearing.

"Yuan Lao is a famous antique lover in Lingle, but he is stronger than Sun Monkey's fiery eyes, but as long as it is an antique, he can accurately tell its history in less than five minutes." Ji Keming, who was sitting on the side, muttered.

When several bigwigs here heard this, they nodded again and again, it seemed that Old Man Yuan had a very good reputation.

Sun Fuming, who was sitting opposite Ji Keming, sneered and said: "Fart, he is a fool, can he be compared with our Xiong Dahai and Xiong Lao?" ”