The old man in the white shirt waved hard, and the gold and iron resonated, sparks flew everywhere, and with a sonorous sound, it broke.

It wasn't that the Ancient Chaos Spear was broken, but that the imitation of the Ancient Divine Soldier Ink Eyebrow was broken from the middle.

The auction scene of Nuoda was suddenly silent, and the pin drop could be heard, and everyone opened their mouths wide and their eyes widened, watching this scene happen in disbelief.

"Ancient Divine Soldiers?"

"Zelnikov?"

"Master of Armory?"

"You're paralyzed!"

There were small voices in the audience.

Even Wu Fan was very puzzled, it was just a plastic gun bought at 50yy, and at that time he blamed the system for being a profiteer, but now he has broken the imitation of the ancient divine soldiers, the work of the ordnance master Zelnikov, which is simply an unexpected effect.

Of course, half of the credit belongs to the old man in the white shirt, even if he is himself, he doesn't have that much strength.

The moment the heavy sword broke, Murong Jian almost sat on the ground, he had seen any scene, and now he couldn't hold it anymore, he had no doubt about the authenticity of this heavy sword, and it was impossible for anyone to transfer it, and there was an incomparable black iron chain behind him, and he was watched by 24-hour surveillance.

Then there is only one possibility left, the toy gun that looks like plastic, is a real ancient god of the dragon clan, a priceless treasure that can only be found in the palace.

This must be a stern warning from the royal family to the Murong family, and they personally asked the princess to bring it over and give the Murong family a disadvantage.

Could it be that this speculative behavior of the Murong family has been detected by the royal family?

No reason? Several princes of the previous royal family have already been counted.

Murong Jian was thinking about it in his heart, when the door of the SB box opened, and several people walked out of it in a rage.

"The Murong family deceives people too much, using these fakes to cheat money in the Dragon Clan, bullying the Dragon Clan is stupid and has a lot of money, right? Let's go, Lao Tzu won't shoot. ”

A middle-aged man in a tunic scolded angrily, and several people behind him were also reading in fragments.

The door of the SC box also opened, and a group of people came out of it, all of them very angry.

"This is simply too unusual, using the mane of a wild beast, pretending to be Einstein's hair, taking a handful of scrap iron, as an ancient divine soldier, Nima, what a profiteer! Let's go, I'm not going to play anymore! ”

The Dragon Clan's Jianbao TV was broadcasting live to the whole clan at this time, but such a funny scene happened that shocked the audience in front of the TV.

The scolding on the Internet began.

"The profiteer Murong family."

"Go back to the Middle Continent."

"Nima's Ancient Divine Soldier, a true thousand-year-old liar."

"It's just too deceitful, deceiving the dragon people that they are rich, right, dare to blatantly deceive."

There are also those who scold the relevant departments.

"Haven't these garbage-related departments been identified? How is it still a fake? Do you unite profiteers to deceive the common people? ”

There are also those who appreciate Wu Fan.

"Thanks to this beauty, otherwise someone would have been deceived, and the person is not only beautiful, but also an angel who upholds justice!"

The audience also walked outward.

Seeing that the auction was going to end in failure, seeing that the situation was a little uncontrollable, the crowd was angry, angry, and irrepressible, Wu Fan quickly grabbed the microphone and began to speak.

"All the spectators, please go back to your seats, listen to me slowly, when I have said these words, you will understand what is going on, listen to me, rest assured, get back to your seats!"

Wu Fan's words made everyone put down a little heart.

The protest was much quieter, including the few people in the SB box who were scolding and walking out just now, they also stopped and began to slowly return to the box.

What's going on?

Could it be that the princess still has to leave a little room for herself?

Murong Jian's heart let go for the time being, it must have been his charm that moved this princess, and he didn't put his family's business to death.

Murong Jian looked at Wu Fan with grateful eyes, tears in his eyes.

Wu Fan smiled in return, of course, the smile was fleeting and undetectable.

Murong Jian was right across from him, and of course he could see it clearly.

When everyone sat down, Wu Fan began to speak.

"Hello everyone, let me explain why!"

"Do you want to know?"

Wu Fan deliberately sold a pass.

"Yes, we want to know."

The audience echoed the sparse chorus.

"It's not loud enough, say it out loud, do you want to?"

Wu Fan used a subdued tone to sensationally mobilize everyone's enthusiasm to participate.

"Yes, we all do."

This time, the participation was very loud and uniform, shaking the entire venue.

"Then I will announce this result to everyone, I hope you will not be surprised, not angry, not depressed, not to blame, not to... In short, I still hope that you can watch this auction to the end, because there are more things that you can't think of later, and if you leave, I'm afraid you will regret your lifelong ....... ”

Wu Fan's words were a little out of tune, and the audience below was stunned, what did this beautiful woman want to express?

Fortunately, there is a beautiful woman on the stage, as long as the Chinese see him, they will not feel too depressed, if it is a big old man, he would have been bombarded off the stage long ago.

"Beauty, what you said is right, don't sell it, okay!"

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore and shouted from the audience.

"Since everyone is in such a hurry, I'll announce what everyone wants to know!"

"The fact is that this heavy sword of the Murong family is not a fake."

Wu Fan paused, his eyes glancing at the audience.

"What's that? Not a fake? Even a plastic gun is chopped, and it's not a fake? ”

Someone in the audience shouted.

"The audience, that's what you only know, you don't know the second, holding a gun, it's indeed plastic, but do you know what kind of plastic it is?"

Wu Fan paused deliberately again.

"Beauty, don't be verbose, let's talk about it, what kind of plastic is it?"

Someone in the audience responded and said.

"That's not ordinary plastic, it's hard plastic!"

All the people in the audience and all the people in the box collapsed after being stunned, and even a few stroke patients foamed at the mouth, and only recovered after a while.

Including Murong Jian, the little flame of hope that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished, and his heart was cool and cold, and he sat on the ground completely, his eyes glazed.

"Hearing such a reasonable explanation from me, do you still want to leave? I think you are all sane viewers and photographers, my eyes, you should understand. ”

Wu Fan continued.

"Nima, neurotic!"

"The medicine can't be stopped!"

"Why not give up treatment?"

"I can't stand it, give me a noodle, I'm going to hang myself."

………

This time, because of Wu Fan's nonsense, few people wanted to run away, but they watched the play with a lively mentality, and watched the sketch as the Spring Festival Gala.

"Eh, eldest prince Murong, continue the auction, take out any good goods, this girl will have a good appraisal."

Wu Fan said to Murong Jian stupidly.

Murong Jian staggered to his feet, shook his head, and returned to Earth.

At this time, the auctioneer has returned to the auction and wants to announce the next lot according to the established process.

Murong Jian hurriedly rushed over and stopped her.